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Post by Hilja Kukkanen/Sasha Pisarev on Jun 10, 2008 0:40:05 GMT -5
post here when the previous thread has 20 pages.
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Post by gabriel on Jun 13, 2008 0:20:36 GMT -5
Gabriel continued on his way through the rather empty streets with a breif case full of special equipment in tow, clutching the manala pistol in one of his coat pockets tightly for the same reason most people chose not to go out at this time of night. He had already been beaten by a Creditor today, he didn't need some mugger trying to take his money either. "Where is this temple?" Gabriel inquired mentally as he passed several buildings on his way to no where. "The local temple. It was moved here from America before it became a radiated wasteland." Voice promptly replied enthustiaticly.
"How do you know all of this, Voice?" Gabriel inquired curiously, he was beginning to think that this voice that shared a body with him was far more then just a voice. This book that it mentioned, what was it really? "Find the book, and you will find your answers." Voice replied eavesdropping on his thoughts again. Gabriel sighed and rounded a corner, seeing the designated temple in the distance. "Who had this book first? The first person to be troubled by you?" Gabriel smirked stopping just outside the door.
"Something like that... Now you are sure you want to do this? It could potentially put you on the Manalist hit list." Voice replied sounding actually concerned for once. "If everything goes well, they won't even notice." he replied taking a deep breath and walking inside.
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Post by Markus Dunstan on Jun 13, 2008 0:42:29 GMT -5
Markus slipped off to a teleportation booth and punched in a convenient number, then darted out and away. Though the woudns appeared to trouble him little, he need a place to recuperate. He skulked in a city that looked like it was in former switzerlan. He scaled a nearby apartment building until he arrived at a window.
Silently he unlocked and opened the window, skulking inside. He didn't know who the place belonged to, but he couldn't go on much longer. He VERY quietly crept into the bathroom and began to dress the wounds from the manala pistol.
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Post by Bambi Engel on Jun 13, 2008 0:54:13 GMT -5
Bambi had just finished eating some dinner, and completely oblivious to the fact that a stranger had entered her apartment, she was cleaning the kitchen up. As usual, she finished up right on time and begun to make her way toward her bathroom.
Unrolling the sleeves and beginning to unbutton her blouse on the way there, she paused a few steps from the bathroom. The light was on. Strange, she could've sworn she hadn't left it on... But it wouldn't be the first time she'd forgotten something.
Goose bumps rose on her skin as her paranoia took hold, but she shook her head with a soft sigh. She probably got scared someone was in her apartment at least once every couples days. So far, no unexpected visitors had ended up being anywhere.
And so she marched up to the bathroom door, swinging it open to prove her paranoia wrong. Unfortunately, paranoia was sometimes right. Startled at the sight of someone standing in her bathroom, apparently in some kind of suit, she fell backward with a gasp.
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Post by Markus Dunstan on Jun 13, 2008 0:59:08 GMT -5
Markus whirled as the door opened, his Tonfa swords immediately falling into his hands and twirling in the air, ready for a fight...then he promptly fell forward and remained still. He struggled to rise, but the injuries weighed to heavily on him. He wouldn't die, but he needed time to regenerate. Regardless, he had no idea if this newcomer was hostile a or not. He rose to his feet, one tonfa sword was on the ground but the other remained in his hand.
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Post by Bambi Engel on Jun 13, 2008 1:08:44 GMT -5
Bambi's eyes widened, her glasses crooked slightly from the fall. She moves her legs up and down as if attempting to crawl backward, but she doesn't move. Her chest rose and fell frantically, her mind reeling in terror. After a moment though, he staggered, dropping one of his blades. So he was... hurt?
Her eyes darted from his dropped blade, to the blade in his hand, to the suit that concealed his entire body. "You're... injured... correct?" She spoke slowly, not sure if it would be more sane of her to attempt to flee. "I'm not... I won't..." She raised her empty hands as if to finish her sentence.
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Post by Markus Dunstan on Jun 13, 2008 1:14:21 GMT -5
Markus looked down at himself, then looked up, nodding slowly. He raised one finger to where his lips would be in front of his gas mask in order to indicate not to scream or draw attention to the apartment.
He honestly wasn't quite sure why he hadn't attacked her yet. He told himself that an unnecessary death would draw even more unnecessary attention, though the logic registered with him on a very subconscious level.
He watched her through the black spectacles of his gas mask and picked up his other tonfa sword. He flipped them skillfully, fluidly, through the air then slid them into their sheathes skillfully.
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Post by Bambi Engel on Jun 13, 2008 1:20:21 GMT -5
Bambi bit her bottom lip, slowly standing up. She didn't want him to think she was hostile with any quick movements, or that she was going to run away. He had put his blades away, but she was positive he could draw them just as quickly. Realizing her shirt was still half buttoned, her face flushed and her fingers frantically moved to rebutton them.
Done with that task, she kept her gaze on the floor, unsure of what to do now. After a few silent moments, she looked back at the man and took a slow step toward him. I must be insane... She thought grimly. "Where are you... injured?" She would've never been able to tell he was injured with that suit on if he hadn't staggered.
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Post by Markus Dunstan on Jun 13, 2008 1:28:33 GMT -5
Markus slowly gestured at the three holes in his torso. Two in his stomach, and one in his shoulder.
Deep down in his dead skull he still recalled the face of the man who shot him. He was going to make sure he stabbed in exactly where he'd been shot before cutting off his head.
Bambi of course, wouldn't be able to tell because so far all he'd done after the gesturing at stare at her through the black goggles of his gas mask. He imagined he probably unnerved with his rather freakish appearance. Sometimes it got to the even stoney Markus how creepy he must always look.
He carefully walked past her and sat on the floor, next to her apartment door. If she tried to leave, he'd stop her, and if someone tried to enter, he'd probably be forced to strike. He sat cross legged and waited.
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Post by Bambi Engel on Jun 13, 2008 1:34:56 GMT -5
Bambi gazed from the man to her bathroom. "Don't you need to clean the wounds? Or bandage them? Or... something?" She questioned, knowing she kept a good first aid kit. Of course, she did because she was such a klutz. She wasn't actually very skilled in first aid.
She wondered why he hadn't killed her yet, or spoken... Perhaps he was going to hang around until he recovered, and then kill her. For the moment, she was calm, since she was alive for now. There was still a part of her mind freaking the hell out, but it didn't show.
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Post by Markus Dunstan on Jun 13, 2008 1:40:14 GMT -5
Markus looks at her and tilts his head. He seems to think a long time on what she says before shaking his head on his own. He could heal naturally on his own, and due to his unnaturally living state it would cause him very little pain. The wounds only affected his physical performance now, but as soon as they healed up a little he'd be able to act as if not wounded at all as it healed by itself.
He eyed the woman, unsure how long she'd put up with his presence quietly. No matter, he had no reason to kill her. Yet.
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Post by Bambi Engel on Jun 13, 2008 1:54:03 GMT -5
"Oh..." Bambi stood for a few moments, unsure what to do next. Finally, she moved to her couch and sat. She thought of offering him a seat, but she didn't want him to get blood on her furniture. Besides, if he wanted one, he probably would've taken one.
Not like you could refuse a guy with two blades. She glanced at her phone, and knew he'd have her down before she could even form the word "help." It seemed like it was a matter of waiting and seeing if he'd kill her. What a pleasant situation.
"If you do kill me, please don't make it too bloody. I'd hate for blood to get all over my apartment-" She stopped, realizing she wouldn't really be alive to slave over getting the bloodstains out.
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Post by Markus Dunstan on Jun 13, 2008 2:03:10 GMT -5
Markus glanced at her, finding her request odd. What difference could the manner in which he killed her possibly matter? Granted, Markus' work was usually efficient and not very gory, but he had no way of telling her that. All he could do was nod.
Markus regarded her a long time. What a strange person. He wondered if she lived here alone, or if he would have to secure another person.
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Post by Bambi Engel on Jun 13, 2008 2:44:00 GMT -5
Perhaps it was because the situation seemed so unreal, Bambi couldn't grasp the magnitude of the situation, and thus she was granted a strange sort of calmness. She felt a swirl of emotions; terror, embarrassment, nervousness... She sees him nod out of the corner of her eye.
"Thanks." She replies simply. At least if she was killed, she'd have made her last request. She wondered if Peter was more dangerous than this man. Perhaps, but she didn't harbor a fear of Peter killing her. She had a reason to be glad of her lack of friends now, anyway. No one dying at her fault.
"I live alone." It might not be the best thing to inform him of, but if he was waiting for anyone to arrive... Actually, it would've given her more time to try to think of how to escape death. Too late now, either way.
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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jun 13, 2008 10:27:46 GMT -5
Tuesday watches as a tour guide joins them, and debates about weather or not she wants to stay for the tour, in the end she decides not to. Biding her new friends farewell, she leaves Genetech and goes back to the teleportation booth.
She doesn't have either of the codes that her and Malak were given by the blue suited member of their party, and she doesn't have the address of the place where some of her comrades were staying, but she did have another code to Helsinki, and she still had that hotel room. Sighing, she enters the booth and within moments, shes returned to Helsinki.
Tuesday bites her her bottom lip, thinking. A lot of violence and danger had followed her in the past couple weeks, the shooting in Allwhere, the drive by in Cuba, and then in Ireland she had nearly been apprehended and Malak was successfully captured. She wishes she had the money to invest in some sort of weapon, but she doesn't. She wonders how Malak is doing, and feels worried and a little guilty, even though it wasn't her fault. She hopes he'll be okay.
She walks in the direction of her hotel room, figuring that she'd think more about what to do next after getting some rest, or at least something to eat, as if on cue, her stomach growls. She decides to make a short detour into a cafe and orders herself something to eat.
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