When It's Time To Let Go

[Valodya Bassarov]

I have a feeling this thread might be sad.

[Chihira]

"No! I will not, I repeat, will NOT let you see this paper!" I said holding it just out of Kisa's reach.

[Kisa Higurashi]

I pouted.

Oh, fine...

[Chihira]

I celebrated and carefully folded the paper to put it in my pocket.

[Kisa Higurashi]

I sighed and got back to work.
(OOC: G2G...)

[Chihira]

((Alright, I might as well also. Goodmorning everyone))

[Valodya Bassarov]

Bassarov leaves the hospital, and summons his sickle to threaten anyone who tries to stop him. His brother is gone. Bassarov does not mind this.

Although his injury is not healed, he hops on a train to Moscow. He has lost a few hours now. He is not pleased.

[Akitu]

((ok, i missed WAY too much so im just gonna say im travelin with you guys, k?))

[Chihira]

((ok, just say you snuck along))

[Peter "The Owl"]

The baggage car rattles noisly as the train continues onwards towards Moscow, bags sliding around, shaking against their buckles and chains.

As such, no one notices the whip crack and the slash of light that appear in the car. The slash wides, slowly expanding to an hour glass shape, white light billowing out of the opening in space.

A figure steps out of it, shadowed deep black against the white of the gateway. It moves forward and the white opening slams shut, leaving the room dark. The figure moves forward and tests the handle of the door. Locked.

In a fluid motion it draws something metal from it's coat. There is a blast and a second of light while the lock shatters to pieces.

Pushing the door open, Peter steps into the light of the last passanger car of the train. He taps his glasses and watches the contact point as the 3D train layout expands on his lens.

This was the closest thing Peter could remember to a personal score he wanted to settle. This Target had evaded him time and again, even getting itself off the list for a time. But now, now he had it cornered.

"Time to end, Soulless," he says to himself as he starts forwards.

[Aristarchus]

-I arrive at the soup kitchen early, and am greated by the usual rank odor of dirty humans.

-I smile at Chastity and start to serve.

-This is getting old. I can not keep up this charade much longer. I will eat her, and these wretched humans....

-I am going to make a move...and soon.

-I only need to think of how....

[Valodya Bassarov]

The train arrived in Moscow sometime in the afternoon. As soon as he stepped on to the platform, Bassarov could sense the fear in the atmosphere. People talked quieter and smiled less. They rushes around, hushed, in dark colors, and eyes averted from one another. This was a dangerous city, more dangerous than even Beijing.


Bassarov snaked his way though the dismal streets, to the the magnificent fortreess of fear, the Ministry of Terror. The slender black building was a onyx spear peirceing the red sky and casting a long dark shadow across the Moscow River.'

Bassarov stood before it, and waited. He did not want to enter right away. He was afraid to pass the dark gates or touch the metal doors. So he stood outside gathering resolve and forming a plan.

[Fate]

After waiting for awhile and not being noticed by anyone I turn to the door and see a man there waiting to be let in.

I go to the door and let the man into the building. "Hey, who are you? I don't think I have seen you before."

[Kaschei]

Kaschei hears in his mind, Jareth's cries for him. After all he has done to her, she still cries out for him. He, for an instant, feels a little guilt. He realizes this feeling for what it is and tries to ignore it.

"So even I am not all corrupted....hmmph.."

Kaschei walks to his library and begins to read.

[Valodya Bassarov]

Bassarov glances at the other dark haired man, not sure if he should tell him who he is. Bassarov figures that he has nothing to lose, since he is after all, in Red Infinity's stronghold, without any hope of escaping.

"My name is Valodya Bassarov, a revolutionary. I assume that you work for Red Infinity. Well, I am not here to over throw them, since that would be impossible. I am just here to see a friend."

Seeing a friend...that is only half way true, but true enough.