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Post by Calithin Crest on Jun 30, 2009 10:22:02 GMT -5
"See you later then."
I walk out of the colosseum with the hoards of other attendees. It takes forever to make it through the crowd and actually get out, but I have my cotton candy, so it's whatever.
"I hate slow people..."
I grumble a little bit, but really, I am in no hurry. I make my way back to my hotel for the night and feel totally exhausted. There is much to do though! No rest for the weary. I call into the office and give my secretary detailed instructions on how work is to be carried out during my absence. I have a problem delegating and letting other people do things, so when I'm not around to handle business I get very nervous and paranoid. After spending several hours on the phone with various department heads to make sure everything is running smoothly, I finally get ready for bed and go to sleep.
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Bonifaz Artz-Lehrer
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Nihlist Terrorist Leader
Nothing is true, everything is permitted.
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Post by Bonifaz Artz-Lehrer on Jun 30, 2009 22:20:07 GMT -5
"Let's leave early for Allwhere. We can always take in some sites before the meeting." Bonifaz suggests, since he wants to leave before more trouble comes their way. "Archer and Amelia, you can come along, but Heikki, you'll stay since I don't want to infect anyone in the anarchist movement." Bonifaz orders.
He then goes upstairs to pack a small bag. He brings some clothes, deodorant, toothbrush, comb, toothpaste, and a few other items. Packing does not take very long and when he is done, he calls one of the companies he meant to call earlier about the hole in the wall. While they are gone, it will be repaired.
With his bag packs, he waits downstairs for Archer and Amelia. Amelia seems to be more sane now, but also quieter. He isn't sure what to think of it, but at least something good happened from the events with the other android.
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Post by Kaschei Bessmertny on Jun 30, 2009 22:25:30 GMT -5
Kaschei enjoys the borsch that Machiavelli made and is impressed that he could make it so well without a recipe. It is just as good as his wife Maria's soup. He eats a couple bowls of it and they discuss matters of their organization, mostly items concerning Cuba. After some time spent discussing things, Machiavelli leaves and Kaschei heads to bed.
The next morning, Kaschei wakes early because it is time to attend the parade. He dresses and readies himself for the day, wearing black pants and a red shirt with a black and red cape. He doesn't mind the ensemble, but feels that the cape is a little over dramatic.
With this finished, he heads out of the Temple of Terror to the main street where floats are assembling themselves and people are readying for the parade.
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Post by Dinari Dollar on Jun 30, 2009 22:37:44 GMT -5
Dinari returns to his hotel room and makes a few calls back to Allwhere. He talks to the manager at the factory that was having problems to see if they were resolved. The manager informs him that today they had to fire 10 employees because they did not show up to work. Dinari figures that 10 is not so much since there are 100s that work there. He informs the manager that he will be back in a day or so and not to tolerate any unauthorized sick days.
Dinari isn't particularly worried at this time, since he figures that a couple of sick workers is no big deal. They live outside of Allwhere in poor conditions that are prone to disease.
Dinari watches a little TV before going to bed.
The next morning, he heads to stand along the parade route. He is carrying a plastic bag in case they throw candy.
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Post by darian on Jul 1, 2009 2:02:38 GMT -5
(( Ceph listens to Sasha speak about a doctor they could visit. But suddenly, he feels his body jerk forward as a small projectile enters his back and shoots out his chest. A splash of blood flies out and paints the floors infront of him. He bounds forward a little and puts his hand over his chest.. It isn't a very alarming wound since the single projectile wasn't all that big.. Though the bullet did scrape his heart.. He would have trouble if he decided to fight here. Luckily, Ceph had gotten what he came for and no longer needed to stick around.
He stood up straight and turned his head to look at Darian out of the corner of his eye. A thin, mocking smirk appeared on his lips. The demon snap his fingers together and a black portal appeared infront of He, Sasha, and Salome's unconcious form. Almost immediately all three of them were taken into portal and completely disappeared from sight.. and before anything could be done. The portal closed.
He, Sasha and Salome reappeared in an alleyway in Rome, outside of the Colloseum. This is where Ceph had left his normal clothes as well as his sword. )) Darian was pleased that his shot had hit it's mark and also agitated that it hadn't killed him like it should have. Drawing his sword which crackled with energy to reflect Darian's contempt for the demon, he tried to get one last jab in and dove for the portal only to have it close up seconds before he could reach it. Being forced into a combat roll to avoid hurting himself, Darian rose and stared at the empty spot where the trio had been standing a moment ago, seething with cold rage.
He ignored every impulse to scream right now, not about to show weakness here and so composed himself enough to sheath his sword. "One day, demon, I will kill you..." Darian thought and what a glorious day that would be as he flipped his cloaking on and vanished again. The fights were over, there was nothing left for him here. |
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Akira 69
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Rebel Creditor
The voices in my head say you're crazy!
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Post by Akira 69 on Jul 1, 2009 2:09:40 GMT -5
While all of this was going on, the abandoned heap of Akira started to move with a jolt. He had been shot at almost point blank range with a kinetic weapon, something that should have been ineffective agains this metal body and yet it was easily able to pierce his head. None of these facts even registered in Akira as his body slowly rose to it's feet, jolting here and there. How was Akira able to stand? His head had clearly been shot and the damage couldn't have been minor... though there he was, albeit now really confused.
"Eeerr-or-or-or... system mal-malfunction. Cen-t-t-t-t-tral pro-*Bzzzt*" a mechanical and unfeeling voice intoned through Akira's mouth. Where was he? Why was he here and why was his head on the floor with a hole through it. With some difficulty, Akira managed to locate his head and reattatch it only to have the confusion set in even more. He didn't know where he should go no, feeling strangely compelled to stay and at the same time disobey. Akira needed repairs and every circuit was telling him to report back to Global Bank, but those same circuits were also telling him not to.
What was he to do? First thing was get out of this horrid place and by that, Akira turned and walked straight through a wall until he was outside. Leaving a crumbled wall behind him, Akira wandered off... alone and confused.
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Post by Archer Aylmer on Jul 2, 2009 11:25:54 GMT -5
I go pack my things dutifully. It doesn't take too long, considering that everything I own could probably be fit into a fanny pack. It's just a few clothes and some stolen books thrown into an old duffel bag.
I meet Bonifaz back downstairs and sigh. I hope this trip goes well. I want to actually accomplish something... For once.
"I've never been to Florida..."
I wonder what the Anarchists will be like and whether this trip is really a good decision. But I suppose there is a risk in just being alive so we may as well take our chances with the meeting.
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Post by Calithin Crest on Jul 2, 2009 11:32:40 GMT -5
The next morning I get up, and after calling to check in at work once again, I get ready for my day and head out to the parade. I have actually never attended a parade. I think they're sort of stupid and a little bit boring. I like fireworks. They are my thing if I had to choose a celebratory event.
I stand among the gathering masses of people along the parade route and only have a vague idea of what is coming. I don't think I'm going to be having very much fun at this, so, my expectations are fairly low.
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Post by Hilja Kukkanen/Sasha Pisarev on Jul 3, 2009 17:03:47 GMT -5
Sasha follows along with Cephrien, grabbing Salome and heading to the nearest teleportation booth. When it seems that they are safe, Sasha starts punching in the coordinates for St. Petersburg. "I don't know about you, but I am going to bring her to St. Petersburg. I think I know of a doctor there." Sasha says to Cephrien after entering the booth. He isn't sure if the demon will follow, but, he has to do something. Salome is cold and pale and might not even be alive.
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Meanwhile, Hilja remains asleep with the cat flu. She is starting to feel better, but not by much. Every once in a while, she will stir in bed to cough or to take a drink of water. At the end of the day, she gets up out of her room. It is dark outside and she wanders through the dark, quiet house to make herself a light snack.
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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 Jul 3, 2009 17:18:50 GMT -5
I head to the parade, which is the final event of Holy Week. I wander over to Calithin Crest, but don't speak with him, since I don't have much to say. I suspect that others will congregate near him since the business leaders seem to travel in packs.
It is a nice day for a parade. It is sunny, clear, and really, the city seems very friendly. It is hard to imagine that this is the menacing capital of the Manalist's. I watch a dove flies by. Suddenly, the parade begins with a marching band.
The marchers are wearing red and black uniforms and represent a private school in Rome here. Of course, all schools are private, but this one is one that is not centered around raising children to become priests or members of the temple.
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Bonifaz Artz-Lehrer
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Nihlist Terrorist Leader
Nothing is true, everything is permitted.
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Post by Bonifaz Artz-Lehrer on Jul 3, 2009 17:31:37 GMT -5
When everyone is ready, they travel by teleportation booth to Allwhere, Florida. They are met by oppressive humidity, but, a friendly community of rambler houses that resemble a sprawling suburb. The lawns are green and the homes look identical, but for their colors.The homes come in mostly pastel hues, with sand, peach, and pink seeming to be the most popular. There are lawn ornaments made of wood in the yards. The yards sometimes feature children playing with dogs and frisbees or elderly people watering the lawn.
"This isn't our final destination today, but the safest teleporter booths are in Allwhere." Bonifaz explains as he leads the nihilists along the clean, well maintained streets of Allwhere.
Bonifaz looks around, mildly disgusted by the wholesomeness and uniformity.
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Post by Dinari Dollar on Jul 3, 2009 17:40:09 GMT -5
Dinari walks over to Calithin and watches as the marching band passes by. He thinks that marching bands are very boring. He sighs and even plugs his ears as they near. There is just too much tuba and trumpet for him to handle. Anyway, he doesn't like the songs they are playing.
"I hope the parade ends soon, because I need to head back to Allwhere for the fireworks show." Dinari says loudly to Calithin so that he can hear Dinari over the band.
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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 Jul 3, 2009 17:41:27 GMT -5
"What about juggling?" Pine Eyes ask.
"My juggling balls?" Jester ask back. Pine Eyes simply nod yes before jumping off Jester's shoulder. Jester's juggling balls are explosives. He wasn't sure why Pine Eyes offer the idea of juggling, but doesn't question it.
"Do you want to learn to juggle?" Jester ask Lucio. "Or you have your ideas of playing games?"
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Post by Calithin Crest on Jul 4, 2009 18:07:08 GMT -5
"Parades are not fun. There is no audience participation, and you aren't suppose to mess with the members of the... Parade party... Whatever it's called. Also, I hate marching bands and 83 degrees Fahrenheit is a reeeeally good temperature."
These are all my thoughts at the current time. I am content, but by no means happy. I would like explosions. I like anything dramatic and colorful. It does make me happy, though, that so many people came out to watch the parade and seem to be enjoying themselves. So I smile and watch the parade attractions go by nonchalantly.
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Post by Archer Aylmer on Jul 4, 2009 18:12:22 GMT -5
"Pastel colors are the worst of the color groups... By far..."
I look terribly out of place walking through Allwhere. In fact, we all do. The heat and general atmosphere but me in a bad mood and I keep a permanent scowl on my face while we walk.
"I wonder how the Anarchists will be? The Socialists seem sort of frivolous and naive. I can't take them seriously..."
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