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Post by Kith on Feb 10, 2004 15:08:06 GMT -5
She walks away, and I feel hope return to me. I will never understand her. She is complex....too complex. I am stunned and confused. But I am certain now that if I could somehow eliminate Calithin from her life, she would be mine.
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I leave the library and feel as though a heavy burdon has been lifted from me.
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I return to my office and continue my work.
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Post by Fascia on Feb 10, 2004 15:11:08 GMT -5
I strap on my knife when I get out the door. It feels a little awkward on my thigh, but the familiarity of it is good. I long to use the blade again.
I leave the apartment and head to the Ministry of Terror. I have decided what I am going to do. I can no longer just sit around and sponge off of other people, I need to be working. I know that Moira works for the League of the Godless, and I could work for them, but I don't want her knowing that I am out working. I don't think that she would approve. She would probably say that I am doing too much, that she can provide for all of us. But I can't have that.
I walk in the tall, black building at the center of Moscow. I find out where Kith Keitoleinen's office is and head up there. He is at least part elf. I can work for him. The guards let me by, and I knock on his office door.
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Post by Kith on Feb 10, 2004 15:18:23 GMT -5
My work is interupted by a beautiful elf maiden. I remember meeting her before.
"Take a seat, how can I help you, Fascia. Something has changed since I last saw you. You look even more lovely."
Yes, I have a tendency to hit on women, but only to heighten my chances of finding a relationship of some sort. For a moment, I forget all about Genovia.
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Post by Fascia on Feb 10, 2004 15:22:28 GMT -5
I smile as I sit.
"Thank you Kith. Time has done you justice as well." I say this, even though his eyes are red and puffy. He looks like he has either been sick or crying.
"I was wondering if there might be a job for me here. Something that wouldn't take up all my time. Do you need any assassins perhaps?"
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Post by Kith on Feb 10, 2004 15:26:11 GMT -5
"I would gladly hire you, but now is not the best time to work for the Ministry of Terror. Kaschei runs things around here. I would not join if I were you. Your orders are more likely to come from him than from me."
She seems eager to help.
"I could hire you as my secretary...if you could tolerate working for me. You would not be killing people...just running erands and what not. I know this sounds boring, but you would be much better off than if you worked for Kaschei...trust me."
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Post by Fascia on Feb 10, 2004 15:32:18 GMT -5
I sit and ponder this. I had hoped to be doing some killing, getting back into the swing of things. I think of Kaschei, I have heard that he is a wizzard. Donnerstag is also a wizard. They probably know eachother. It was he that gave me the potion to speed up my pregnancy. I promised him my child, but never planned on going through with it. No, if there is any chance that they know eachother, I should not work for Kaschei. Besides, he is not an elf. I could not submit myself to a lowly human mage.
I decide that secretarial work will have to do for now. And even though Kith is only half elf, at least he is an elf.
"I will work for you. Though if something comes up that is more exciting, such as assassinating somebody, I would appreciate you letting me have the job. I am not much for desk work. When do you want me to start?"
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Post by Kith on Feb 10, 2004 15:36:01 GMT -5
The thought of having my own pretty elf secretary pleases me. I need a secretary. I hate paper work. Plus, she can help me get my life in order.
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"You can start today!"
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I hand her a large book of telephone numbers.
"Your first job is to find me a date for Friday. This book is a listing of every single female member of the Communist party. There has to be someone in there for me....."
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Post by Fascia on Feb 10, 2004 15:42:28 GMT -5
I take the book and sit down at a desk. Aanagard, Abigail...
I sit and call female after female. It is almost evening and I am only in the M's. I am tired, and there have been no takers. Is this Kith character so hard up that he cannot find a woman? What is the matter with him? My voice hurts from talking so much, and I now know the greater comunist female populous of Moscow rather well.
I stand up and stretch, then walk to Kith's desk.
"The day is almost over, I will have to be going home soon. I didn't find anyone. I am sorry. Do you tend to offend women often? I got quite a few hang ups when I mentioned your name."
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Post by Debussy on Feb 10, 2004 15:48:16 GMT -5
Debussy wakes up alone within the walls of the Red Infinity HQ. He walks out of the office and into the streets in his new clothing. Having forgotten about the "atomic bomb" he seems quite optimistic and happy. He move around the city in quite a strange step, as if dancing to a waltz rythem.
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Post by Daevid on Feb 10, 2004 16:02:58 GMT -5
Daevid sits, reading, for awhile before the baby starts crying. He goes in and picks him up gently. He hasn't had much experience with babies, but treats him tenderly. He has to change a diaper, another experience to add to his life, and then sits with the child on his lap. He also feeds him, using the bottle of breast milk from the fridge. The baby doesn't seem to like it cold, so he heats it up a bit.
He glances at the clock, it is late. Fascia went out a while ago. He wonders where she went. He also wonders about Moira and the drow female. They have not gotten up yet. He shrugs and continues to read. The book is an old one by Emerson. He enjoys reading the man's thoughts on life.
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Post by Debussy on Feb 10, 2004 16:06:52 GMT -5
Debussy brings his sword up and throws a piece of his hair up. Smoke bursts and surronds the areas. Once it clears the swords is replace by an umbrella. He takes a deep breath and blows causing him to float off.
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Post by Jareth on Feb 10, 2004 16:23:51 GMT -5
Jareth walked towards her quarters dumbfounded. Did her master actually say that. He doesn't hate me as much as i think huh. well she had been starting to wonder if she was as valuable to him as he had once said.
She decided that she would get some more rest and after a few hrs go out and look around the ministry. Possibly even go shopping. It had been so long since she thought of herself. But first she needed a bath to get rid of the smell of smoke and burnt flesh.
As she soaked her thoughts returned to her handsome Kaschei. "i don't hate you at all my dark sorcerer, even throughout the humiliations and heart ache." She knew for sure he would need her to obtain the rest of the pieces to summon the goddess. But then a thought struck her. When he has her what will become of me. She dismissed this thought for the goddess would need followers right? But she would no longer be Kascheis and it made her sad. She dunked her head into the water hoping it would rinse away the negativity. She finnished and dried herself and dressed for sleep. and she found herself so very tired. more so than she had thought, and as her head hit the pillow she drifted off dreaming of laughing in Lucern and her master holding her with the goddess overhead laughing with her.
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Post by Debussy on Feb 10, 2004 16:27:31 GMT -5
He floats for hours whistling Clair De Lune. He eventually lands on top of Fasica's place of residence. "Ooh now whats this be." Debussy flattens and turns black, looking much like a shadow, and moves over to a window. He looks in and watches the events.
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Post by Kaieka on Feb 10, 2004 16:27:48 GMT -5
Our plane lands in Helsinki, and we go to Bassarov's friend's house. I am tired, and lay down to go to sleep. It has been a long day. I share a room with a few people, Bassarov being one of them. He strips off his shirt as he lays on the floor to go to sleep. I admire his lean form. He is very attractive, and he has been very kind. I yawn and close my eyes. I will have to get to know him better. I hope I remember soon. He seems like such a nice thing to remember.
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Post by Debussy on Feb 10, 2004 16:49:47 GMT -5
The shadow enters the house and moves across the floor over to the baby's crib and hides under it as a mouse. "Bark... I mean squeak"
(( OOC- SOMBODY POST ME AM BORED!!!!!!))
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