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Post by Jack Kruschev on Jul 3, 2008 10:48:33 GMT -5
"I have a few questions though. Although I am a genetisist and whatnot, I hate numbers more than most things. I would like to know things in more detail, such as, how long, at the current rate, it will take to pay off all these loans. I will most likely be taking out some loans for get some red leaf for an experament I'll be working on in a short while. Do you believe the Global Bank will approve of these expenses? I've talked with the Manalists and they approve of me buying it, so long it is in small amounts," I explain and ask to Bambi.
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Post by Dr. Lonnrot Kukkanen on Jul 3, 2008 11:48:52 GMT -5
"The red leaf is impossible to get a hold of. Only the highest Manalists and scientists at Genetech were about to even lay eyes on the drug," I think to myself. According to my doctor, my disease will degrade my body until I fall into a comma, where I will die, unless get treatment.
"Time to get an old friend involved," I say as I pick up my phone and call Dr. West.
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Post by Jack Kruschev on Jul 3, 2008 11:50:40 GMT -5
"Please hold that thought," Anthony says as he leads Bambi into his office and gets her a chair. Anthony walks over to his desk and picks up his phone. "Yo."
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Post by Dr. Lonnrot Kukkanen on Jul 3, 2008 11:58:54 GMT -5
"Hello Dr. West, it's Dr. Kukkannen. I need your help, agian. I have recently come down with a disease that has no name in the current era. It is a descendent from the diseases the flu and M.S. According to my doctors, it will attack my brain and muscles until they both are rendered obsolete. Agian, according to my doctors, it will require a medicine derived from the drug "Red Leaf" in order to cure effectively. Do you know of this disease? If so, can you help me?" I ask, rushing through most of the words.
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Post by Jack Kruschev on Jul 3, 2008 12:14:15 GMT -5
"I have, my friend," Anthony responds quickley. "Please wait a moment."
Anthony rushes to his collossal bookshelves and began to pull books, papers, folders, binder, reports and such off and set them on his desk. "What you have is known as the 'Degration Disease'. It was invented by a Genetech scientist, roughly, fifty years ago. It was created to destroy offosing armies. Sadly, if failed miserably," Anthony explained as he sparknoted some of his papers. "Please come into Genetech ASAP and avoid contact with massive crowds as much as possible. Degration Disease isn't very contagious, but it can be sexually transmitted very easily."
I explain more about the disease, including steps that can be taken to slow the process before hanging up the phone. "I'm sorry for the interuption Bambi. My friend is in enormous trouble and I am very stressed. How about we leave this place and discuss this on a walk," I add as I organize my papers a bit.
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Post by Linnea Korpela on Jul 3, 2008 15:44:12 GMT -5
Linnea dropped her head and stared down into her cup as she listened.
"Yes I guess we are," she said slowly in a very soft voice. She felt very uncomfortable sitting in the same room with this man, he was much different then he was when he introduced himself. She couldn't wait to get this over with, and then two people who she disliked would be out of her life.
"This had better work. And I hope you know what your doing. You seem to know who he is and so you should also know how hard it is to harm him," she lifted her face to look in Niel's direction. "If this fails and he finds out I had something to do with this he will do unspeakable things to me, not only in this life but in the after as well."
She wasn't as afraid of Neil as she was of Keito, the most this man could do was kill Linnea, Keito could make her suffer for eternity.
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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jul 3, 2008 19:04:33 GMT -5
Tuesday bites her bottom lip, suddenly she feels a lot more anxious. "Alright, I'm on my way right now." She says, and snaps her phone shut without awaiting a reply.
Getting off the bench, she shoves the papers into her purse, and heads off in the direction of the warehouse. She hopes that the man in the gas mask is following her, otherwise all their efforts are going to go to waste.
Finally, she turns down the road that the warehouse is down. She stops in front of it, and looks around, as if being secretive, before entering, she doesn't see Maeve or Alexei, and assumes that they're hiding, other than Tuesday, some boxes and crates the warehouse is completely empty, the inside of the warehouse also has cobwebs strung across deserted corners, and its rather dusty, which makes her sneeze.
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Post by Markus Dunstan on Jul 3, 2008 19:13:19 GMT -5
Markus crept along, following Tuesday. He vaulted from building and slinked among the shadows until they arrived at the warehouse. Once he saw it he knew this must be the place he'd been searching for. He took out his phone and had it take a picture of the place, then sent a text message to Lena, Ariel, and Li Violette that he'd found the printing head quarters, along with the address of the of the building and the picture.
The Invisible Hand Agent was fine his long time assignment seemed at an end. That left only the task of eliminating the witness he'd been following. He'd wait until she left then execute her.
For now, he waited for her to emerge.
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Taylor Jones
New Comer
Crest Mining Secretary
"I don't know who invented high heels, but women owe him a lot."
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Post by Taylor Jones on Jul 3, 2008 19:40:57 GMT -5
Taylor nods. "Yeah, I have an apartment not to far from here." She replies, inclining her head in the direction of her building for a moment. "How about yourself?"
She looks to Akira. "Oh really? I had thought you were a Creditor, but I was under the impression that Creditor's only approached people when they were punishing them for being in debt." She admits, feeling a bit ignorant.
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Kizu Sensou & Hex
Friend
Genetech Genetic Engineer
All memories are just traces of tears.
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Post by Kizu Sensou & Hex on Jul 3, 2008 22:19:49 GMT -5
Kizu couldn't help but laugh at this situation. This Akira fellow seems to want to spread himself as thin as possible between the ladies for some odd reason. She was glad she had Hex to keep herself out of trouble. But the other two women had no one and Kizu was worried for them. And Taylor had said she had an appartment close by. Kizu positioned herself so Hex would move behind her and between the other ladies. THat made her feel better.
She smiled at Hilja her smell was familiar. "I don't think we have met but there is something about you as well."
"Taylor, Perhaps they also ask questions like sales people? Is that it, Akira?"
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Post by Bambi Engel on Jul 3, 2008 22:55:24 GMT -5
"Perfectly understandable, I've met many who don't like numbers too much and I can understand. Mathematics can be quite confusing if you don't know what you're doing." Bambi stated, but as she finished his phone seemed to go off. She nodded as he excused himself while taking the seat he offered her.
She tried not to appear rude by eavesdropping even though her curiosity seemed to have a hold of her body. Tilting her head down, she opened her folder, attempting to mentally process the question he had asked of her.
When he finally addressed her she jumped slightly before standing. That happened sometimes, getting lost in the numbers when she was attempting to process something mentally. "Ah, yes, right, of couse..." She mummers, a bit embarrassed.
"That sounds fine. I'm sorry about your friend, I hope- Uhm" She stops, remembering the ideals of Manalism. Sincerity really wasn't one of them. "I hope he's a strong soul." She finishes lamely.
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Post by Jack Kruschev on Jul 4, 2008 9:59:21 GMT -5
Anthony didn't mind that Bambi had eavsdropped on his conversation. Anthony had been known to eavsdrop on other's conversations, so this was only karma.
"He'll be fine," Anthony said with a grin. "He's come down with a slow disease, we should cure him well within time."
Anthony gathered up a small briefcase holding valuable documents of Genetech's loans and such. Giving Bambi a slow but surely push on the back, Anthony used his hand to lead Bambi to the door.
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Post by Dr. Lonnrot Kukkanen on Jul 4, 2008 14:59:42 GMT -5
"I'm ill," I say to myself. I've finally accepted the truth, I am totally ill.
I lay down in my bed and doze off.
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on Jul 4, 2008 15:01:33 GMT -5
Alexei sat in the car when he finally saw the guy they're looking for perched on the edge of a building, apparently waiting. He didn't tell Maeve, but he tapped her on the shoulder and put a finger to his lips, telling her to be silent. He popped the trunk and carefully slipped out of the car, hoping their quarry wouldn't notice. He ducked down on the side of the car opposite their gask masked friend and carefully went around to the trunk.
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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jul 4, 2008 15:20:22 GMT -5
Tuesday looks around, not seeing gas mask man, or Maeve and Alexei. She taps her foot impatiently, and reaches into her purse, fingering the pistol. Keeping her hand on the gun, she decides to look around for Maeve and Alexei in the warehouse, she moves a few boxes with her feet, and scowls as she comes across mass amounts of spiders.
She finds no sign of either of her friends, and that worries her a bit. She decides to wait for them a bit longer, she sits on a crate, and pulls out the pistol in her purse, running two fingers along the cold, smooth exterior. Sighing, she stands back up, deciding to give the whole scheme up as a bad job.
Tuesday sees a back door, and exits that way, walking around the side of the building back toward the front. She sees a car, Maeve is sitting in the front seat, and Alexei is ducking behind the trunk, she looks toward where Alexei is looking and sees the man in the gas mask, sitting on the edge of a building. Unsure of what else to do, Tuesday stays behind the wall where she thinks concealed.
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