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Post by Hilja Kukkanen/Sasha Pisarev on Jun 3, 2009 4:32:07 GMT -5
I am shown to a room where I can sleep and look around after closing the door. The room is neat, but plainly decorated. I sit on the bed and gaze out the window at the night. I feel good that the socialists defeated the nihilists at Rock Band. Though..I feel homesick. I really want to go back to Helsinki. I don't feel happy or comfortable here. It's just odd. I will be glad to move on soon. Tomorrow we will seriously discuss our next move. We still need to stop the Eyes of God, so I guess that is the first thing to worry about...before worrying about our comrades. I lay down and look up at the ceiling. I wish I was home. I think one of the worst things in the world is waking up in the middle of the night and not knowing where you are...then remembering you are not in your own room. But, hopefully it won't be like that tonight. I fall asleep and hope tomorrow will be a good day.
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Post by Calithin Crest on Jun 3, 2009 10:51:57 GMT -5
I had hardly started enjoying my snow cone before syrup and ice began flying at me.
"Uh..."
I frown for a moment, but, I guess I don't mind too much. I feel bad for Bambi, who seems genuinely upset. But personally it isn't a huge deal. It seams to me I always leave carnivals a lot more sticky than I enter them. This isn't really anything new.
"Well, I guess... When in Rome..."
I grab some snow cones from the snow cone stand and throw them back at the Jester, laughing as I do so.
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Post by Archer Aylmer on Jun 3, 2009 10:58:57 GMT -5
((To Freida))
The next morning, after an eventful but disappointing night spent playing video games, I decide to try and go about the task Bonifaz gave me to complete.
As soon as I wake up I shower and borrow some of Bonifaz's clothes, to try and make myself look more presentable than I usually do. Then I go into the kitchen and fix some pancakes. Now, I hate pancakes. But it's been my experience that other people tend to like them very much.
I fix a tray with pancakes, toast, orange juice, and coffee then take it upstairs to Freida's room. With some trouble I balance the tray in my hand while knocking on her door.
"Hello, Freida? Good morning. This is... Archer Aylmer. I, uh... Made you breakfast. To uh... Thank you. For being so accommodating to all these strangers in your house. And, um... To sort of pay you back for that stir fry from yesterday."
I wait patiently for her to come to the door and feel pretty proud of myself. This is a good plan.
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Post by Peter "Levitas" Barak on Jun 3, 2009 11:14:08 GMT -5
Peter's eyes snapped open and he inhaled sharply, the sudden intake of air burning his dry throat. He blinked but saw nothing except darkness. After a moment he realized that he was on the floor, which felt like cold cement, and that he couldn't remember where he was.
Rolling over hurt for some reason, as did pushing to his hands and knees. His hands felt thin. How long had it been? It couldn't have been long; he wasn't having withdrawla symptoms. Feet where weak too. Whole body was kind of shivering.
A few moments of stumbling around rewarded Peter with a wall, which also felt like cement, and a few more revealed a light switch. As his eyes watered and forced themselves to close Peter reflected on the joy that he was not blind, but that the lights had merely been off. When shapes started to become visible in the harsh buzzing light again Peter felt foolish. He was in his own home, just recently finished. This was his personal work out room, hince the bare cement and exercise equipment. With the lights on finding the door was simple. Climbing the stairs was not. He could see his own hands now and they looked nearly skeletal. Obviously something had happened to him.
It wasn't until he reached the house proper and checked the date that he found out what: he'd apparently been out cold for several weeks.
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Post by Bambi Engel on Jun 3, 2009 13:38:19 GMT -5
Bambi supposes she shouldn't be too surprised Dinari and Calithin weren't upset, buying new things probably wasn't much of a big deal to them. She's a little more surprised when Calithin actually throws one at Jester... and wonders why she hadn't thought to. Her suit was already stained, as were her glasses. If she was going to have to buy new ones anyway...
She grabs a green one and throws it at Jester, her anger dissolving into strange satisfaction as she does so. As lady luck always seemed to love her so dearly, though, the cone instead hits Dinari due to her bad aiming. She opened her mouth to apologize furiously when another odd feeling hit her. Furrowing her brow, she tried to place it, but failed at doing so.
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Post by Peter "Levitas" Barak on Jun 3, 2009 16:16:07 GMT -5
"I suppose the most basic explaination is that your battery died."
Peter, wired to a monitoring device which was showing information he didn't understand, rubbed the spot where they'd drawn his blood. The mere fact that was could be connected to the machine without breaking it concerned him. "I don't have a 'battery', I just... make lightning."
"Not right now you don't. Looks like something went wrong. It's possible your body is changing, counter acting your altered genetics. It's not unrealistic that the gene-theroy is basically wearing off and your natural DNA structure is returning to dominance."
"Like I'm losing my powers?"
"Possibly. That's why you didn't seize and die without access to your drugs: you didn't need them. Do you have any interaction with something that might have effected you before you went into your coma?"
"No, I was just finishing a mission. Got shot during a fight, had to get stitched up. Was in medical 'til my house was done. I went for a work out and... then I woke up."
"You may need rest. If you where damaged and then treated it may have altered you and caused the coma. Give it some time and hope your abilities come back. Or you'll owe Allmart alot of money for losing them."
"Great..."
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Post by Max Alexander on Jun 3, 2009 22:58:32 GMT -5
"Allmart can do just about anything they would like." Max chuckled walking towards the sno cone seller. He ordered up a blue raspberry sno cone and flipped the seller a tip as soon as he got the icy treat.
"Really, just use it. Who is going to notice?" Max said taking a bite of the cone. "My lord. This is the first snow cone i have had in a long time, and it is truelly epic!"
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Post by Peter "Levitas" Barak on Jun 4, 2009 1:30:18 GMT -5
After the medical tech had left, Peter stayed sitting where he was. He'd only had his powers for a few years but once got them his whole life had changed completely. If he couldn't throw lightning or fly or just plain zap people whenever he wanted to, than he'd be stuck going back to being a mainline knee breaker for Allmart like he was before.
Hell, he wouldn't even be able to wear the white jackets amore and he really liked those things. And besides all that he'd lost so much time. Cuba's advancement, the Russian Mafia problem, Mexico, all his plans needed to be check on.
Standing up and grabbing one of his normal coats Peter headed to his closet, retrieving one of his pre-Genetech outfits. Properly dressed and feeling a little better he left home for the nearest Teleportation Booth. It was Holy Week and even he was late he needed to show his devotion. After all, he was a Blessed, why not join the party?
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Post by Soren Kiersted on Jun 4, 2009 8:41:41 GMT -5
"Well..." Soren started, giving the matter a moment of thought before going on, "They shouldn't cause any foreseeable trouble to the 'current' trees here but in the still possible chance it's all a matter of survival of the fittest." Soren finally replied simply. It was rather ironic that even one of the Manalist's teachings could be found in nature itself... survival of the fittest. Soren had no doubt that the reason she was being so accepting was that his company was not as large a threat as hers or Genetech and SOTA, but Soren had no problem with that illusion.
He didn't have any intention of raging war against her or any of the other companies so long as he didn't find any environmental atrocities being committed. Even then his company was solely driven to bettering the environment. "You reap what you sow as the old saying goes..." Soren added with a shrug. "Though I myself did not know Jumala was a 'god' either until just recently." Soren admitted, putting stress on the word god to show his skepticism.
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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 Jun 4, 2009 13:00:09 GMT -5
Shrugging, Niilo said, "I'm certainly down with doing a bit of travel, especially if free red leaf is involved in the process of reaching the destination."
Getting out a joint, Niilo lit it, inhaled, held his breathe, and exhaled.
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Post by The Flesh Monger on Jun 4, 2009 18:13:42 GMT -5
"I am the Flesh Monger and I am the Master Tormentor at the Temple of Terror." Flesh answer. He then head to the table and grab his favorite tool, the meat hook.
"Anyway....since you didn't tell me which curse to use on you or gives me the thumps up about giving you ANY modifications, I just decided to use this meat hook on you. Then I probadly give boils between your legs. Is that is good idea or not?"
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The Red Jester
New Comer
Temple of Terror Torturer
In a mad world only the mad are sane - Akira Kurosawa
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Post by The Red Jester on Jun 4, 2009 18:45:08 GMT -5
"My first owner destroyed the plans long again." Pine Eyes answer.
Pine Eyes is slowling getting mad about Dinari poking at him. As for Jester, as soon as Calithin throw the snow cones at him, Jester quickly stop laughing and look at the ground. His puppet could tell that Jester isn't not a VERY happy camper.
"You guys shouldn't throw the snow cones back at Jester or you might get hurt....really hurt...." Pine Eyes says to them.
"I am with the puppet on this...." the snow cone vendor says to Bambi, Dinari, and Calithin.
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Post by Bambi Engel on Jun 4, 2009 19:37:46 GMT -5
Bambi doesn't really like Max's viewpoint, but knows that's how many Blessed think. Of course, she doesn't say anything as she ties her jacket around her waist. She also raises her eyebrow at the his word use of "epic". She wonders if they really were, considering her own had been dumped on her. Sighing, she decides to simply avoid Annette before she can changes her clothes. Annette was probably already speaking to the Global Bank branch or had left Rome.
As she rolls up her sleeves, she broods over the abnormal emotion that was still lingering. Her chest felt rather hot, a pulsing heat similar to the sensation she had after a hot bath. Great, that meant the syrup was going to feel very sticky and uncomfortable soon. She unbuttons her shirt by three buttons to try to lessen the speed of the syrup hardening.
Sighing, she worried once more over Annette seeing her. She didn't look very informal, just more casual with her jacket on her waist and shirt not properly done... Perhaps a little insane with the red and wet stains all over her. Then again, Calithin and Dinari both had similar stains and wetness. She finally caves into ordering another cherry snow cone, this time one she can actually try. Balancing it between her hands to keep them from getting too good, she hesitantly nibbles the ice.
Mm, maybe Max's usage of the word epic wasn't so poor... The puppet speaking again pulls Bambi from the delight of the tasty treat. "But... why would he throw them in the first place if he wouldn't be able to take having them thrown back at him?" Her words aren't feisty, just genuinely curious.
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Post by Calithin Crest on Jun 4, 2009 22:22:50 GMT -5
"Jester, I'll stop throwing things at you if you stop throwing them at me! I just thought... We were having... Like a snow cone fight. Which is a snow ball fight, except much stickier."
I order myself another snow cone and munch away on the flavored ice bits happily. This is all in pretty good fun, if you ask me. And I don't even mind Pine Eyes so much. A little. But not so much.
"So. Now that we've settled that... On to request number 2. Where can a playa throw ice at someone around here? And I don't mean you Jester, or my fellow carnival-going friends. I was thinking we could go back to the knife-throwing stand and I could just replace the knives provided with a bucket of ice cubes. Preferably the moon shaped ice cubes. That's sort of my game. They are what I like."
I look at Bambi and Max and smile apologetically.
"I will also be happy to cover any dry cleaning costs... My bad. Didn't know my quest for ice related gratification would lead to such a sticky situation for all of us. No worries though guys. I handle my business."
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Post by Peter "Levitas" Barak on Jun 5, 2009 0:37:37 GMT -5
Maybe having his powers gone would be a good thing. He'd been using them nearly nonstop for months, it was important to remember the old school basics.
Peter smirked to himself as he vaulted the short iron fence and landed on the run. He'd appeared some distance from the main stage and he wanted to see if anything was still going on, which meant getting through the crowds.
A two step off some trash gave him the height to catch an old fire escape, which he pulled himself onto and started up towards the roof. He couldn't fly at the moment but he could still get around. It felt good to have his blood rushing, to feel his muscles ache slightly from effort. Made him want to do more. Made him want to fight.
Made him want to hunt.
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