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Post by Linnea Korpela on Jun 27, 2008 18:29:52 GMT -5
Linnea thought for a moment,"I'm not sure where he might hang out. I don't usually listen to what he says so I don't know where he might go. He's around the office a lot and he goes places with clients and business partners but like I said I'm not sure where."
As she sat there she continued to think about this.
"Although one night he tried to dress me up like a tramp and get me to go to a club. That might be a place where he goes a lot."
Linnea shrugged and looked back at Neil. "Sorry."
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Post by Kaschei Bessmertny on Jun 27, 2008 18:35:10 GMT -5
"Drug money?" Kaschei asks. There are things in this story that don't add up. The Creditors have never bothered anyone in the mafia about money, and certainly not about drug money. Kaschei gets the impression that Alexei is lying. Maybe Alexei is in trouble over some debts.
"Do you have any financial problems, Alexei?" Kaschei asks calmly. "You see, it's just hard to believe this little story of yours. The Creditors have never bothered us before and drug money just isn't their concern. We aren't in any debt to them. I get the impression that maybe there is something you aren't saying."
Kaschei remains calm and thoughtful on the matter, and much less angry than he could be. Generally Alexei is pretty reliable and not much of a problem. Never the less, he is still cautious in trusting this strange story.
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on Jun 27, 2008 18:55:27 GMT -5
Alexei starts to panic a bit.
"No! Listen to me! This wasn't like a regular creditor! This one was different! Like, it was crazy or something! It kept laughing and just...weird things like that."
He takes a deep breathe.
"It wasn't there for me, Kaschei, you have to believe me! It was there at the checkpoint when I showed up! Before I did! Besides, if it was after me, why did it kill everyone else, and end up with me being the only one who escaped?"
Alexei had known Kaschei since he was a boy, but he had a feeling he'd be eliminated if Kaschei thought he'd bring creditors sniffing around.
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Post by Kaschei Bessmertny on Jun 28, 2008 0:52:22 GMT -5
Kaschei doesn't particularly care about this incident. He listens and tries to think of anything worthwhile about the situation.
"It is possible the machine was not working properly. In that case, we shouldn't have to worry about another incident, unless it is with that same android. It is strange that the Manala gun didn't damage it at all. Usually the androids are at least slightly damaged by it, even when they have a shield. If you are so concerned, maybe you will have to find yourself a stronger weapon." Kaschei suggests. He finds a vague sense of amusement in Alexei's fear concerning the machine. It makes him feel slightly happy and curious.
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on Jun 28, 2008 2:43:33 GMT -5
Kaschei's apparent apathy made Alexei feel somewhat more at ease. If he wasn't angry, Alexei had a chance to turn this around.
"Well, I was hoping maybe you knew something about creditors, boss. I mean, what do I tell the guys if that psycho goes tearing through our other checkpoints in Helsinki, or any other city?"
Alexei found the android problem particularly frustrating. It was a variable he couldn't control or manipulate, and in his constant struggle to wrestle Kaschei's favor away from opponents like Cillian and other members of the Mafia, it became very important to be in control.
"Just in case I'm going to move some extra weapons down here. A few converted manala assault rifles, maybe something less conventional. I'll see what some of these fucking Helsinki low-lifes can get their hands on."
Again, Alexei was lying...mostly. He was going to use it as an excuse to move weapons to assist with the gas masked man problem, but the thought of moving something to thugs and arm them against killer androids did not escape him.
"After I finish getting everyone regrouped in Helsinki, should I head to Havana, or go back to Moscow?"
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Post by Maeve Cullen on Jun 28, 2008 9:38:13 GMT -5
Maeve gives Alexei a sly smirk before he receives the call, as if saying, "You've got your secrets and I've got mine." She figured they'd be smart enough to figure out why she was so confident though once this whole thing got rolling. She didn't particularly mind, either. Only thing that scared her was if Genetech suddenly decided to take her apart to study her.
She already knew that part about the old guns, but the way he put "Manala shots" gave her an idea. "Maybe we could inject him with something to paralyze him or make him pass out or something? 'Course, I doubt we could get our hands on something like that." She grins at Tuesday. "But I also agree with Alexei. If threes shots won't down it, then we give it six." That wasn't exactly what he had said, but she didn't care.
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Post by Kaschei Bessmertny on Jun 29, 2008 2:42:12 GMT -5
"The Creditors aren't typically a concern of mine. There should be ample weapons available in Helsinki thanks to Sota. I am sure you can handle things on your own." Kaschei replies. He thinks of what he prefers to have Alexei do. "Return to Russia and check on things there. I will stay in Havana." Kaschei says calmly. With nothing more to say, he simply hangs up. It was a waste of his time, but he will be mindful of the Creditors to see if they pose any problems in the future. For now, he isn't very concerned.
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on Jun 29, 2008 16:13:47 GMT -5
Alexei is relieved and even somewhat encouraged as Kaschei hangs up. He could get a hold of plenty of weapons in Helsinki and then head back to Moscow and get back to moving opium from afghanistan and gradually work his way up in the organization.
He lets himself back in the room with Tuesday and Maeve, pocketing his phone.
"Sorry about that."
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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jun 29, 2008 21:00:44 GMT -5
Tuesday hears a phone ringing, and then watches Alexei excuse himself to speak more privately. She really liked his blazer, it was pretty sharp. She turned her attention back to Maeve.
She shook her head when she suggested they inject his with something. "Unless you can load something to inject him with into the manala gun, I doubt that much else would pierce the suit he wore." She didn't really know how manala guns worked, but assumed that Alexei and Maeve did, perhaps there was a way to inject him with something using the gun.
She chuckles offhandedly a little when she quotes Alexei. "That seems like a potentially problematic plan for me, but what the hell, go for it."
She waves her hand at Alexei when he returns, dismissing his apology. "When would be a good time to actually set this plan into motion?"
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Post by Jack Kruschev on Jun 30, 2008 13:37:21 GMT -5
Anthony stepped into his office and sneered at it's filth. He had been gone on sick leave for quite a while now and things had broken and fallen apart. He was getting sick of his lab in Dublin and was thinking it might be time to move onto another lab, a cleaner one.
Anthony wandered into his office, avoiding anything and everything that might dirty his clothing at all costs. Sitting in his chair, Anthony strarted up his computer.
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Post by Dr. Lonnrot Kukkanen on Jun 30, 2008 13:55:24 GMT -5
I sit in the small diner and munch of the deliscious food set out for me by the staff. One of my shows had been aired recently and people now knew me by appearence and voice, so getting what I want is now fairly simple. I may cut in line, talk with my mouth full, and, my personal favorite, not have to say "excuse me" when I burp or toot. Life is good, times are good.
I smile at a cute waitress now that I'm single and continue to dig into my meal. Snapping my finger, I summon one of my guards and hand him a few dollars I ask be delivered to the head chef.
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Post by wyvernlord on Jun 30, 2008 13:58:51 GMT -5
Tyler sits atop the rotting Cathedral and inspect the ground below him. Puddles of green slime and demormed creatures now wander the ruins of this broken city Tyler spent years woking in. New York had changed a lot since a few hundred years ago. Tyler remembered the city as a hustling-bustling metropolis where the rich reigned over the poor and dogs ate each other to survive another day.
The dogs were still eating each other, but the people were almost gone.
Tyler tuned invisible and teleported down to the streets and began to walk.
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Post by Bambi Engel on Jun 30, 2008 15:39:54 GMT -5
Bambi watched the man run off, and jump out the window once more. For a good while, she continued sitting, not bothering to move. She had been ready for death, seen it as something that was going to happen to her sooner or later.
But she had really done nothing in her life. She had hidden behind the mass, following whichever way was pointed for her.
With a sigh, she got up and returned to the bathroom, beginning to draw herself a hot bath. While the tub filled, she went to grab her baseball bat from under her bed, bringing it back into the bathroom with her. After making sure the door was properly locked, she finally slid in, covering her eyes with a washcloth.
She thought as the heat relaxed her, smoothed out her tense muscles. What could she possibly do? Everything was so overwhelming. She thought the Manalist structure was good in some ways, but it had some very huge flaws.
So many people were poor, so many dying. Hell, there wasn't even proper meat around except for the very rich...
With a frustrated sigh, she flung the rag off and climbed out. She spent the night checking over her house every five minutes before falling asleep. She returned to work, requested accountant work for a few days, and did so.
For a while, everything seemed as if it were back to normal. But for the first time in Bambi's life, she acknowledged that she wasn't really fine with it.
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Post by kaleb on Jun 30, 2008 16:50:21 GMT -5
((I've no idea what happend back at Genetech, but I'll presume things got handled))
Kaleb made his way from the Genetech building in Dublin, finally off his shift and free to pursue his other job as head of The Wrath. Checking his messages, Kaleb discovered that he had a message from one of the other members and decided to reply. Using his helmet's built in communication system, he paged Neil back. "Where are you?" was the short, simple message Kaleb sent as he passed a T.V store in time to see an important news cast from MTV.
A Manalist temple had been blown up as the result of a terrorist attack. Who would be crazy enough to do such a thing he wondered outraged by this as he stormed off down the street. Someone's head would be rolling for this atrocity. "Neil, after you are done with whatever it is you're doing, I want you to check out Finnland for me. Someone blew up a Manalist temple and I want to find whoever did it." Kaleb sent another message to Neil, knowing that Neil had a special gift in detecting supernatural beings. If one had been involved, or if there was anything of an inhuman nature there that the terrorists wanted, then he would be the one to find it.
((Good way to hunt down Gabe xD))
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on Jun 30, 2008 16:56:29 GMT -5
Alexei straightens his collar and runs a hand down either side of his blazer. Ah, well. It had been exciting while it lasted.
"Soon," He says,"because I've been called back to Moscow. I can stay long enough to move weapons and help, but then I have to go."
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