Chapter 3: Every Heart is a Revolutionary Cell

[Jumala Keitoleinen]

Linnea has now been missing for several days. Keitoleinen becomes more and more worried. He wonders if maybe the Manalists got her for being Christian. He wonders if maybe The Wrath got her for being an angel. He paces around his office and is starting to feel upset about the whole thing. He is feeling so angry that he decides that he is going to create a terrible storm over Finland and will not let up until Linnea is returned.

And so, the skies over Finland fill with dark clouds and it starts to rain and hail. There are strong winds. Winds strong enough to take shingles off of homes or to knock over some trees. The wind, rain, and bouts of hail continue throughout the day.

[††Venice "Cephrien" Ashgrove††]

Venice raised his brows when the person infront of him had disappeared so suddenly.. He lowered his gun and slipped it back into his coat.. He knew that there was something.. 'Strange' about that man..

There wasn't anything he could do at that point but move through the chaos of the Cuban city and serach for more information.. an hour or two in, his cellphone began to vibrate. Quickly, he took it out and flipped it open.. a message from one of his fellow I.H. Assassins. Ceph and Sidapa had been assigned on missions together before, so they were familiar with each other.

His fingers began to run along the buttons as he typed a text message to Sidapa.

'Where are you right now?' He left that question so that they could meet up somewhere.

[Sidapa Amparo]

"In Havana, by Large Green Grocery Store." Sidapa texts back. It is very warm out, and although Sidapa is used to warm weather, he finds himself melting in the sun. He remains in the shaded alley between the grocery store and a run down apartment building while he waits for Venice.

[Nadi Shaynan]

Nadi walks throw the rain, heal and winds that came out of the blue into this new city not knowing any thing much about it she wonders around sins she had no clines at this time she had nothing much to do but she did have an craving to kill some ting she had not killed anything for 15 days and for her that was unusual see on how she would normally kill on a daily base’s but sins she didn’t have any clines to kill for she didn’t really have a reason to kill anyone but still in the middle of her guts she still had that caving to kill some thing she just needed one little thing to kill but she didn’t know what or who to make a target then out of the blue again her cell phone rang she sighed opening the phone then saying “hello?” in a motionless voices when she hared the voice saying some thing about her wining some ting she tot to her self * not this again…. I thought I hanged up on this guy 100 time already…” the hanging up the phone continuing to wonder around the city now feeling a bit bored

[Bambi Engel]

((No need to apologize, I think I suffer the same with my own post.))

"Heh, I suppose that's true..." Bambi replies idly at his poor substitute comment, proud of herself that she hadn't fallen or anything of the sort yet. When they enter the hallway, the buzzing noise doesn't bother her too much, though she wonders what was causing it. Once they enter the room, however, she reminds herself to breathe. It was a very beautiful room. Her apartment looked like a classless dump compared to it.

Peter's voice brings her back to current matters as she quickly composes herself. She didn't want to stand there gaping like a fool, even if the room was one of the most impressive sights she had ever actually seen. Taking a seat, she rests her folder on her lap. Despite her attempt at restraint, her eyes still dart around more than usual. As he begun to speak again, she tried her best to seem as if she was focusing on him. She hadn't actually been fully aware of all the matters, but she assumed it was all in her folder.

As her eyes wandered once more to the lovely sight outside of the window, she felt tingles run down her spine and her eyes instantly snapped back to Peter's face. She shifted nervously as a "fight or flight" instinct begun to arise, though it was a silly notion. Her muscles tensed, more blood circulating to her limbs to give her more speed if she took off. She was sure she could find the way out, her paranoia had its uses. No matter where she was, she always knew of at least one exit and the possible pros and cons of her environment should she need it.

The table was an obstacle, but her boots should be able to grip the slippery surface well enough. She did wear them for a reason instead of heels like usual "buisness" type women did. She was sure there was no possible way she could take this man in physical combat. If she could outrun him, however... but if he got a hold of her, she was done for-

Bambi quickly begun trying to calm her nerves, realizing how silly she was being. But, for a moment there, the expression on his face... His question was a welcome distraction, though at the first sound of his voice, her muscles tensed once more. This was simply ridiculous. He had been very pleasant since first speaking to her. "Ahh, Mr. Vayne. He's doing well, I believe. I spoke with him just last night, working late. I usually don't run so late, myself, but...-"

She caught herself, but it was too late to reform the statement she was going to make. And if she lied, she knew he'd be able to tell. Well, it's not like the truth was all that bad. Better the truth than to lie and make a bad impression. "I had come to Florida near the end of my work shift, planning to come by then. However, I got... well, distracted. I've never been here before. I usually prefer... familiar surroundings. And well, I've always imagined what it looked like here. It's more beautiful than I imagined."

When she realized she had actually been gazing at solely him since her eyes had snapped to his face, she quickly adverted her gaze to the window. She forced a nervous smile and shifted once more.

[Alrick Vayne - The Void]

To Bonifaz

"Sir, there's a man here to see you."

Adjusting his glasses, Alrick quickly shuffled his papers and adjusted his desk, before walking out to meet the man. He hadn't scheduled an appointment, but whenever he could Alrick always made a point of seeing anyone who wished to see him. That ability was becoming scarcer of late, but the man happened to have impeccable timing.

"Hello there," Alrick said, approaching Bonifaz. "I'm the manager here, Alrick Vayne. Pleased to meet you Mr...?"

[Peter "Levitas" Barak]

((Awesome, I love long posts.))

"Yes," Peter agreed slowly, making sure to keep his smile in place, "It is quite lovely around here." He gestured towards the windows, turning to face outside as he did. "Of course the beauty extends only so far at present. But that changes with each passing day. We are slowly reclaiming the land and before long I believe that we'll have the whole of Florida cleared and then it is onwards and upwards."

Peter redirected his attention, turning back to Bambi. "But enough ideal, chat, I think. We should begin conducting business or we'll be here simply all day." He leaned forward, his chair rolling closer to Bambi's and adjusted his glasses so they properly covered his eyes (they had begun to slip down his nose), "So, let's get to that paperwork or whatever it is that you need done, shall we?"

[Tuesday DeCastro]

Surprisingly enough, Tuesday wasn't at all curious or alarmed when Alexei up and left. She had actually been expecting that for quite a while. She knew her questions were sometimes a little harsh, and even hard to answer truthfully, and she assumed that that was the reason he left so abruptly.

She poured some non-dairy cream into her mug, and added several lumps of sugar, stirring slowly as she pondered what he had said. Tuesday wasn't ignorant, she knew she wasn't the only person in the world who disagreed with the Manalist beliefs, there were secret groups all over the world, the Socialist Revolution, which she was active in, being one of them. Lifting the mug to her lips, she blew across it, sending ripples across the piping hot liquid before taking a sip. Alexei had a lot more to hide and she knew he did, she half wanted to know what it was.

She looked outside the window to her left, observing the warm streets of Cuba. This certainly was a city consisting of mostly people who would be considered Cursed. In fact numerous inhabitants of the world are considered Cursed by the followers of Father Manala.

She thought a little longer as she drank her coffee. What was her point in being in Cuba? There wasn't really anything here for her. She'd heard of some Socialists in Helsinki, or at least what used to be Helsinki before nations and government ceased to exist. It struck her as ironic, how something that was supposed to bring the world together actually did just the opposite, caused chaos and destruction, and began to tear the world apart.

Perhaps Helsinki would be a good place to start. She still had the passcode she had gotten while she was still living with her parents and attending a Manalist temple. She paid for hers and Alexei's drinks and left the coffee shop. Finding a teleportation booth she sent herself to Helesinki, within moments, she had arrived.

With nothing better to do, she began to walk, perhaps she would run into someone else, or even better a place to stay and get some rest as she hadn't slept much in what seemed like days.

[Calithin Crest]

((To Tuesday.))
Any business man knows that the value of good press cannot be over looked to running a successful company. The first step to getting noticed is getting mentioned and although the company is financially set at the moment, in the turbulent world of economics this could easily change. It's always good to keep yourself in the forefront of people's minds.

With technology advancing at such a rate alternate energy sources are a very real possibility and thus a very real threat to Crest Mining. We must keep people believing that the service our company provides is the absolute most efficient, and the absolute best that there can be.

Thus, I want an article written about the construction of our new mines in Central/South American and the direction in which our company is headed... I have my secretary get me the number of a free lance journalist who may be persuaded to write the piece. I dial her number and pace around my office as the phone rings...

[Bambi Engel]

After a moment, Bambi nodded and cast her gaze downward. Flipping through the folder, she was relieved to see the files he had spoken of were there. She had a few friends at the bank despite her lack of social conduct, and she was used to a computer, not meeting with clients. As he leaned forward, moving closer, she resisted the urge to scoot back. Her eyes followed the movement of his fingers moving his glasses up. Her own glasses weren't very properly placed, but she wasn't going to copy his movements.

"Yes, yes... I agree. I believe you just need to sign some things and fill out a few files if I'm not mistaken. They're pretty self-explanatory." She placed a few files and some empty forms on the table from her folder, glancing them over. Seemed more or less what was required to sign the deeds officially over to All Mart via Global Bank and all that business. He didn't seem like the type to ask her to fill the forms out for him like Calithin had.

She promptly pulled a pen from her purse and set it down on the table on top of the papers before gesturing to the lot. "It seems like a lot, but it really shouldn't take too much of your time. I'd hate to waste either of our time, Mr. Barak, as we're both busy people." She crossed her legs at the half lie, giving her an excuse to lean back. Part of her discomfort came from the lie, the other part she assumed was from their close proximity.

Despite the strange emotions of "prey" she had felt earlier though, there was still an underlying urge of... something. Something that had nothing to do with fleeing. She couldn't quite place it. What she did know was that her curiosity was aroused greatly by this man, not to mention he probably knew many things about America. Perhaps that was all the urge was, to discover, to sastify her curiosity.

[Tristan Tuzanic]

To Nadi

Tristan spent some time watching the Mellona residence. He noticed that Lucia seemed to be at home most of the day whereas her husband didn't return home until the evening. He would pay them a visit tomorrow during dinner time then. Until then, he would wait or maybe explore his other mission.

He leaves the street that Lucia lived on and starts walking. It is raining now and even hailing off and on. It makes him feel perfectly miserable. That is...until he spots an attractive elf woman. She seems upset, but then so is he so they have something in common. He walks right up to her.

"Hey darling, you look a little glum. This rain got you down or is it something else?" He asks the elf woman.

[Bonifaz Artz-Lehrer]

"Mr. Artz Lehrer, but you can spare the formalities and call me Bonifaz." Bonifaz says to the man. He extends to shake. He eyes the bank staff cautiously, for some reason feeling that they are judging him or that he has reason to be guarded.

He casts his gaze back on Alrick and makes an attempt at a friendly half smile. "I am here on behalf of the Artz Lehrer Pharmaceutical company, which my father owns. We are looking to buy some land in Hungay." Bonifaz states. They will have to negotiate that with Hungarian farmers, Manalists, and land owners, but with enough money they should get what they want.

"I went to you specifically, since, we are not on good terms with the Manalists and the Anti Drug Commission...and, we would like to keep these financial dealings private if possible."

[Peter "Levitas" Barak]

Peter fought the urge to lean forward as Bambi leaned back, increasing the distance between them. It would be unwise to cause any sort of problems with an individual representing an organization as important as the Global Bank (he had plans that required he bank in the future, best to keep things as smooth as possible).

Just the same he was feeling excellerated by this little game of cat and mouse that seemed to be emerging from their conversation. It was something new, really. He knew the way people thought in the normal sense and he was fairly adept at reading actions but this compulsion to follow gut urges was different. It wasn't as aware as his normal social manuvers. It felt like he was using his brain to do one thing while his body was attempting a whole seperate design.

For the present, however, his brain retained control and he allowed Ms. Engel to slip a little farther away.

Peter picked up the pen and slowly began looking over the papers. It was difficult to read in some places because of his glasses but he was more willing to struggle with the wording than to reveal his eyes... for the moment. The game was still being played, every move counted.

He was allowing her too much advantage at the moment, his brain cut in. This social match was unbalanced by the physical one, he needed to reclaim some manuvering space and that meant opening discussion. "Is a declaration of intent really nessisary?" He asked, picking a section of the current page at random. It didn't matter what he argued about, just that he did.

The fairly minor contract element required the signee to declare what they intended to do with the resources. He had no idea why there was one, he'd never gone through business law or anything of the like. Hell, he needed a few moment to sound of 'de-clar-ation' in his head so he was sure he had it right. Written words and numbers weren't really his field of play.

"I mean, with such a large amount of property, it would be rather... cumbersome to specify it all, yes?"

[Tuesday DeCastro]

As Tuesday is walking, her phone begins to ring, she pulls it out of her purse and checks the screen. Its a number that is unfamiliar to her.

Nonetheless she flips her phone open and hits talk, putting it to her ear.

"Hello?" she says into the speaker.

[Jack Kruschev]

Anthony got up and wrote all over his walls "Father Manala does not exist. Father manala is a fake. Manala is gone!!!" over and over agian.

"This is madness," he muttered. He grabbed nearby newspapers and began to cover the writing up as fast as he could.