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Post by marsatacker on May 26, 2008 22:55:37 GMT -5
Turning to face the wall of vines, he frowns slightly to see that not even the angel followed him by going over it. Anti-drug committee? great... so they're after me again. He sighed as he started to scale the wall, quickly taking a brief glance over the edge once he reached the top to see that the android had wandered off but the angel was still there with the girl, and hilja was probably still within the alleyway nearby.Great, he's telling the girl I have some disease... bastard.... Standing up ontop of the vined wall, attis stared down at the pair for a few moments.
"I dont feel like going back there just yet, however... . Yo Bird-boy, Go get yourself shot... Im sure that'd be better for everyone then having you chase me around... And for your information, I dont have any diseases, however Im sure that there is a reason that the bird-flu has been spreading around here... guess I know the reason now"
Turning once he was done addressing the angel, Attis quickly sped off across the rooftops of a few buildings before tossing as smoke bomb and dropping down into the alleys to lose any trails of himself.
((sry folk's, got to go.... )
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Post by Thoren Danielsen on May 26, 2008 23:02:06 GMT -5
"That irritating fox is no one's friend. He exists only for himself." Thoren shouts. He then looks at Bambi and continues, "That fox is really Attis Svaboda, he is a forest demon able to assume the form of an animal fox." Thoren makes a disguested face, "He's a wanted man, on account of excessive drug use."
Thoren pauses his lecture to hear Attis' verbal assault. Thoren sighs, looks at the ground and whispers to himself, "Soon Attis, you'll be rotting away in jain where you belong."
Thoren then turns his attention back to Bambi and asks, "I understand he was in his fox form, but did you get any information on where he might be headed?"
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Post by Hilja Kukkanen/Sasha Pisarev on May 26, 2008 23:04:56 GMT -5
"Well, I am working on it. I work three jobs. I just have a lot of expenses right now. But, I think it will work out. I heard that Genetech is doing ...a worker program. That you can donate eggs for their worker program. Maybe I could make some money doing that and these debt problems would be solved." I reply cheerfully, but I am very shy about talking about credit problems. It makes me feel ashamed.
Then I listen to what the angel says about Attis and his drug problem. That worries me a little since I really don't care much for drug use. I worry about Attis' health, since I would hate for him to do something destructive like that.
"Oh...you know..it is neat that you are an angel. Calithin my boss is an angel, but I have never seen his wings or anything like that. I have only seen religious art of him.."
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Post by Bambi Engel on May 26, 2008 23:13:03 GMT -5
Bambi shook her head in reply to the angel's inquiries before Attis insults him from a building top. She resists the urge to laugh, biting her bottom lip to keep it in. She nods in sympathy. "I'm sorry, I hope you do get these problems worked out. If you need help, why don't you give me a call? I understand how difficult life can be to a person."
She says while digging through her purse, pulling out a Global Bank business card. After a moment of pondering, she jots her number onto the back. This certainly was a day. "I hope you don't overwork yourself, though I bet it's better than meeting another creditor..." She mummers the last bit more to herself.
Truthfully, she certainly had never seen an angel before either, but she didn't want to gape in amazement at his wings or anything.
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Post by Thoren Danielsen on May 26, 2008 23:13:16 GMT -5
"Calithin Crest? Ah yes, I am aware of him." Thoren snickers, "Then again, who doesn't know HIM. Although I doubt he is aware of me. Despite my status as an angel, I really only amount to a glorified police officer. I like to keep a lower profile. Anyway, if you two are safe and sound, and without any contraband, I'll be on my way."
Thoren half-salutes the two women before once again taking to the air.
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Post by Hilja Kukkanen/Sasha Pisarev on May 26, 2008 23:16:00 GMT -5
People come and go so quickly, and it always makes me feel a little upset, since I rarely get to know anyone. I take Bambi's card. It is getting late and I imagine that Kasper made it back, but I should check on him anyway.
I read the card and see that her name is Bambi Engel. "Thanks Bambi. Well, have a good day.." I say to her. I wave then walk off in my own direction to home.
When I arrive, Kasper is fine and I feel relieved to have survived such an eventful evening!
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Post by Bambi Engel on May 26, 2008 23:24:09 GMT -5
Bambi nods with a smile and waves goodbye to Hilja before starting to walk the way she had came. She isn't sure whether she enjoys the direction her life seems to be heading now with all these new experiences. She was just so used to sitting behind a screen, safely away from the world... She chews on her bottom lip as she thinks, something that seemed to be becoming a habit. Glancing down at her dress, she figures she'd rather have it roughed up than her business suit.
Taking the same teleportation booth home, she walks back into her apartment, pulling her hair down. After brushing her hair and changing into one of the large t-shirts she often used as night clothes, she grabbed some ice cream and plopped onto the couch. A few moments pass by before she gets up to fetch the baseball bat that rested next to her bed to bring it out to the couch with her.
What can she say? Knowing angels and people altered by Genetech were all too real didn't help her nerves.
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Post by Peter "Levitas" Barak on May 26, 2008 23:24:57 GMT -5
Peter stepped out of the Allmart central building and onto the vast lawns. He'd outlined his plan to Tuvi but only in a vague way. He trusted her for the most part but this was something he didn't want to say outloud yet. Besides, he couldn't put it into motion just yet. But soon.
Right now however... he slides his hand into his pocket and pulls out the Global Bank card with a certain woman's number on it and dials it.
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Post by Bambi Engel on May 26, 2008 23:33:27 GMT -5
Bambi jumped, the scoop of ice cream she had been about slide into her mouth falling onto the floor along with the spoon. "Oh dammit!" She cursed, grabbing toward her phone that sat on the coffee table in front of her. It was a number she didn't recognize, and if it was for another stupid thing she didn't need, someone was in for a fit of rage. She could have a nasty attitude when she wanted to.
Flipping it open as she tried to scoop the ice cream off the floor and back into the carton with one hand, she opened her mouth to speak in an annoyed tone. "Hel-" A crush in the background, "... -lo?" She finished, sounding defeated. She had painfully bumped into her coffee table and sent the entire carton upturned onto the floor.
Okay, this was the last time she would eat anywhere but the kitchen! She knew the silent vow was going to be broken just like the one before it, though...
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Post by Peter "Levitas" Barak on May 26, 2008 23:46:44 GMT -5
Peter was silent for a moment after the answer. He'd never heard a crash over the phone before...
"Ms. Engel," he said with certainty, "This is Peter Barak, from Allmart. You gave me your number after our meeting. I'd like to put some project funding requests into motion, if you have a few moments..."
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Post by Bambi Engel on May 26, 2008 23:56:06 GMT -5
"Oh! I apologize, I didn't recognize the number and assumed... Ah, well," Bambi quickly stood, frowning at the melting ice cream. Oh well, the white would blend in with the carpet even if it stained. "I'm not at my office currently, but I'm sure I have some blank documents around or something.. But yes, just a moment." She carefully stepped around the gob on the floor, heading across the living room.
Sitting Indian style on the floor, she pulled her file folders onto her lap and grabbed a spare pen. She took a deep breath, trying to gather her wits and not sound like an airhead. "I'm sorry for the wait, I just had to find my folders and such..." She couldn't believe she had entirely forgotten that Peter would be likely to call her that night or the next day.
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Post by Jack Kruschev on May 26, 2008 23:58:31 GMT -5
Anthony watched as his last few plants died in the growing vats.
Why won't it work, he wondered.
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Post by Peter "Levitas" Barak on May 27, 2008 0:01:39 GMT -5
"Well, it doesn't have to be right this moment if your busy. I'm quite close to the facilities' T-Booth, I'd be more than happy to meet you someplace in person." It would be easier to finish any forms in person. Besides... he couldn't chase her own the phone. Not properly anyhow. He could do a decent job with just his voice, he was sure, but to play the game for real required a more... solid presence.
"I'd be more than happy to take you to lunch or perhaps coffee. After all, you are doing this as a favor, it's only fair that I return it." He paused, his mind wandering slightly, wondering what she was wearing right now. It wasn't a sexual wondering, not exactly. He felt... an urge to visualize the woman. To see his 'prey' in his mind's eye. "I do hope I didn't catch you in the middle of something..."
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Post by Bambi Engel on May 27, 2008 0:09:12 GMT -5
Bambi sucked in a breath, trying to calculate how she should reply. It would be much easier to do in person, and she could run to the office to get the proper files. But she'd definitely have to clean that mess up first... "I'm not really busy, I had just gotten home from an outing to Helsinki. I had actually changed for the night since my dress got a bit messed, but meeting would make this all much easier."
She wished she didn't usually blurt out everything when someone asked her a question or to assure them of something. "You really don't need to take me out anywhere though, since I did this as a favor for ruining your chair set within that room in less than a few moments. If you did that, then I'd just owe you another favor."
Placing the files and pen back down, she went to get a towel and some cleaning supplies while she continued speaking. "Either way, I could always just change again. Would you prefer to settle this tonight, or wait until tomorrow?" She then suddenly remembered Mr. Vayne's request. "Oh, I just remembered, Mr. Vayne inquired about you today. He said he wished to speak with you."
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Post by Peter "Levitas" Barak on May 27, 2008 0:23:24 GMT -5
"I find it's best to get thing taken care of as they come up," he replied, smiling. He had her closer, stalking just a little closer. But he wasn't going to pounce, he had to scare her, chase. It was beginning to frustrate him that though he could, at time, taste the fear and suspence in her, she wasn't running. It was twisting him around quite badly.
He stored the information she imparted about her trip, could be useful at another time perhaps. "Where would you like me to meet you and what do I need to bring and..."
He stopped as the words sank into his mind. Vayne... Alrick wanted to talk to him? They hadn't spoke for a long time...
"That's... excellent," he said, hearing the strain in his own voice, "I can get his number from you, yes?"
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