In the Wake of Devastation

[Lemminkainen]

"Oh noooo, little dude. You like found the atari. I just like went back to keep you out of trouble. this is like soooooo your fault. I wonder what you did to mess stuff up so bad."

[Zex]

"I couldn't have. I think that when you time travel, you are unable to change things. You just create an alternative time line. So this has to be an alternate future. all we have to do is find our way back to the orriginal future. This one is not the real one. Just some messed up time travel version of it. Get it?"

[Lemminkainen]

"Oh...no...I like dont get it, but whatever."

[Kith]

Talking with Daeve did make me feel slightly better. I have no real friends, so any little bit of concern helps me survive.

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I do some paper work and decide to talk to Genovia. I want her to listen to me. With persistance, I'm sure she will realize how much I care, and abandon all feeling for that angel.

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I am not a loser...really.

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I go to her training room and try to talk to her....

"Hello Genovia. I'm sorry that I keep bothering you. I know that you must be very annoyed by me. I don't blame you. I would be annoyed by me. I just want you to know how devastated I feel. I hurt horribly. I hope that satisfies you. I agonize over you. I wish Calithin would just go away. I could have been him... I think I could love you more...yes, 1,000 times more than him. I could have been in his position if not for Chihira. I am very sorry about that...I really am."

[Zex]

"Nevermind." I start scanning the area. Strangely, my sensors detect life. I wander through town and come across an injurred woman. "Tell me what happened..." I tell her. She is weak and hardly able to talk. "Ursarian woman...destroyed everything..." the woman say. "What did she look like?" I ask. "black hair...muscular...dark eyes....red infinity" the woman doesn't say anything else. I blast her with my laser to put her out of her misery.
"What a bunch of dolts we are. We didn't do this....we had nothing to do with this. It was Red Infinity..."

[Lemminkainen]

"That sounds a lot like Genki's friend Genovia. She was really mean. I never really liked her. But she died when Kith blew up Helsinki, so it couldn't be her."
I think about Genki's friend Genovia and how she was really mean to everyone.
"Nope, couldn't be her."

[Zex]

"Yeah, well maybe she was sent here to kill us. That means I saved the day! Had I not gone back in time we would all be dead right now!! Yeah, that's right...everyone gets mad at Zex...blames Zex for casuing trouble, but if not for me, you'd all be toast!!
I sit on some rubble and bask in my greatness.
"I guess we just wait here til Hope gets back."

[Genovia]

"Quit deluding yourself into thinking that you have a chance with me or ever did."

I continue to train and ignore the elf.

"Why can't you just leave me alone."

[Fascia]

After pacing around for awhile, I decide to go to sleep. I lie in bed and drift off, amid thoughts of babies and elf men. It seems that it has only been a few minutes when I am burst into the reality of morning by a crying voice. He is so needy.

I get out of bed and throw on a robe. My little child looks up at me with his large teary eyes. I pick him up and sit down to feed. Who would have imagined me being a mother? And breastfeeding at that? Well, only the best for the new generation of elves on this dark planet. I talk softly to him in the amber rays of new morning, calling him my Pira Sh'mai. He is my little love. The love of my soul. I didn't know that I could feel such love for another, but I do. He is my son, and I would do anything for him.

[Daevid]

Daeve sat in the cafe all night, until his eyes were raw and red from the smoke filled air. He listened to poems and music, a drug which, like caffiene, he was so addicted to. He was addicted to mood and feeling, and this place had both. The ambiance of an artist's soul. This was it.

The scribbled down the poems of a living mind. A mind that meandered like a river, through green fields of creativity. A mind that devoured the world for all its feeling. Thriving like a plant on being.


He slid a poem to the tired waitress. The underpaind servant of night, art, and emotion. He gave her a smile as he walked out the door.

He kept a napkin scribbling for himself. The poem about a mother. Young and strong, the one he met the other day.

He journeyed into the city, traveling not only city streets, but into himself.

[Fascia]

My little one is fed, and I put him down to sleep. He sleeps so often. I stretch. The morning is new and Moira and Akira still are sleeping in the next room. I feel a little jealous as I think of them, they do love eachother very much. And though I don't agree with their lifestyle, I can see how happy they are. Afterall, for all of my convictions, I am still alone. Well... not alone. I still have my child. Sometimes, though, that doesn't seem enough.

I decide to take advantage of his sleep and take a walk. There are a few things that I need, diapers and such, and I don't want to have to send Moira out for them later, though I know that she would go. She is the man of the house. I smile to myself. She is good, she takes care of us. I wish that I could contribute more, but right now that would be a little difficult.

I grab a jacket and head out the door.

The air is cold, but crisp. It feels good after being locked away in the apartment for so long. I start to walk toward the store. It is a few blocks away. Walking feels good.

I pass some humans on the street. I sneer and keep on walking. I think I have grown soft. I no longer feel an overwhelming desire to kill them, though I still bear their kind no love.

[Daevid]

Daeve walks along the street, admiring the architecture of some of the older buildings. He decides that he should find a place to sleep. He isn't sure where.

But the world opens to him, like a flower. He walks through life, and opportunity comes his way. So he never worries. He just goes forward. Fearless. Free. Independant of all burdon or hardship. Excpet those burdons of a mind that thinks and a heart that craves.

He walks a bit more, when he spots Fascia. His heart skips a beat. He walks up to her.

"It is good to see you again, Fascia. You sure are up early..or if you are like me...late!"

[Fascia]

"Oh, hello Daevid." I look from his face down to the ground, blushing. He is so attractive. "No, I am just waking up. The morning is beautiful though."

I feel foolish. I don't know why these feelings overcome me when I am around him. It makes me feel weak. But I almost enjoy feeling weak...

"I am going shopping, there are some things that I need to buy." I look back up into his clear blue eyes. They seem to look through me.

[Daevid]

"Would you like my help? I have nothing I would rather do then spend the morning with you."

Daeve no longer feels tired. He is energized by the radiant beauty of the young elf woman.

"Excuse that I smell like smoke. I was in a Cafe all night. I wrote a poem though. Would you like to read it?"

Daeve hands her the napkin with his cafe scribblings. He smiles at her, hoping that she enjoys it. It is, afterall, about her.

[Fascia]

I scan the poem. It is very good. It reminds me of... me. But that would be silly. He would not write about me, he just met me.

"You may come with me if you like. Though it won't be very interesting."

I start walking toward the store.

"So, Daevid, tell me a bit about yourself. What do you do? What brings you to Moscow, or have you always lived here?"