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Post by Patrick on Feb 9, 2004 18:47:55 GMT -5
"Kaieka, are you alright? Where's Bassarov?" Patrick asked removing a shard of glass from his leg.
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Post by Moira on Feb 9, 2004 18:51:20 GMT -5
Work sucked. They had me kill a Sunday School teacher. How lame is that. I leave the league in a bad mood. Oh, well..soon I'll be home and with Fascia and Akira. That'll cheer me up. I should pick up dinner.
I stop at my favorite restaurant. The Indonesian one I took Akira to.
I pick up some food and carry it out.
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Post by Kaieka on Feb 9, 2004 18:52:37 GMT -5
Bassarov, that was the man's name. Yes, he told me, I remember that much.
"He is around here somewhere. I am... fine... What is your name?"
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Post by Patrick on Feb 9, 2004 18:54:15 GMT -5
"Uhhhh... are you certian that you're alright?" Patrick aksed. The fact that she couldn't remember his name wasn't a promising sign.
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Post by Daevid on Feb 9, 2004 18:56:53 GMT -5
Daevid walks along the streets, deep in thought, scuffing his feet along the snow strewn sidewalks. He bumps into a woman on the street.
"I am sorry miss, I didn't mean t... Say, you are an elf too!"
He says as he finally looks up. He started the day wondering if he would ever see another elf, and already today he has met two.
"Pardon me, but I am not used to seeing elves about. My name is Daevid.... and you are?"
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Feb 9, 2004 18:57:13 GMT -5
"Patrick, take care of Kaieka, I have things I have to do. People I need to contact. I am moving everyone to Helsinki...but I need to make some arrangements. Red Infinity wanted us dead. How they failed I do not know. But it is unsafe for us to stay here." Bassarov walks off to the ruins of town.
Bassarov looks around, everyone seems to be accounted for....but Riku. Riku is gone. Bassarov concludes that he mau have been warned of the coming disaster.
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Post by Kaieka on Feb 9, 2004 19:00:36 GMT -5
Bassarov enters the room, and then quickly leaves. I stare at the young "Patrick".
"Well looks like you have been put in charge of me. Truth be told, no, I do not feel well at all. I cannot remember anything, including who any of you are. I feel like a mental invalid.
Do you know what happened here?"
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Post by Patrick on Feb 9, 2004 19:02:09 GMT -5
"All I know is that everything blew up," Patrick said liking one of his wounds by instinct. "You don't remember anything at all?" he asked.
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Post by Kaieka on Feb 9, 2004 19:04:36 GMT -5
I shake my head. "I remember a flash of green light... and that is it."
I am interested to see him licking his wounds, I give a slight smile, despite my overwhelming situation.
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Post by Patrick on Feb 9, 2004 19:09:08 GMT -5
"Hmm," Patrick said at a lack for words. He had no idea of what to do, but all he knew was that the shards of glass and metal that had gouged him really hurt. He began to take out teh larger pieces and covering the bleeding wounds with his hand. He then sat down, finally noticing that his leg was broken.
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Post by Moira on Feb 9, 2004 19:10:09 GMT -5
"The name's Moira. Pleased to meet you."
I shake his hand, firmly.
"So what are you doin' in Moscow? You look like one of those pretty elf guys who stay in the forest singing songs about love and stupid stuff like flowers and deer. This city is no place for you."
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Post by Janele on Feb 9, 2004 19:13:45 GMT -5
I sense a huge power during my meditation. I open my eyes & see a green light. I put up a barrier with all my magic & dive toward the ground. Before the burst of power subsided my barrier had weakened & fell. I now lay under the debris of the villa. I wake up after a period & start to move things around so I could get up. After about 27 minutes of moving this debris I was able to get out & heal properly away from the destruction of the villa. *Ashame. It was just remoduled too.* I lay there waiting for someone to find me. After sometime I hear some voices. I listened & soon find out that it was the voices of Patrick, Bassarov, and Kaieka. *Hello can you hear me. I am in the villa's debris.* I say telepathically sending it to each one.
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Post by Patrick on Feb 9, 2004 19:16:51 GMT -5
Patrick instantly leapt up on his good leg and ran over to teh debry pile where Janele was burried. He proceded in shifting as much of the rubble as he could. "Janele, you're going to need to help me with this," he called out to her. His strength was almost gone and moving the rubble was a hard task for him int eh best of conditions.
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Post by Daevid on Feb 9, 2004 19:18:19 GMT -5
"Moira, that is a strong name."
He shakes her hand and feels her strong grip. His face lights up in a smile as she mentions her ideas on the woodland elves.
"You have me pegged, lady. I am one of the "pretty elf guys" from the woodlands. However, my home was destroyed, and now I travel from here to there. Right now, Moscow is here. I don't really do very much of anything, I suppose. You are the second elf that I have seen today. I was beginning to think that I was the last."
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Post by Kaieka on Feb 9, 2004 19:23:40 GMT -5
I get up and follow Patrick to a pile of debris. He is trying to dig someone out. I don't know who it is, but I figure that I can lend what strength I have to the deed. I join in, lifting wood and metal, all sorts of rubble.
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