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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Jan 13, 2004 1:56:06 GMT -5
Peter flashes into his immortal form and grabs Cheshire by the throat. He whips out a pistol, in immortal form he doesn't need ammo, it self generates.
He puts the gun again Cheshire's head and pulls the trigger. Round after round pieces the being's head, a dzoen rounds tearing through him.
Peter throws him away and fires away as he flies away, sending more lightning tracking rounds after the strange creature.
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Post by Lady Violet on Jan 13, 2004 1:56:13 GMT -5
The blast thrusts me 150 meters back. I land hard on the ground. I am the party leader of the strongest organization in the history of humankind. He will not defeat me. I chest is burnt, my shirt now barely covers my breasts, which are now bruised and charred by the blast. My clothes are torn, but my fighting spirit has never been stronger.
Lin-Sat will not be pleased to see me so ragged. Yes, I think we will from now on be much more repressive to this LIF organization. I stand up and begin to speak...in my clear calm voice I use for speeches.
"You fight bravely, but I am the people. I am the party. I am not some weak flower to be trampled on by your weak upstart organization. BOW BEFORE THE POWER OF RED INFINITY. SHAKE IN AWE OF ME THE MORTAL GODDESS. THE CULT OF PERSONALITY. THE FACE OF COMMUNISM. THE LADY WHO HAS NEVER SEEN DEFEAT AND SHALL NOT SEE IT BY THE LIKES OF YOU!"
I muster all my strength and shout" Immobilization"
He is paralyzed. Frozen and trapped. I use my "Psychic Stun" while he is in that state. I squeeae his mind with my mind. I hurt him mentally until blood flows from his eyes, and then, I hurt him more. No one rivals us. He will see this. I will make him see it.
"DIE!" I scream as I blast his mind with energy. He now vomits blood onto his immobile body.
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Post by Cheshire on Jan 13, 2004 1:59:46 GMT -5
My voice laughs again. "Don't you see? I already won!." I say appearing before Violet. "We make a good team. Hi-Five!" i said lifting up my hand. I yurn toward him. I threw a box before Peter. On it thier was tsars and a wind up. It started winding up also playing a song. "Pop goes the weasel!" I said as a joker head pop out of the box and exploded send Peter crashing into the wall.
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Jan 13, 2004 2:02:39 GMT -5
Something flashes white in Peter's pocket. A crystal flares with light and Peter drops free. He acts instantly, blood running down his face.
He throws a coin to Violet and a circle like the one on the shadow appear around her. He throws another coin and the circle changes, becaming larger and with detailed stars at the four compose points.
The Dimensional Anhcor hits Violet like a ton of stone, locking her within the pocket world of the magik circle. She is held fast by magik older than mankind.
Peter pants, blood and tears mingling on his face, flowing with the hot vomit that now is free of his throat. He coughs and raises, unable to stand straight.
His voice begins as a whipser but rises. He is chanting in old latin, forming a weave of magic with his voice. He stands straight, the words coming faster, his strength seeming to return.
He points at Violet and the circle flares white as the sun, the pattern whiter than white. He shouts the last line in english.
"I summon forth the Light of Heavens! Micheal of the Choir of the Archangels!" The circle burst upwards, something to bright to see appearing above it.
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Post by Cheshire on Jan 13, 2004 2:05:35 GMT -5
"Get real! Archangels bah!" I said. "Remmber Roses are Red and Violets are Blue!" I yelled and blasting him with another jackin the box bomb.
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Post by Lady Violet on Jan 13, 2004 2:15:20 GMT -5
(For the record this is called "Red Infinity" not LIF or whatever pathetic organization it is you work for. This said, I don't care if I have to post 500 times to you. You will not win this fight. I will not surrender or lose, since that means Red Infinity loses. Now, I am ending the fight in this post, if you have a problem with that, you may file a complaint with Lin-sat. )
The magic binds my human form. I am trapped. My only solution is to turn into my demonic form. (I am the clone of a demon and Mao Zadung)My demonic form is sleek and graceful, with white skin and violet horns. I fly into the air. I sense angels coming. I must act quickly.
I teleport in front of Peter and stick my claws through his chest, plowing them through his back. I pull my bloodly arm out of his chest, removing his beating heart.
"We run things around here. Remember that."
I throw his heart on the ground and crush it with my foot.
"The angels can heal you."
I teleport to Beijing and return to myself. I quickly change my clothes and heal myself so Lin-Sat does not see how the battle marked me. I am sure that he watched it all.
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Jan 13, 2004 2:16:45 GMT -5
Peter lays on the ground, still as death. Suddenly he rises, sitting up. His eyes are empty, his being devoid of life.
He stands, the gapping hole in his chest still leaking traces of blood. The shell reachs into it's pocket and takes out a trio of orbs. It drops them in a cricle around itself.
A magik circle surrounds it and in a rush of wind it vanishes.
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Peter awakens suddenly, coming around. He feels his chest, the hole is gone and he can feel his heart beating. He looks around. He's back in Paris.
He pushes to his feet, stumbling slightly but moving forward. He tries to use his immortal form but the crystal is out of power.
He stumbles along, his strength returning as he moves and after a few blocks he is running. He rushes into the soup kitchen and up the stairs to Chastity's room.
She lies on the floor, her side pieced. He drops down and removes his coat, blocking the wound, stopping the bleeding. She needs medical aid.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 13, 2004 2:48:59 GMT -5
Bassarov wakes up with a headache. He dreampt about his bloody past again. He saw in his dreams the innocents he killed. He reaches for his pills. The bottle is empty. He shakes it out in vain. He looks on the floor to see if he dropped one. He pulls off the covers of the bed in a panic, hoping to find one precious pill.
"Gone...no..not yet...they can't be..."
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Post by Kaieka on Jan 13, 2004 2:50:49 GMT -5
I awaken to find a naked Bassarov ripping the covers off of me and searching around on the floor and bed. "What on Earth are you looking for? Another frog?"
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 13, 2004 2:56:57 GMT -5
"This is very important...I have to find it....there must be...how could I have taken all of them?"
Bassarov's skin is always pale, but today it looks gray. He eyes look sunken and his hair is not as shiny and healthy looking.
He dresses himself and paces around the room. He finally slumps down in a corner, holding his head.
"My head hurts....I need to get some more...I have a perscription..."
He puts on his coat...it is only 6:30. The pharmacy does not open until 10.
"I...am going to the pharmacy. I can wait at the door until the open. Sometmes places open earlier...you know...."
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Post by Kaieka on Jan 13, 2004 2:58:52 GMT -5
"Bassarov, settle down. You are starting to worry me. If you need more pills, I am sure that the pharmacist will give them to you. You should only take them as directed anyway. It will be fine."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 13, 2004 3:06:14 GMT -5
Bassarov sits on the bed.
"I can wait...you are right. I just don't want the flashbacks to return."
He sits on the bed and says nothing for a long while.
Suddenly he gets up and goes to the bathroom. While in there, he riffles through Kaieka's purse seeing if she has anything which can hold him off until he can go to the pharmacist. She only has some cold medicine in a bottle and some sleeping pills.
He decides that they will work and takes them both. He takes half the bottle of sleeping pills. He does not leave the bathroom for some time.
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Post by Kaieka on Jan 13, 2004 3:10:14 GMT -5
Bassarov goes to the bathroom, he stays there for a long while. I wait. I don't want to intrude if he is having some digestion issues. Finally, I walk to the bathroom and knock on the door. There is no answer. I open the door and find Bassarov lying there. He has some bottles from my purse, pills litter the floor.
"Oh S'hit."
I call for an ambulance, and the medics come and put him on a stretcher. We head off to the hospital to have his stomach pumped.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 13, 2004 3:17:53 GMT -5
Bassarov opens his eyes hours later. He is in a white room. This is a hospital. Red Infinity runs all of the hospitals. He feels a sense of danger. He opens his eyes. Kaieka is in the room. So is a nurse.
"You should have asked Lightmer Whitmer for more pills! Silly. The doctor gave you two months worth so you don't run out again!" the nurse giggles.
Bassarov sees a neat row of pill bottles.
"Red Infinity...is helping me....but why..." he says.
He sits up in bed. He feels weak.
"How long will I be here?" Bassarov asks the nurse.
"The doctor said you are a special patient. You can leave when you feel up to it!" she giggles.
Bassarov lays back down. He grabs some of the pills and takes a few. Such is the slow death Red Infinity intends for him.
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Post by Kaieka on Jan 13, 2004 3:31:47 GMT -5
I do not know about this. That seems like a lot of pills. Bassarov sure has been acting strange. Shouldn't Red Infinity be trying to kill him? and yet they are giving him medicine. I do not trust these doctors. Or Whitmer, for that matter. I see how the drugs are affecting Bassarov. I think that they are trying to kill him via these drugs. Bassarov is asleep. I hold his hand, stroking it gently. I will have to get him out of here, soon.
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