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Post by Hilja Kukkanen/Sasha Pisarev on May 16, 2008 10:15:17 GMT -5
I wake up the next morning and get ready for work. Another long day! Sometimes it is just so hard to get out of bed. But, I do my best to be chipper and motivated. I get ready and rush out the door so I am not late for my job working at Calithin Crest's Helsinki office for Crest Mining. Sometimes I am put to work cleaning. Today I have to mop the halls before the offices open.
I am not the best at janitorial work. I miss spots and get bored with it. However, I need the money and thusly, I push myself to do the best I can.
I hum to myself as I mop.
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Post by Dinari Dollar on May 16, 2008 10:19:38 GMT -5
Dinari wakes up sometime later in a puddle of drool on one of the white tables in the laboratory. He looks around to Peter and then to Tuvi. He shakes his head and still feels groggy.
"Well, I suppose we had better get a move on. We can head back to my mansion and discuss what we have seen. I will make a wish list of things to buy from Genetech." Dinari states.
He stands up and all three leave that lab, shutting the large door securely behind them. "Do you think it would be safe to travel to Cuba and see what's going down there?" He asks Peter as they walk to the teleporation booth.
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Post by Eun/Aoi Kiriyama on May 16, 2008 11:45:10 GMT -5
Aoi only have to spent 4 hours of school since he is one of the tpe students. So, Aoi heads back home and suprise that his mom did not make a mess.
"At least she ate something." Aoi mutter to himself before going to his bedroom and lock the door behind him.
Aoi change back to Eun as he took off his school uniform. Eun doesn't know why she uses her male side and persona when she goes to school, but after doing it so much since she was little, she probadly got used to it. Anyway, she change into her Sota uniform, put some of her designs in her messenger bag and left her room. She went to her mother's bedroom and found her mother sleeping on the bed.
"Its not fair that mama sleeps ALL THE TIME and I rarely goes to sleep." Eun thought to herself as she quietly closed her mother's bedroom door and left the house. It only took Eun about 30 minutes to walk to Sota. It might take her 5 to 10 minutes if she took one of those teleportation booths but she doesn't trust those 'things'. Once Eun enter Sota, she went to her working area, and began working on her designs.
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Post by Peter "Levitas" Barak on May 16, 2008 13:04:20 GMT -5
Peter checks his watch. "The ripple effects should be in full swing by now." He returned his gaze to Dollar. "However, I'm not sure it is wise to enter a potential warzone personally, sir. Perhaps returning to the main office and checking the unofficial news feeds would be best? We should certainly keep aware of the situation. If it goes too far than another company may make a move or the Manalists may send in a 'peacekeeping' force. If that were the case I doubt there will be enough of the island left to build a motel on, let alone a resort."
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Post by Dinari Dollar on May 16, 2008 14:23:18 GMT -5
Dinari considers that the Manalists could step in and take over the land for religious purposes. He would hate that. They would probably disallow all of the fun things that could make Cuba such a fun tourist destination. He feels uneasy.
"No, I think I need to talk to Genetech again. Maybe we can unleash a disease on the people of Cuba and kill them all off. No war, no rebellion, a completely fresh start. I think I remember reading about Cat Flu. We could buy some and unleash it on the Island. I can't have things drag on too long. The Manalists would ruin everything." Dinari replies with alarm.
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Post by Peter "Levitas" Barak on May 16, 2008 15:12:59 GMT -5
"Quite so sir, but I believe that releasing a sickness, particularly a rare one, would be something they might take extra notice of." Peter spoke quickly, lowering his voice and standing close so that only his employer might hear. "The Manalists are fanatical and they are likely to read deeper meaning into events, though not nessisarily the right ones. If Cuba, an island populated almost exlusivally by rebels and individuals that they consider sinners, is wiped clean by strange means, than they are likely to assume it is an act of their Father and claim a right to the land. And I'll bet anything they won't put it to its proper use. They'd probably grow Red Leaf there or something, whatever it is they do with the places they demand.
However, if the sinners wipe each other out, they will call it the enevitable destruction of sin by its own hand and the victory of the strong. And if, during this moment of weakness, you where to purchase the island and rebuilt it, removing said sin and directing the 'natives' into the correct path, that would be work (and low paying work at that), than not only do you profit the island, but you perhaps gain some measure of trust among the church."
Peter smirked. He didn't know genetics or biology from a hole in the ground but he sure as hell knew how people thought. Knowing the enemy had kept him alive all his life. As had assuming everyone accept himself (and not always trusting himself either).
"If I may suggest, sir, speak with Genetech as if nothing had happened, have me return to Cuba and ensure that events play out as nessisary, and allow Tuvi to act freely and make the financial positionings needed. When the time is right, make public your intention to 'reform' the rogue nation. Tuvi will have the money and paper in hand, and I will have the flesh and soil prepared. Great press, internation favor," Peter smiled wider, "And a baffeling amount of potential cash flow."
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Post by Dinari Dollar on May 16, 2008 15:30:34 GMT -5
Dinari was quite impressed with Peter's reasoning. He really wasn't aware that Peter was so capable. Had he really believed in Father Manala, he would consider Peter one of the Blessed. Perhaps the title would be given to Peter someday, if it had not already been given. Dinari nods and feels at ease that really, everthing is under control.
"Yes, you're right. Things will work out. I don't know why I'm all paranoid and stuff." Dinari says. The Manalists have taken no interest in events in Cuba thus far. Things will work out. They have to. They can make them work.
"I'm just going to relax...look over a catalogue from Genetech, and leave it up to you two." Dinari states. He slaps a thick catalogue against his thigh. "I'll be reading by the pool. You guys can find me there if you need anything else."
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Post by Peter "Levitas" Barak on May 16, 2008 15:48:46 GMT -5
"Of course, sir," Peter replied with a smile, making a vague effort at the salute Genetech taught. He didn't really care for salutes but it was almost automatic after the training. He straightened, winked at Tuvi, and headed off towards a teleportation booth. He had work to do.
If everything fell as he planned, and it would, than their positioning would be greatly improved. With Cuba established their shipping lanes into the surrounding oceans would be totally secure and the acquisition of Haiti would be an after thought. The Bahamas would complete the set, though their importance in grander matters was a write off. With the whole of the Carribian in hand the passage south would be perfectly in order.
Tankers could make record time both directions with Allmart (and American) guard against inter-corporate interests from South America. Which would leave them unquestioned and unsearched in their 'removal' of America's waste. Keeping a solid schedule they could secure territory as far west as Houston and as far north as Nashville within the year. The northeast was a sludge pit, it would take time, but with the southeast cleared and acting as their foothold the whole western United States from New Mexico to Washington would be wiped clean, of sludge and of those disgusting wastrals who had once been Americans.
The Manalists had a few things right, might was power and the strong survived. He was living proof. Be stronger, be smart, be resourceful, and you decided what was and wasn't right. Dinari Dollar's (... and Peter's) America was going to be strong again. Very soon.
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Post by Linnea Korpela on May 16, 2008 16:50:20 GMT -5
Linnea stared at him for a second with a scowl, she didn't say anything as he left. Once she was sure that he was gone she stood up and closed a notebook that was open on her desk. Grabbing her purse she turned to leave.
Once outside in the open air and away from Jumula she toke a deep breath. The weekend, she loved the weekend because she didn't have to come in the next two days and be bothered. But usually she spent them alone, she tried to work on art but it was so restricted that it wasn't any fun to her so she usually spent her weekends cleaning her house and watching television. She always tried to think of interesting things to do but never actually came up with anything.
"Looks like its going to be another normal weekend," she said softly to herself as she walked down the street towards her apartment.
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Cillian Machiavelli
New Comer
Kaschei's Assistant
Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one
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Post by Cillian Machiavelli on May 16, 2008 17:15:48 GMT -5
Cillian stretched in his futon and popped his neck from side to side. It felt as if it had been ages since he had last seen his master and friend Kaschei. He needed to find him and see what was going on.
Mac had been laying low for awhile trying to get his cocaine habit under control without any luck. He had used the time wisely getting more and more information on the occult and mythical beings. He had hoped that he might find anything that might help his friend in the long run.
Mac got up and dressed not taking the time to eat anything at all. He found it usually just made him feel sick anyway unless it was fresh meat...human meat. This made him smile and chuckle to himself.
After combing his long black hair and getting ready he took out his rosary necklace and opened the top taking a drag from the small spoon hidden in the top. He pinched his nostrils and headed out of the door to his buick.
He found himself pulling his car over and walking the streets of Moscow. He was going to try to contact Kaschei but felt that if he wanted to get in touch with him he would have already.
As he walked along he happened to see Alexei Nacharade. Mac lowered his head and nodded. Walking around a corner hoping the fellow would take the hint and follow him so they might talk. Mac had been gone for a long time surely there was something of interest going on that the dragon might find fun.
***POST TO ALEXEI***
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Post by Hilja Kukkanen/Sasha Pisarev on May 16, 2008 17:32:08 GMT -5
Admin Note: I think Alexei was by Linnea Korpela's art gallery in Helsinki, so Linnea, if you need someone to post to, I think you can post to Alexei or Machiavelli.
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Post by Linnea Korpela on May 16, 2008 17:41:38 GMT -5
OCC: ah thanks. I was kinda confused a little there. thanks  Linnea walked down the street and saw two kinda shady people, she often tried to avoid those types of people she didn't enjoy all the drama that came with them. But sometimes they just flocked to her, maybe it was her quiet, shy nature. As she walked by she watched these people, she didn't want to be jumped but she also didn't want to be rude in case she was wrong about the both of them. But she she had a feeling that wouldn't be the case. |
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on May 16, 2008 17:48:51 GMT -5
Alexei walked the streets of Helsinki, carrying a few photos of the art gallery he'd been to. He spotted Cillian and began walking towards him when he glances at Linnea, smiling and nodding politely to her.
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Post by Linnea Korpela on May 16, 2008 17:52:00 GMT -5
'Well I was wrong,' she says to herself and nods back as she smiles back. Well it was a good point to her day, he looked like he was busy with the other guy so it would just stay a point. She would go home and clean the gallery and her small apartment. She then thought about cleaning up the studio and organizing her 'ware house', she remembered she saw that some paint had spilled so she would need to clean it up.
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on May 16, 2008 18:03:32 GMT -5
Alexei's eyes drift back to Cillian. He was wary of him, and in a way felt envious that he was one of his few superiors within the mafia. After becoming a key player in the transport of Opium, he'd managed to set himself apart from quite a few of his comrades, but Cillian always remained annoyingly ahead of him.
Instead of going straight to Cillian, and mostly out of spite for his superior, he looked back to Linnea and rushed over.
"Excuse me, miss! You've dropped something!" He says, rushing to her and holding out a small silver medallion with the indent of a scorpion carved onto it. He knew it wasn't hers, it was his, but it was an excellent way to introduce himself.
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