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Post by Lady Violet on Mar 23, 2004 2:14:52 GMT -5
I look at Julma Varjo and remember that I have a meeting to go to! It is about the growing rebel threat. It seems that more factions of rebels are emmerging. This is something that must be addressed, with force if need be.
I need to change into a suit for the meeting.
"I must go home and change...sorry to leave all of you.."
I walk out of the International HQ, and through Tianamen Square.
"Yes, the rebels must be dealt with swiftly and with a heavy hand..."
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Post by Catherine on Mar 23, 2004 2:15:33 GMT -5
I smiled back and took a bite, chewed, and swallowed.
You're right, they do taste like regular steaks...
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Mar 23, 2004 2:27:13 GMT -5
Bassarov, Mischa, Janele, Patrick, Riku, and Sazumi are all teleported to the Dacha in Russia. Bassarov feels a slight sense of loss having seperated from the others. The movement seems so small and lonely now. But in time, others will join them.
"Well this is it, I am going to take a walk to the lake to reflect on things..."
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Mar 23, 2004 2:27:43 GMT -5
"We'll attack within the month. I want everyone to undergo basic training. You'll all need leasons in proper firearms combat as well as physical and occult training."
He glances around.
"Zero will help with physical training, he has the LIF info in his systems but occult will be all me. All of you will have to learn magic if you want to survive."
Peter glances at John.
"Remember this: claws and fur do not make you weapon for war, they make you a monster. Useful as individual skills are everyone here will have to learn a little of everything.
No John, we will have time."
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Post by Sophia on Mar 23, 2004 2:30:30 GMT -5
Upon her many travels, Sophia winds up in Moscow. She didn't like being pinned down in one area for long, unless there was some reason to stay there. She felt like meeting someone new, so she walked along Moscow's strip of coffee shops. Maybe "strip" wasn't the right word, since all coffee shops offered pretty much the same tar, and therefore, new shops popping up were very seldom. There probably wouldn't be too many people up at this hour, which would make the few people who were out that much more interesting.
She entered one, and was greeted by a waitress wearing a pink, coffee stained gown. Must have been a rough night.
Her eyes searched the area for interesting conversation, and spotted an elven man scribbling on a napkin. She always admired someone who's thoughts overflowed to the point that they had to be sopped up with napkins.
Sophia sat down by this Elven man.
"Room for one more, stranger?"
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Post by Usha on Mar 23, 2004 2:31:46 GMT -5
Usha washes the last of the dishes.
"That was a great meal that you made, Kisa." She stretched, and wiped her hands on a dry cloth.
" I think I am going to go into town. I saw some red infinity soldiers there the other day. I want to see if they left..."
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Post by Genki on Mar 23, 2004 2:36:24 GMT -5
this fighting makes me want to tear my hair out. "you guys, this is pointless...fighting like this..."
i look at both dragons...
"Ulitmate Diplomatic Skill!" This power makes people not want to fight. an aura of orange spreads around the dragons and the fighters...
i used this in the fight between Lemminkainen and Bassarov. i cross my fingers that it works again.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Mar 23, 2004 2:37:11 GMT -5
Upon reaching the other side of the portal, I can't help but get a feeling of overwhelming hopelessness... Before, when I was surrounded by all the rebels, it was taken for granted, but now, time seems to have gone backwards.
I catch up with Bassarov, and grab his hand.
"Mind if I tag along, love?"
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Post by Lemminkainen on Mar 23, 2004 2:40:27 GMT -5
I drop my sword and wonder what the heck i was doing. "Uh, what's going on. We are fighting? Um, like why? Fighting is sooo wrong, dudes...lets pick flowers instead." I prance over to a flower bed and pick some daisies.
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Post by Aristarchus on Mar 23, 2004 2:44:20 GMT -5
I am hit by the strange orange cloud. I loose my desire to fight. My heart is consumed with love.
-"Why am I here? I should be with my darling, Chastity..."
-I look at the fighters bellow. How can i fight them? All beings have a right to life.
-All I want now is to express the love that is in my heart.
-I fly away from Machiavelli and head to Paris, where I can have love and peace....
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Post by Zex on Mar 23, 2004 2:47:42 GMT -5
I look at Lemminkainen picking flowers. I put away my laser gun and run over to him. I pick a rose for him. "Let's be best friends, forever and ever..."
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Post by Quan Xu / Quan Ji on Mar 23, 2004 2:50:00 GMT -5
"Thin skills hath grown most potent my young friend." Quan Ji, leading Jewel by the reins, slowly walks towards the group. He walks slowly and quietly, not drawing the attention of the others.
He stops a little ways from Genki, his gaze lowered to the ground. He is wearing his old court cloths again, the wide brimmed hat hiding his eyes.
"I hath no words to say that canst express my sorrow at causing thou harm Genki. I art sorry."
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Post by Sasha Kropotkin on Mar 23, 2004 2:51:06 GMT -5
"Alright, let's walk."
Sasha walks out of the room with Antero, eager to steer away from the vampire.
"I agree, we do need more operatives. What do you suggest we do?"
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Post by Genki on Mar 23, 2004 2:51:26 GMT -5
"you see everyone, you dont need to fight to solve the world's problems." i smile and wrap my arms around Lemminkainen and Zex. my power worked, but the black dragon remains. i summon another orange cloud and fire it at him. "Ultimate Diplomatic Skill!" No one can escape my cloud, since my cloud is peace, and peace exists in all of us, even when we refuse to see it. i look behind me and see Quan, my eyes start to water. I throw my arms around him.
"i am glad that you are here, i missed you so much. You are more than a friend to me!!"
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Mar 23, 2004 2:57:28 GMT -5
"Sure, I would be glad to have you join me.." Bassarov and Mischa walk to the lake, the sun is setting, a loon wails mournfully in the distance.
"I don't agree with Peter's tactics..."
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