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Post by Hilja Kukkanen/Sasha Pisarev on Jun 10, 2008 0:58:56 GMT -5
post here when chapter 10 has 20 pages.
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Post by "Danny" Damascus on Jul 13, 2008 0:50:07 GMT -5
Honesty was something that Danny considered among his greatest strengths. He couldn't take another second of not knowing.
Danny felt like he was trying to bore into her skull with his eyes and there was no mirth left in to soften his voice now. "Manalism must come up alot, then." This was said in obvious regard to her remark about unpleasent topics. Not subtle but if she was an ignorant loyalist then she might not notice the dig against Manalism. And if she were a clever loyalist, he might be significantly boned.
"I can't think of a more unpleasent topic, personally." He added with an off-the-cuff tone.
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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jul 13, 2008 1:02:40 GMT -5
Tuesday did catch his comment about Manalism, she chuckled lightly, before considering her next statement. "Manalism is all around us, so its bound to come up often." She paused, before adding in an undertone. "No matter how unfortunate that may be."
She didn't think that she'd said too much or anything, she was actually rather comfortable with her phrasing. And after his slight blasphemy toward Manalism she didn't feel the need to walk on eggshells, so to speak, around Danny, however, she was a little concerned as to how Bambi would react.
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Post by "Danny" Damascus on Jul 13, 2008 1:17:46 GMT -5
The smile that spread of Danny's face would be enough to light a large city with as he leaned back in his seat, one arm thrown casually over the back and one leg over the knee of the other. He looked to Bambi and then back to Tuesday, shrugging to indicate to his newest friend that he didn't knwo either what Bambi thought about Manalism; he had a good idea that even if she did believe, she wouldn't do anything about their slights. But the worst of it seemed to be over amd they could move back to more pleasent a topic. Travel seemed like an appropriate place to start the conversation again.
"Speaking of travelling, have you ever been down to Afghanistan, Tuesday? I find it harder to leave every time business calls me away, personally." He angled his head slightly, a far away look in his eyes. He had walked along the great deserted expanse and had felt so at peace, alone, the world ever out ahead of him. And the pain; always there was the pain to hound his happiest moments in life.
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Post by Markus Dunstan on Jul 13, 2008 1:27:52 GMT -5
Markus remained in a holding pen within genetech as he awaited his release. The scientists had managed to repair all the damage to his limbs and torso, and now the Invisible Hand agent stood in the middle of the room, staring fixedly at the door. Every one in a while he turned his gas mask shrouded face to a camera that observed him, but otherwise he waited patiently.
Markus had lost most concept of time at his age and in his state, so he had little ability to feel impatience. He got few visitors in this time, none, in fact. A few scientists did take time to study him. In many ways he was a unique creation and imagine he had an extensive file at the institute. He was an experiment in the beginning, after all. An ordinary human soldier that they had vastly improved.
Some might have said at a cost, but at this point Markus barely knew the difference. He looked once more at the camera, then back to the door.
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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jul 13, 2008 1:30:39 GMT -5
Tuesday shook her head, glad to have a change of subject. "No, I can't say that I have." She admitted. "Whats it like?"
She finished putting the Genetech pile in numerical order, and flexed her fingers before picking up the Global Bank stack. Really, she would get done much faster, if it weren't for the conversation, but she didn't mind it, in fact she was enjoying the distraction.
She ran a hand through her hair, and wondered if Eva or Markus were here. Tuesday would be pleased if she happened to run across the former, but she would be quite the opposite to happen across Markus.
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Post by "Danny" Damascus on Jul 13, 2008 1:42:37 GMT -5
He heard Tuesday's question in a vague sense, not acknowledging that he heard except that he kept talking.
"There's some really impressive architecture where I spend most of my time. But its only really beautiful when I get out in the middle of that big open area, surrounded by nothing but the sand on the earth and the clouds in the sky. Its like a magnificent painting, impossible to capture in a single moment because every breath is different; every heartbeat there's a new scene to take in. I've spent days and nights, whole mortal lifespans without breathing a sound because I didn't want to see the next piece; I just wanted to stay in that moment forever." His head lolled down so that now he was in profile to Tuesday, looking blankly at one of the walls. His eyes were misty as his mind was lost in memories. "Its the more poetic, I think, because no one else sees anything but death in the heart of the desert. But for me, I can think of no scene that makes me feel more alive."
He blinked a few times and cleared his throat, shifting positions as he moved the topic off of himself; he felt he was being a bit rude, realizing he'd been rambling on about himself. "Where's your favorite place to travel to, Tuesday?"
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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jul 13, 2008 1:51:01 GMT -5
Tuesday was, to say the least, impressed. "That sounds magnificent, really breath taking." She said, and had a sudden impulse to visit Afghanistan.
"I don't have a certain place that I like to travel to the most." She thinks for a moment, shrugging and shaking her head a bit. "I like seeing new things, meeting new people, and having new and interesting experiences. I don't really like being in one place for to long."
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Post by Bambi Engel on Jul 13, 2008 2:12:44 GMT -5
Bambi idly listened to their conversation as she sorted, unsure of what to say. She really had no idea what to say to add to their topics... This was probably why she lacked a social life so much...
She bit her bottom lip as she kept her head tilted down, keeping her mind from those thoughts by focusing on the numbers. Soon enough, she was done. With a glance up, she saw that Tuesday was also done.
Setting the Global Bank pile aside, she pulled the Genetech pile to her, which was the only pile that held stickie notes. She tried to lean across the table carefully, before she realized she was unconsciously doing it so as not to be noticed.
Feeling ridiculous, she took the stickie notes Tuesday had piled and begun to stick them back onto the Genetech papers. It shouldn't take too much longer, she had added the page number to the stickie notes just in case an event like this happened. Of course, she hadn't thought she'd be the one to wreck the organization.
She listened to both their statements. She had been multiple places herself by now, but she had never sight seen except for Florida and Ireland. Even then, she had only taken so long to herself. As her thoughts swayed more, she caught onto a certain phrase Danny had uttered.
Mortal lifespans? She finally looked up, gazing at Danny curiously. Was he some sort of Genetech creation too? Or perhaps not human at all. She remembers the angel she had briefly seen months ago.
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Post by Markus Dunstan on Jul 13, 2008 2:16:27 GMT -5
Markus had a new phone and two shining new blades delivered to him. He picked up the new instruments and spun them in his hand.
He barely watched the blades as the whirled flawlessly through the air. He could tell just by looking that they were razor sharp.
Taking the phone he sent a message to Lena informing her of his recovery as she requested of him, but then waited in the genetech holding cell, even though he was free to leave. He didn't know where to go unless instructed.
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Post by "Danny" Damascus on Jul 13, 2008 2:21:16 GMT -5
"There's far too much in the world to see in one human lifetime," Danny nodded sage-like. "But it never hurt anyone to try anyway."
He laughed. It was nice to have a friendly conversation again, and so soon after his last one with Bambi. He was in the company of new and interesting people and he wasn't being a bother. His mood soared, kicking the pain into awareness. It was only a bit of stiffness in his neck so he rubbed at the spot casually, working his shoulders occasionally to see if that might help.
He hoped he wasn't blocking Bambi out of the coversation but he also didn't want to poke at her when she was working. She had said she didn't mind the converastion, though. Quite a pickle, this was.
He caught her gaze and grinned warmly. "I bet you go on safari every weekend, Bambi! You've probably got a jungle hideaway somewhere or an island paradise hidden away so that you get plenty of alone time, eh?" He cocked an eyebrow and smirked suggestively, trying hard not to fall over from silent laughter bubbling up.
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Post by Bambi Engel on Jul 13, 2008 3:00:23 GMT -5
Bambi blinked before bursting out laughing. "Hardly, unless you count apartments as jungle hideaways. But, I suppose I get plenty of alone time anyway..." Her smile fell slightly, and she turned her head back down to cover it.
She continued placing the stickie notes on the correct pages, the pile beginning to lessen ever slightly. He was making amusing jokes just like before, but now her thoughts seemed unable to stray from the unpleasant ones. She felt bad, he seemed to depend on making people laugh.
She glanced back up, attempting to smile warmly once more. "It sounds like you've seen your fair share of jungle hideaways and island paradises, though."
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Post by "Danny" Damascus on Jul 13, 2008 3:34:28 GMT -5
When Bambi tried to cover her faultering smile, Danny got a bad feeling at the back of his head. Had he reached too far with the last one? He'd thought Bambi would catch on to the jests by now but maybe he had overestimated how far she was willing to let the jokes go.
And when she turned the conversation back on to him, he sighed mentally. There were few things he could talk about from the modern day that came anywhere near happiness but he thought quickly, searching for some happy memory.
"I went sailing around the world, once. There was so much to see and do; my favorite memory will always be of the sun rising and coloring the sky each morning. And there were more island adventures and damsels in distress than you could shake a stick at." He tried to relax more by leaning back in his chair but his neck hurt any which way he turned it, causing him to shift and rub for some time before he came close to something more comfortable. "And there were shot outs and sword fighting with blood-thirsty pirates. And, let me tell you, not all of the natives on those islands take kindly to strangers."
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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jul 13, 2008 13:52:55 GMT -5
Tuesday grinned as she watched the two of them converse. She leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes for a moment and relaxing slightly. Crossing one leg over the other, she tapped her toes against the inside of her shoe a little,
"Sailing around the world? That must've been amazing."
"I went sailing for the first time not to long ago." She mentioned, then paused. "There were no damsels in distress, but the boat was haunted by the pirate ghost of black beard." She'd had a good time that day.
She looked at Bambi. "Have you ever been sailing?"
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Post by "Danny" Damascus on Jul 13, 2008 23:48:50 GMT -5
"Oh yeah, I could have ben seriouly injured a number of times. We had some men who didn't mke it, unfortunately, so I guess I'm just lucky." He said as he leaned back and closed his eyes, trying to slow dow his breathing, trying to relax a bit while the stiffness in his neck became worse through very slight increments, sneaking up on his sences. He tried rolling his head limpy, his chin touching his sternum and then lolling to either side, giving it a good stretch.
He let out a short breath when it didn't work.
"Pirate ghosts - that sounds really dangerous, Tuesday; I'm glad to see you got away unscathed." He commented in responce to her report on her own high seas adventure. And he remained politely quiet when Tuesday didn't throw any questions his way. There was no way to make the pain go away, he just had to wait it out. He kept trying to find a relaxing position but in a way that didn't make it seem like he was edgy; it was a fun conversation and he liked learning more about Bambi and Tuesday. But Bambi was one of those girls who didn't open up easy, which Danny thought was a pity. Must be some kind of paranoia complex. Or she might be a Manalist operative keping track of his every word, waiting for the right time to strike. She wouldn't be the first; there was nothing to do but be himself and hope for the best.
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