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Post by ††Venice "Cephrien" Ashgrove†† on Mar 17, 2010 1:42:05 GMT -5
Interesting~
Ceph's assymetrical smirk returned to his features, satisfied with her answer. She was one who felt the corrupted talons of oppression.. Oppression from a world gone wrong-- She was like many others.. the kind that he would call an ally to himself, and Red Infinity. He slyly averted his gaze off to the side.
"Alright." He spoke as he pushed himself off the counter and touched the floor with his boots right infront of her. Even for a male, he wasn't all that much taller than she was. They might've even been the same height. "Then I guess you won't mind if I stay here while I carry out my investigation."
Just like last time, he was pretty much inviting himself right in.
Ceph lowered his head a little to stare at Ophelia through his bangs. "Your family trait can change the world, y'know." He spoke-- it was hard to explain.. but it was as if he had found some kind of newfound confidence by speaking with her.
He was confident before.. but-- "Just don't die."
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Post by Dinari Dollar on Mar 17, 2010 8:29:09 GMT -5
"No problem. I understand that Vivien is busy and doesn't want to get sick. So, well, I'll just tell you what I want. So, I am interested in expanding my American project to Georgia, creating a second major city in the ruins of Atlanta. I was just wondering of Vivien would be interested in investing in this project at all. I mean, I would own Georgia, but I could give her some land to grow her red leaf trees and maybe she could open a bottling factory in Atlanta. It's just an idea...Americans love soda." Dinari suggests. Dinari is enthused with his idea. He loves the idea of expanding and it keeps his spirit high during this time of trouble. He is also happy to meet with Emelie. She seems nicer and a lot better looking than Vivien. He knew that Vivien had a daughter, but never met her. He wonders why she looks so different from her mother. It doesn't dawn on him that she is adopted.
"What do you think of my idea?" He asks her.
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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 Mar 17, 2010 8:44:28 GMT -5
Bonifaz leaves to start looking for some paint. He snoops around the town and finds a car garage, or what once was a garage. It too is abandoned. He pokes around inside and finds some very old cans of paint. They are so old they no longer have labels. He isn't even sure what colors they are. He grabs three of the heavy cans and walks back to the van with them. However, he doesn't even have a brush. Unsure of what to do, he looks inside the van and finds a brush for snow. Maybe the van was from somewhere with winter.
He uses the flat end of a tire iron to pry open the paints. Inside, they are goopey. There is oil at the top so he tries to remix the old paint. It isn't even car paint, but maybe house paint. But, it is probably all he will find. The colors are green, yellow, and red. Not the best selection, but at least the red and yellow give him mixing options.
He starts trying to think of a design and how he will make it.
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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 17, 2010 8:54:56 GMT -5
I want to laugh as Archer pretends to be Dinari Dollar. If nothing else, maybe we could pursue street theatre. I stiffle a laugh and get into character. I put one hand on my hip and walk over to "Dinari" trying to move my hips more as I walk.
"Oh my, are you the REAL Dinari Dollar? What an American dream!" I say, batting my eye lashes. "I'm your biggest fan! Which is why I baked you this wholesome American pie!"
I wander closer holding up my imaginary pie.
"Would you do me the honor of accepting my homemade pie?!" I ask Archer. I have a feeling he may not enjoy this as much as I do.
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Nihato Gallagher
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Red Infinity Activist
I'm not a kid! ... Okay, well, physically yes- but otherwise!
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Post by Nihato Gallagher on Mar 17, 2010 9:24:40 GMT -5
The food sounded good, the coloring not so much. Nihato's first reaction was indignation but then she remembered she looked like a kid. It wasn't his fault. If he thought she wouldn't understand, the others wouldn't either so she'd at least know if she was dealing with Manalists or not. "Thank you." She replies politely before following him back to where he'd 'camped'. She stares at the two who were apparently acting out some scene involving Dinari Dollar. ... He was right, she didn't understand what was going on. All it looked like were two people making fools of themselves.
She tugs at Kasper's shirt gently to get his attention, losing interest in the acting as she was reminded of her hunger. "May I have some food, please?" She decides to try her best to be polite for now. He was doing her a favor.
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Post by Peter "Levitas" Barak on Mar 17, 2010 14:03:28 GMT -5
Peter shrugged. "I don't normally make an effort to perplex people. I'm not a very complicated guy when you get right down the basics." It was a lie, of course. Peter's life was extremely complicated, especially when one considered the number of different faces he presented to the various people who he worked with on any given day. And until recently everything down to his nutritional requirements had been a complex balance of chemicals and synthetic drugs in his biology. Now, though, he didn't seem to be any less simple than any other human male in the purely biological sense. Socially he was still ranking pretty high on the confuse-o-tron.
"Besides, your way weirder than me." Peter choose not to back this up with any actual examples of Bambi's weirdness because frankly he didn't really think he needed to. Everything he'd seen of her made him believe she was the kind of person who internalized stuff so whether it was true or not it was going to bug her, which was mostly his point.
Well, not the specific point, the whole end all and be all of their interaction wasn't so he could bug her but he needed to run through the list of possibilities until he found one that matched up the gut feelings he was having. He knew the feeling of interest, of desire, as it connected with his active thoughts. Need for food, need for shealter, need for distraction, he was familiar with all of those, had been since he was a kid, but this particular feeling wasn't playing by the rules. He'd think of Bambi and get the familiar feeling of desire but he couldn't reconcile it with any of his normal thought processes. She wasn't shelther. She probably wasn't food. She must be a distraction because that was all that was left but he seldom got any lasting satisfaction from their interactions. After any given joke or threat or whatever game be tried to play with her, he just wanted more. There was the thrill of the chase he sometimes felt when he was with her but he'd always connected with that food and with prey. Well, he'd build up to that if nothing else worked.
"But weird or not we can hang out. What do normal people like us do for fun?"
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Roland Demeter
New Comer
Owner of Demeter Delicatessen
I always have another treat in my bag.
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Post by Roland Demeter on Mar 17, 2010 17:18:24 GMT -5
Sales where, as one my expect, down. Production was also down. Infact it was basically at a stand still because the only worker in fit enough shape to work was the company owner and he couldn't do any real work because the entire company was falling down around him.
Roland heaved a stack of sick employee notices off of his desk with a snarl, letting the pages spill across the floor. It was maddening! The whole world was contracting this illness and not only was it stopping his work cold in its tracks but the sickness wasn't even his idea!
The nerve of a common cold to grow a set of fangs and set out to do what he had planned to do for decades was a personal insult and if he wasn't so occupied here he would be banging on the doors of GeneTech to demand some sort of action.
His plans for expansion into beverages had already been delayed, Roland didn't need this sort of global snafu tripping him up. And it wasn't so simple as Crest Mining's switch to andoirds, he didn't have those kinds of researches. Some kind of different plan needed to be whipped up and fast.
Leaving his paper strewn office, Roland set off.
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Post by Archer Aylmer on Mar 17, 2010 17:41:14 GMT -5
I raise my eyebrows and cough awkwardly. I can't believe I'm stuck with doing this, but, the show must go on...
"Well hey there honey, I sure am!"
I give her a little wink and take the imaginary pie.
"Mmm... Is that old fashioned apple pie you've got there? Wow. I LOVE apple pie almost as much as I love America. I hope this pie is as sweet as you!"
I smile brightly and do my best to look up-beat, if not a little goofy.
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Émilie LaFramboise
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Secretary/Rep of Countess Cola
I just want to give love, and receive it...
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Post by Émilie LaFramboise on Mar 17, 2010 19:50:29 GMT -5
Placing the folders on the table, Émilie sits on the table rather than a chair as she listens to Dinari's plans. She crosses her arms, mulling over the possibilities. "We have all of France... but opening a facility in America would save the costs of porting the soda there." There were other obvious benefits. Turning her head back to Dinari, she smiles. She'd heard he was on the lower side of intelligence so she was pleasantly surprised.
"It sounds like a potentially profitable idea for both of our companies. With this flu thing going on, it'd be just the thing. It'd take a while to get put what we put in, of course, but that's how it always seems to be in business." She begins eagerly scribbling on one of her papers. "I believe Vivien would see the possibilities as well." Despite the rumors about Dinari, she'd always believed he was doing good for the world by restoring America.
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Post by Max Alexander on Mar 17, 2010 22:25:22 GMT -5
(To Crest)
Max faced Mr. Crest and stood up. "Well, Mr Crest, we have some public service announcements rolling, but your idea could potentially attract a lot more viewers. That could get the information out a lot faster."
Max smiled. "Would you like to come with back to the studio and make one of those announcements?"
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Post by Alisa "Miia" Baykal on Mar 17, 2010 22:40:10 GMT -5
The stone reflected an array of colors across her pale face, glittering in the sun as she shifted her hand. If Alisa was a true Manalist, she'd probably be doing something useful at the moment. Instead, she lounged alone on a bench in a city she could care less to know the name of. The streets held only a number of passing people, most sporting those silly flu-masks.
She was adorned in the garments people insisted on wearing. Some ripped jeans and a white shirt that hung off her shoulder. "Borrowed" from a Manalist temple, probably a change of clothes for one of the workers there. A sigh escaped her dull red lips.
It was lonely. Both dragons and wolves were fading in numbers, largely thanks to the way the Manalists had crafted the world. Disgusting. She'd never grown to despise a world order so much (likely because she'd never been dragged into the middle of one). The collar circling her neck was a constant reminder of what her life had become.
When would they call their little lap dog? Alisa made a face, dropping her hand from in front of her, where she had been moving it idly. There was also the problem that she found herself no closer to discovering the whereabouts of her mother's egg. Mother and daughter, both trapped in different chains. How ironic. Then again, if it wasn't for her mother, she would have never been free in the first place.
So, Alisa leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Being the Manalist's soldier was not as bad as it seemed at times. They'd fall eventually and a new order would rise. It was the way of mankind.
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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 18, 2010 3:49:12 GMT -5
"Yes, it's All American Apple Pie...AND I have more where that came from..." I reply to Archer, slyly.
"You see, I was so inspired by you, I've started a small pie business. I have other pies out in my pie delivery van. You can follow me and have as many as you want..." I offer. I take a few steps back, trying to lure the imaginary Dinari back to the van.
I suppose then, that is when we'll need the others. "I guess, that's good enough, right Archer? I lure him to the van...and we kidnap him. Maybe we could just hit him over the head with something and push him into the van." I suggest, since it seems easy enough and won't require much special equipment.
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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 Mar 18, 2010 4:04:10 GMT -5
I practice my speech for a while in the hall outside of the studio, and then, it is time to go on the air. I try to remember all that The Master wanted from me. He wanted the speech to not make mention of the terrorism, to mention the new policy towards elves, and to remind people to take precautions for their health.
With these things in mind, I begin my speech.
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I am speaking to you today because of an issue of public health. It is flu season, which means that many people are suffering from the flu. This year's strain is more aggressive than the last few years. Therefore, on behalf of the Manalists, I would like to remind you of how you can stay healthy this season. After all, your health is your responsibility.
For starters, wash hands frequently and avoid touching your face. If you have a cough, please wear a mask to prevent the spread of germs. If you have flu symptoms, please avoid contact with others.
To prevent the spread of the flu, travel may be restricted in some areas. Many places have shut down teleportation booths. Travel will resume soon, I assure you.
Also, The Master has determined that elves are an enemy of Father Manala. They have long enjoyed weak things such as music, art, and nature. They are known to be frail and sensitive. Because of this, they are hated by Father Manala. The Master has decided that it is time for them to pay for their weakness. So, all elves should be turned over to the nearest Manalist temple to atone for their weakness. Elves who work for the Temples should report to the Inquisitor so it can be determined if they are Blessed or not."
"Thank you and have a nice day."
I smile and that ends my broadcast.
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Momo Kurokawa
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Head of Intelligent Design
?No object is so beautiful that, under certain conditions, it will not look ugly.?-Oscar Wilde
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Post by Momo Kurokawa on Mar 18, 2010 4:14:27 GMT -5
Momo finishes up some work and decides to take a lunch break. She has closed off Japan and sent sick people to a quarantine zone in South Korea. This has slowed the spread of the disease. She also received a small shipment of anti viral drugs and vaccines from Artz Lehrer. She vaccinates herself and a few key staff, but saves a little extra in case there is anyone she forgot. She also gives some anti viral drugs to some important scientists.
With everything under control, work on the Eyes of God continues as well as work on Spideroids. The company is still able to meet the demand, but barely. They have reduced production in other areas to meet the demand for a few key products.
Reflecting on all of this, Momo helps herself to a whale meat sandwich. This is one of her favorites, other than Smeet.
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Post by Amelia 20 on Mar 18, 2010 4:25:07 GMT -5
When everyone takes up different tasks related to the capture of Dinari Dollar, Amelia 20 decides that she will try to find Salome clothes that are suitable for her pie delivery company. So, following after Bonifaz, Amelia sets off to learn more about the community they are in and see if she can find a skirt or at least some materials.
Amelia wanders around and finds run down businesses, wrecked homes, rusted cars, and other signs that life was once here, but no sign of anyone.
As she wanders, she finally comes across an old woman standing on the porch of one of the houses.
"Hello. Is anyone else in this town?" Amelia asks the old lady. The old lady seems afraid. She freezes and can't speak.
"Do not be afraid of me. I am not here to hurt you. I am just ...looking to buy some clothes..."
The woman looks shocked and confused for a moment. "Well, your a long ways from a store." She finally answers. Amelia doesn't know how to react. "Does anyone else live here?" Amelia asks again.
"It's none of your bee's wax." The lady replies and this time stands up. She puts her hands on her hips and tries to look more intimidating.
Since the woman is being difficult, Amelia decides to enter the house. The old woman protests, but there is nothing she can do to stop the pink haired android from entering. The old woman follows after Amelia as the android starts digging through her clothes.
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