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Post by Kisa Higurashi on Feb 19, 2004 2:21:33 GMT -5
I frowned. This isn't good...he should atleast take Suzumi, Usha, Janele or me with him since we can heal, I said.
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Post by Ookami on Feb 19, 2004 2:26:16 GMT -5
"i wish he hadn't gone alone. Oh well please everyone pack up your belongings and meet me back down here. I won't leave anyone behind. We will go to our new home as soon as i get back from Seeing Mischa. Please hurry. i will be back shortly.
I ran with all of my demon speed and made it to the church as quickly as i could. I found him and explained the whole mess in about one breath and i told him not to follow...Bassarov said not to follow. I then told of my urgency to return to the rebels.
I had to get back to the apartment to take the ppl to the old church(different church than Mischa) and when i got back a few ppl had their stuff al ready packed and were waiting on me.
"good" I said.
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Post by Illigitimate God on Feb 19, 2004 2:26:59 GMT -5
Zephyr surveyed his situation. It had been some time since he had been employed. The resistance groups had dug further underground, and left little chance for him to contact their agents. It was likewise getting harder for Zephyr to stay inconspicuous. He had his ways, but the noose constantly tightened it's stranglehold on all who opposed absolute rule.
He shuffled about on a dirty traincar, bound for Moscow. It was going to be some time before they arrived, lost in a sea of bodies. He milled about, moving forward into the next car. He was obviously not a mere civillian. Someone might recognize him. He tapped the case that was slung over shoulder. He could always defend himself. He found the percentage chance of anyone recognizing who he was to be acceptable. He grabbed a hold of a rail. It wouldn't be too soon before the Red Infinity dogs came sniffing for him.
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Post by Kisa Higurashi on Feb 19, 2004 2:27:54 GMT -5
So...let's go, I said.
We all then walked to the church.
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Post by Chihira on Feb 19, 2004 2:32:09 GMT -5
"Ok... what are we going to do when we get there? Just sit around and wait?" I asked while we wre all walking to the church.
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Post by Ookami on Feb 19, 2004 2:34:23 GMT -5
"as of now thats all we can do. Bassarov told us not to follow. He knows what he is doing. But if he's not back soon i will go back to the ministry and see my packmate and ask her if she knows anything."
When we got there it was a bit broken down and needed some cosmetic work but overall was in good shape.
"the rooms are downstairs please go down there and choose amongst yourselfs. each room holds a futon thats all i can offer right now. We can put furnishings in later. I will need all of your help to get this place running but it should be up in no time. As you can see its just a bit broken down is all. In case you don't know this is the new face of the rebels. but we aren't rebels anymore. We are priests and nurses and doctors and security. We will hide in the open and no one will know our true purppose. but there is time to explain all of this later. please go and unburden yourselves and pick your rooms. after you get more comfortable we will talk and i will answer any questions you have."
He looked at them all and smiled.
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Post by Chihira on Feb 19, 2004 2:35:50 GMT -5
((WOULD YOU STOP ignoring me!)))
I put the bags that I had carried for some of the rebels down.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Feb 19, 2004 2:36:20 GMT -5
Bassarov took the first train bound to Moscow. He was afraid for himself and for Riku. On the train he saw someone who looked familiar....Zephyr.
Bassarov felt a surge of anger. This..this machine slept with Kaieka! He calmed himself remembering that Kaieka was gone and no longer someone he could afford to care about.
Bassarov walks up to the cyborg.
"Hello Zephyr. Long time no see."
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Post by Kisa Higurashi on Feb 19, 2004 2:40:14 GMT -5
I also smiled. I wanted to be happy and cheerful. Bass had gone alone to the Ministry of Terror which was a bad thing. But if he survived, Riku would be back with us which is a good thing.
I walked downstairs and found a room. I sat down on a bed. This won't be so bad...
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Post by Illigitimate God on Feb 19, 2004 2:41:34 GMT -5
Zephyr slowly turned around. He knew this man. It was a blurry, faded memory. Bassarov. He knew his name. He could read his anger easilly off of his face, and felt that hostile action might be taken against him. Zephyr did not know Bassarov's motives. Zephyr could not remember. Zephyr did know that this man stood as a threat to him.
'...Bassarov...' Zephyr spoke slowly, emotionless. 'What do you want from me?'
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Post by Kaieka on Feb 19, 2004 2:42:05 GMT -5
I sit on my seat in the train, Riku's body resting against my own, both of us covered by the spell infused in the cloak of shadows. I look out the window at the passing countryside, a smile still playing on my lips at the thought of bringing pain to Bassarov.
The door at the back of the compartment opens, and a man passes. I watch as his large form walks ahead. There is something very familiar about him, but I cannot place it.
While I sit and ponder this, a door at the front of the compartment enters and in walks... Bassarov. I let out a gasp that is lost in the clanking noise of the moving train. How did he get on this train?
I pull the cloak tighter about us and watch as he walks back for a couple of feet and then stops to look at the man that had come in earlier.
Bassarov! How I despise him! I cannot let my anger get the better of me now, however. I want to run up to him and make sure that he dies... but he will suffer more from the slow and painful removal of each of his closest friends. I assuay my desire and continue to watch.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Feb 19, 2004 2:47:47 GMT -5
"You should remember me, you slept with my girlfriend. But that is not important anymore. So, where have you been? Are you still involved with any resistant movements?"
Bassarov puts aside his anger, and focues on the fact that he could use a cyborg.
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Post by Illigitimate God on Feb 19, 2004 2:56:10 GMT -5
Zephyr does not stray his cold eyes off of Bassarov's for one, solitary second. He had no memory of his girlfriend, nor was he about to give out information about his employment.
'I work for the rebels, yes. They buy my services, and in return I do as they request.' Zephyr closed the distance between him and Bassarov, his voice imprinted with hostility. 'I do not plan to discuss details regarding my employment with you, nor am I interested in any business proposition that you may have.'
Zephyr raised an eyebrow. He was becoming more human everyday, even his hostillity was getting to be more genuine.
'...I will kill you if you do not keep a sizeable proximity from me... go now.'
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Post by Kisa Higurashi on Feb 19, 2004 2:59:24 GMT -5
I stood up. It was time to help. I walked up to Ookami. Would you like me to do anything?
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Feb 19, 2004 3:04:25 GMT -5
Bassarov imagines himself summoning his sickle and hacking the unfriendly cyborg to pieces. But he tries to ignore the hostility of the machine and opts for a more diplomatic approach.
"I'm sorry that I have somehow disturbed you, I was not aware that machines could be so touchy. I was going to talk to you about the resistance movement I am involved with. But I see now it was a waste of both of our times."
Bassarov tries to remain calm and unaffected by the machine, and for the most part he does. He did not want a cyborg that badly anyway.
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