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Post by Annika 25 on Mar 31, 2010 0:07:17 GMT -5
"What are you doing? This property damage is not acceptable." Annika shouts at Akira when he starts his rampage. She runs up to him and grabs him from behind, trying to hold him still in a sort of hug from behind. She does her best to hold him still and prevent any more damamge.
"We're Creditors. You can't do this. It makes us look bad and it upsets the supporters of Global Bank." Annika tries to reason with Akira. She doesn't understand why he has suddenly turned on everyone like this. She is still wearing her "Cavity Creep" costume, so, she feels uncomfortable and it is hard to get a tight grip on him.
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Salome Weil
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Archo Communist Worker
"We must prefer a real hell to an imaginary paradise."
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Post by Salome Weil on Mar 31, 2010 0:11:24 GMT -5
"Well, I think I am ready to do this." I say to everyone. I say goodbye to the socialists and get back into the van. Then, we drive to Dinari Dollar's mansion. When we pull up to the gate, I order everyone to hide in the back under blankets. I get out of the van and inform them that I am going to lure Dinari into the van...and that someone should hit him over the head or something when he peeks inside for a pie.
I check myself out in the mirror and reapply my lipstick. Then I grab a store bought apple pie and head up to the gate. I announce that I have a gift for Dinari Dollar and wait to see if he lets me pass through the gates. Hopefully this far fetched plan works out!
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Post by Hilja Kukkanen/Sasha Pisarev on Mar 31, 2010 0:16:05 GMT -5
I listen to Charon talk to the stranger on the phone. I sort of wish that he would have paid more attention to what I had to say about the plant person I met, but I am sure that he has other things on his mind. I am actually sort of happy that someone else is coming over. This will make things less awkward. Charon has a way of acting strange and making me feel uncomfortable. He always seems to make too much out of my thoughts and actions. It is one thing I don't care for.
"Oh, another elf is coming over? That's really exciting! I like to meet new, interesting people!" I say happily, and probably come off as a little naive. Oh well!
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Master Scrag
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The Master of the Manalists
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Post by Master Scrag on Mar 31, 2010 0:23:28 GMT -5
"Yes, I am speaking of the elven terrorist. He took the Speaker captive, but she managed to escape. I don't care much about that. She has little value to me. But, the fact that some elf dared to challenge us in our capitol is quite upsetting." Scrag replies to Angelus. He folds his arms over his chest and looks over at one of the stained glass windows, featuring the design of a red leaf plant. He shakes his head. This past year has been more chaotic than his other years as Master.
"An Inquisition will help solve this matter and sort out the loyal elves from those ...in question. It will also help us to find, apprehend, and punish the elf responsible for the Holy Week mayhem." Scrag reasons. He then remains quiet for a moment to ponder some things. He has no real hatred for elves, other than they are usually weak and care too much about nature. They are traditional and frail. But, some have been useful members of the Manalists.
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Post by Max Alexander on Mar 31, 2010 0:32:53 GMT -5
"We will discuss it another time." Max says, diverting his attention from Calithin and to the android. He starts fuming and starts to raise his voice. "Somebody get in here and STOP this madness!" He watches as the newer, better, android goes and bear hugs the malfunctioning unit.
He calls on his radio to get some guards in here, and that they were very quickly. Five of them stormed the android and attempted to grab him.
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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 Mar 31, 2010 11:36:16 GMT -5
"What are you doing? This property damage is not acceptable." Annika shouts at Akira when he starts his rampage. She runs up to him and grabs him from behind, trying to hold him still in a sort of hug from behind. She does her best to hold him still and prevent any more damamge.
"We're Creditors. You can't do this. It makes us look bad and it upsets the supporters of Global Bank." Annika tries to reason with Akira. She doesn't understand why he has suddenly turned on everyone like this. She is still wearing her "Cavity Creep" costume, so, she feels uncomfortable and it is hard to get a tight grip on him.
For some odd reason, Akira did not immediatly realize that someone had tried to grab him as he tried to clearly exit the building. However, when he did, Akira immediatly began to fume. "Eeek! Sexual harrass-assment!" Akira screamed at a pitch that was not standard for Creditors. He had no idea why he was being treated like this, all he wanted to do was escape the scary men in uniforms who he suspected were going to bad things to him! Akira then began to yell something in japanese at a speed that made any attempt at translate it impossible, but the word "baka" came up several times as he firmly planted his feet into the ground. Breaking the concrete as he did so, Akira's torso began to spin round and round like a top, gradually picking up speed as it went until it was a blur of motion. Then without warning, Akira's torso immediatly stopped with a jerk, hopefully propelling Annika off while his body fell all to pieces in the process. His head flew in one direction, his arms went in two totally different directions, and his body (presuming Annika still had a death grip on it) went flying with her, leaving Akira's lower half to stay standing. "Thank you for riding Akira airlines! Bzzt! Eeeek! More scary men!" Akira's head rambled on as his seperated legs started blindly running into things in an attempt to find the door. "Bakka! To your left! No no your other left!" Akira's head yelled at the blindly stumbling legs. Akira's arms were also still moving, standing erect on the tips of their fingers as they scuttled toward Annika. "If you wanted me that badly, you could have just asked! Or paid me a handsome amount of money," Akira added as his hands tried to reclaim the severed torso. OOC: go-go gadget breakdown! |
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Post by Angelus Corvinus on Mar 31, 2010 11:47:39 GMT -5
"Yes, I am speaking of the elven terrorist. He took the Speaker captive, but she managed to escape. I don't care much about that. She has little value to me. But, the fact that some elf dared to challenge us in our capitol is quite upsetting." Scrag replies to Angelus. He folds his arms over his chest and looks over at one of the stained glass windows, featuring the design of a red leaf plant. He shakes his head. This past year has been more chaotic than his other years as Master. "An Inquisition will help solve this matter and sort out the loyal elves from those ...in question. It will also help us to find, apprehend, and punish the elf responsible for the Holy Week mayhem." Scrag reasons. He then remains quiet for a moment to ponder some things. He has no real hatred for elves, other than they are usually weak and care too much about nature. They are traditional and frail. But, some have been useful members of the Manalists.
And yet, this one elf who had managed to slip in under their nose and abduct the speaker on their home turf... perhaps they were not as feeble as Angelus had come to believe? Only time would tell for sure. "And what is it that you wish me to do, Master?" Angelus asks solemnly, having an idea or so of what the Master wanted of him, but it never hurt to make sure and avoid any misunderstandings. |
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Post by Soren Kiersted on Mar 31, 2010 11:55:34 GMT -5
"Yes, you may come over, but take care to be cautious. The teleporation booths are down." Charon replies. Since he is old, he has some awareness of who is who in the world. Yet, he knows very little about Soren. He believes that the elf is a representative from Royal Dane Organics and must work for Princess Ingrid. He knows little other than this. He is aware that there are some elves in hiding in islands around Denmark, but he isn't sure is Soren has connections to them or not. All he knows is that Soren is involved with the business. So, it makes him a little warry.
"Someone associated with a company may face fewer risks than others. But do take care. My address is..." Charon states, and gives him the address. After he has passed along the needed information, Charon hangs up and turns to Hilja.
"It seems that we are going to have company. Another elf. As for your earlier concerns about the plant people, you...should probably just avoid them as well. They tend to be wanted by the Manalists as well." He advises.
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Post by Peter "Levitas" Barak on Mar 31, 2010 14:28:35 GMT -5
"Oh right, the one with the books would make more sense," Peter said with no trace of foolishness in his voice. Small shops hadn't really been part of his work for several years. Before Allmart hired him they made good places to get cash and possibly food but when the currency switched to rands all of the American tender became worthless so he'd stopped bothering with them by and large.
And these days a place wouldn't be worth the effort of robbing. Everybody was poor. And besides that he didn't need to steal money: he had his own. Didn't mean he might not do it anyway if he was given the chance, he just didn't need to.
Book store located, Peter stepped past Bambi and walked inside. The store smelled of dust, among other things. With the fish shop next door there was more than a subtle hint of aquatic creature about the place. Still, it was interesting. Books of various sorts where divided up in ways that didn't make sense to Peter. All different sizes and shapes where in piles or stacks or along shelves. They didn't make visual sense. He'd always seen book shelves filled by big brown books that looked the same or close to the same. This was just chaos of books.
"Not very orderly, is it?" He said, stepping into the shop a little. He didn't see a person nearby, so he just started wandering.
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Post by Calithin Crest on Mar 31, 2010 15:19:56 GMT -5
This whole situation is pretty comical... Albeit destructive. I didn't know creditors could malfunction so badly. That seems pretty dangerous to me.
"Wow, Global Bank really dropped the ball with this one..."
I don't really feel the need to help at all. This isn't my problem and it seems like the job of a security person anyway. I do my best to stand clear of the android and mostly just watch the scene unfold.
"Watch out everyone."
If I get debris on my new suit I'm going to be very upset.
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Post by Max Alexander on Apr 1, 2010 23:22:34 GMT -5
Max had no idea what to do once the android exploded into a million different pieces. He had finally just had enough.
"Just get that stupid piece of shit out of my building!" He yelled at the guards, hoping they would pick the parts of it up and get it out of here. He had no time for this crap as there was much more important things to deal with.
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Post by Archer Aylmer on Apr 2, 2010 11:37:20 GMT -5
I remain silent and hyper attentive waiting for Salome to return with Dinari. My nerves feel on edge and my heart beats quickly. I wonder if the others are as tense as I am. This is a very very dangerous operation we're conducting... If we succeed it could mean big things. All these is left to do now is wait. I hope everything goes smoothly.
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on Apr 2, 2010 22:28:31 GMT -5
Rain pounded the Car's top like a barrage of pebbles. That combined with the darkness outside made seeing more then a few feet in Moscow's dirty streets nearly impossible.
The sixteen year old Alexei sat in the backseat staring at a large building, an apartment where the poverty stricken nested not unlike the one Alexei along with his mother and sister moved into after his father had been killed and all his brothers had been either killed or imprisoned.
"The first hit is always the hardest, kid. Remember, it's just business."
His voice sounded gravelly and emotionless. The boy stared at the manala pistol in his lap, picking it up and holding it in shaky hands.
Everything else was a blur and soon he was standing inside the apartment. A music box was playing a soft melody. Screams. Shooting. A mother and father lay dead, dealers turned junkies who used their whole supply and couldnt pay back their mafia associates. A baby cried in the other room.
"Remember, it's just business..."
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Alexei sat bolt upright in bed, sweat pouring. The junky hooker that lay next to him didn't rouse. He walked over to a table that already had a line of coke cut just for when he had nightmares like these. He snorted it and walked over to the chair. He lit a cigarette and sat in the darkness of the villa in Havana he'd rented. He stayed there when he wasn't on business these days.
He checked his phone then set it on the table beside the chair and waited.
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Post by Charon Dejardins/Asphodel on Apr 2, 2010 23:06:37 GMT -5
"Welcome..and come in..." Charon says to Soren when he greats the elf at the door. He ushers him into his old house, which is made of stone and looks like it could have been an old church or maybe part of a school at one time. Charon leads Soren upstairs to the library, following narrow and dimly lit stairways. Finally, they arrive at the library where Hilja is sitting. Charon offers to take and hang up Soren's coat.
"Welcome to my home. This is my friend Hilja, who helps out with my garden sometime. Doing weeding and watering sometimes." Charon explains to the fellow elf.
"It is nice that you came over. I've been very worried about this new policy and whether or not I should return to work. Thankfully, classes are canceled right now due to the flu."
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Post by Soren Kiersted on Apr 3, 2010 12:34:46 GMT -5
Soren nods and quietly follows Charon into his home, looking all around at the design of the place with curiosity. It was not often that Soren saw a home still made of traditional stone, so given that fact, Soren suspected this place to be fairly old in comparison to the "modern" design to buildings these days; Even his own company's buildings did not use stone, using a living and organic type of bone instead.
Soren was hesitant at first when Charon offered to take his coat, which in this case was the hoody, not an issue of vanity so much as remaining unknown. Soren raised his hand up slightly and quietly said, "If you don't mind, I'd rather keep it on," Soren said apologetically. Turning to Hilja, Soren bowed more out of curtesy and also said, "It is nice to meet you."
Soren couldn't help but feel alittle uncomfortable, he never liked personally dealing with people of any species, but this was a necessary evil. "As am I, and either way, if they know you're here they shall surely come. It is only a matter of time," Soren replied after Charon had finished speaking, definately appreciative that thanks to his "isolation" from the public, it would take much longer to find him if things went smoothly.
"Which is why I came to you. I was hoping that together, we could come up with a way to get this policy repealed," Soren added, sure that Charon's knowledge of theology could be of some use in getting the Manalists to rethink their idea, and barring that, they could try to convince The Moderator.
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