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Post by ††Venice "Cephrien" Ashgrove†† on Apr 22, 2009 21:57:26 GMT -5
'Blimps are creative indeed. They're big, noticable, and wouldn't be too challenging for me to shoot down.' Ceph replies humorously to Violette. For a second, he thought about submitting his own idea.. but at the moment, he couldn't think of anything "Better" than blimps. When Violette had mentioned locating Freak Boy, Ceph made an assymetrical face. He had heard of him..
'Yes Ma'am. But are you sure you want me to go now? I am your "body guard" after all~'
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Li Violette
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The Speaker
"Communism is not love. Communism is a hammer which we use to crush the enemy" -Mao
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Post by Li Violette on Apr 22, 2009 21:58:08 GMT -5
"Ariel, I just ...think Blimps are awesome. The world needs more steampunk." I offer as my only reason why I would be for the blimps. "Blimps...are beautiful. Like giant....bloated sheep in the sky. Floating by peacefully in their pasture in the clouds. Watching all of us from above. Why...you and I could go on a blimp ride. Just us. Wouldn't that be lovely?" I ask Ariel and bat my eyelashes at him.
Just go now. You can take a teleportation booth. I'll say you are using the restroom.
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Post by Ariel Tal Shachar on Apr 22, 2009 22:02:10 GMT -5
"Li...you're acting bizarre." The Moderator says flatly. He decides to get more punch himself and let others submit designs to him. He needs some space. Li was acting strange and it made him feel uncomfortable. "What is steam punk?" The Moderator asks himself outloud as he pours the punch on the table by accident.
"Sorry...was distracted..." He explains to one of the servers.
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Post by ††Venice "Cephrien" Ashgrove†† on Apr 22, 2009 22:10:17 GMT -5
Ceph's blank expression slightly changes as one corner of his lip curls up to make an amused smirk. Without another word, he turns around, long coat flowing behind him, and starts walk out of the conference room. He quietly opens the door and disappears from sight as he closes it behind him.
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Heikki Toivonen
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Null Terrorist
the best bargains can be found when the streets flow red with blood.
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Apr 22, 2009 22:28:31 GMT -5
After a while, they park the van where they think other members of the Enlightened Brotherhood might find them. It is down an alley in a factory section of Helsinki. It is not far from the SOTA factory. They wait and the rain lets up a little. Heikki feels bad that they were mean to Ophelia. He sighs and waits with the others.
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Post by ~Ophelia Vespera~ on Apr 22, 2009 22:35:46 GMT -5
"I live in none other than the great capitol of Manalism: Rome" Ophelia sighed, "..To be honest, I wish I could take a break from the place.. But, I ought to get back tomorrow or the day after. I can't leave the shop alone for too long."
She turned in her chair to look at Freak Boy, a concerned look in her eyes, "Are you sure you don't want any payment, sir?.. I feel bad using your talents for nothing when you're only a stranger to me. I do have a bit of money now, it's not much, but it's better than nothing."
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Post by Max Alexander on Apr 22, 2009 23:21:58 GMT -5
((Sorry for the wait))
[dice=6]
Max was enjoying the party even though he didn't particularly like the teleportation booth. Not really his style of transport.
He walks over to the group chatting about the ideas. He then proceeds to hand his file over which explains in detail how he would use his existing satellites in orbit to perform any task that they may have and he would send crews to modify them to do so.
"Give it a good read." He said thoughtfully. "And let me know what you think. M TV and its employees would love to have you on our side, using our equipment." Max gave them all a faint smile before sipping a bit of cognac.[rand=941020738361531276575950140817818110337601784121581375163508389]
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Freak Boy
Friend
Anarcho Communist Hacker..etc...
"I'd rather die on my feet than live life on my knees." -- Pancho Villa
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Post by Freak Boy on Apr 23, 2009 1:11:16 GMT -5
"Oh please, it's no trouble at all," he insisted. "Besides, what kind of socialist would I be if I charged for favors."
His heartbeat elevated a little bit, but there were no visible signs. Only Freak Boy would know, as he felt the pumping of his heart become more pronounced and intense with each passing second.
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Niilo Ukkonen
New Comer
Head of the Enlightened Brotherhood
Can I get a dollar?
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Post by Niilo Ukkonen on Apr 23, 2009 5:21:25 GMT -5
Niilo heard Anya and turned back around to see her horrified. She might have had her back turned to him, but it was obvious by her stance that she was horrified nonetheless. He needed to make a decision, and need to make it fast.
My drugs, or someone I don’t even know?
On one hand, Niilo knew that he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he let an innocent who hadn’t done anything to him die or get hurt. He also knew that his system wouldn’t live if he didn’t get his drugs in time. Decisions, decisions.
Niilo turned back around and ran inside, then outside out the back door. Taking Anya’s hand, he said, “Come with me.” |
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Aubrey 16
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Creditor Android
Diamonds are a girls best friend.
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Post by Aubrey 16 on Apr 23, 2009 9:30:05 GMT -5
To Annette
Aubrey 16 stood outside Annette Rosenthal's office, waiting for her to finish the day's work. The android been following Annette around all day, today it was Aubrey's duty to protect the head of Global Bank. It was also her duty to lead her downstairs to the surprise party being held in Annette's honor later.
The Creditor throughly approved of this party idea. Feeling it could benefit Annette to loosen up and have others appreciate her a little. She always worked so hard!
Since Aubrey had to stay on Annette's tail, she'd had to dress in something deemed 'appropriate'. A pencil skirt and blazer, all of which was very suit-like, and closely resembled the ensambles of all the other Creditors. It made Aubrey feel a little sad, being one of the crowd. She liked to stand out.
She hoped someone got Annette something other than one of her drabby pantsuits for her birthday. Aubrey thought Annette could use some more color and variety in her life.
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Jack O. Trades
New Comer
Mafia Jack of All Trades
Come on! Gimme a smile!
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Post by Jack O. Trades on Apr 23, 2009 14:59:47 GMT -5
With a small smile he seemed mollified by the woman's words. That anger only returned once he saw the attempt to cart her off once more. As he watched the man run past he didn't make a move towards him, and even waved off the alarm of the six with him. In the clowns mind he began a count down his free arm raised slightly.
Three....
Two....
and....
As Anya was being pulled along he scooped her into his own arm. The man himself wouldn't get far. Holding Anya protectively to his chest, a lopsided grin on his face as he watched one of the men he had detailed inside use his rifle to shove the intruder back out. A quick exchange of glances between boss and goon and he knew his wishes were fulfilled as the rather large thug slammed the door shut standing before it.
Lowering his head he gave the girl a small peck on the cheek leaving a small red mark where his lips had touched with an amused giggle "You little imp I could never stay mad at you..." Righting himself he patted her cheek once. After the pat he moved away from the girl his personal guard moving into a loose circle about the girl though not a one intended on restraining her.
Sliding his right hand into a pocket he bounced the shot gun onto a shoulder looking from person to person with a pleasant smile. Motioning with his man on the door with the gun his hand seemed to fidget for something within the pocket nodding once as the door guard shifting his focus. Letting out a sigh he drew in a deep breath as he spoke allowed to ensure he was heard "Now....You're all going to explain what you're doing here. You're all going to explain what you're doing around my hench wench spooking her so vastly."
Waving the gun in his hand almost negligently he shrugged, his voice lowering to a pleasant conversational tone though he continued to pace "Now if you DON'T feel like explaining yourselves there are three things I can do...first, I can have these lovely gentlemen here open fire on all your respective asses. Two, same as one but instead cripple everyone and start removing organs until I get bored..." Blinking twice he seemed to forget what was happening mumbling softly to himself.
Jumping after a moment he looked around only nodding once seeming to grow angry all over again as he raised his hand up holding up three fingers for emphasis "Or three, I surgically implant grenades into the back of every one of your skulls and blow your god damned head offs one by one..." With another shrug and a flick of his wrist he smiled slightly bobbing his head from side to side as if he was listening to some kind of music, a grenade being tossed up and down in his free hand "Now....who wants to chat first?"
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Post by ~Ophelia Vespera~ on Apr 23, 2009 15:18:15 GMT -5
The bewildered expression that initially appeared on Ophelia's face probably scared the ba-jeezers out of Freak Boy. But of course it wasn't that Ophelia was apalled that he was a socialists, she just didn't expect him to state it so boldly to a stranger.
"Yes.. I suppose that's true." Ophelia smiled at him to calm his nerves. She stood up as she reached into her pocket and pulled out some cash. Not much, maybe enough to buy a meal at a diner or something, "So consider this for free. I'm not that good at being a socialist.. But I suppose I'm not really good at being an extreme capatalist either."
Ophelia switched her gaze between Hilja and Freak Boy sympathetically. She could still sense both felt uneasy.
"Don't worry, I have no intention of tattle-taling. I've held some secrets as well.. I'm just not so willing to share them like I used to."
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Anya Louteius
Friend
Singer/Musician
I'm Laughing On The Outside =D
Posts: 65
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Post by Anya Louteius on Apr 23, 2009 16:09:18 GMT -5
Anya blushed when jack held her protectively to his chest. She wanted to smile, because she knew everything would be alright. He kissed her cheek and she melted. She smiled and when he walked away she looked sad again. She sighed softly and bit her nail as she watched everything from in the loose cirlce. She didn't want to leave, but she didn't want to stay and watch. So she walked into the house and saw Bud and Lou. "Bud! Lou!" She ran over to them and started giving them attention, ignoring the fact that they had torn her couch to pieces.
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Post by High Priestess Succinite on Apr 23, 2009 16:23:43 GMT -5
Succi hung up the phone after he told her he was on his way there and she went to go get their son. He smiled up at Succi and she took his hand and led him to to the door where she heard a knock. She opened the door and glowered at Tristan. "About time you decided to show up. Have you nay idea what it wil be like for our child to grow up and not have a father? A father who is lazy and careless and doesn't even care about his own child!" She was so angry at him, that she kinda forgot that their child was there hearing all of this. She looked at him and smiled. "Baby, go play. Mommy and daddy need to talk." She smiled as he walked away and then glared at Tristan again. "Come in, don't forget to close the door behind you." She was mummbling under her breath about irresponsible he was. She thought to herself how she wanted things to get better.
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Tristan Tuzanic
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Manalist Soldier
I'm not a bad man, I'm just overwhelmed. It's cause of these things...
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Post by Tristan Tuzanic on Apr 23, 2009 16:53:33 GMT -5
"It's no worse for a kid having me...than it is to have a mom that's a total bitch." Tristan replies to Succinite. He crosses his arms and frowns. He's tired of this. He just wants a divorce to end all of this conflict. He can't take it any more. but...Scrag probably wouldn't grant them a divorce.
"Come on love, why don't you get a sitter for the kid, and we'll go to that birthday party for Annette Rosenthal. Maybe you just need to get out. It will help you loosen up."
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