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Post by Seiji Usagi on Jul 4, 2005 2:21:32 GMT -5
He follows Rei out of the room and through the narrow hall of the hotel. He bumps into a maid, but doesn't bother to say that he is sorry. When they are outside, he follows her along, back to her aircraft. "Everyone is different, and you would be a lot happier if you accepted that. I accept the fact that you believe what you believe, even if I don't agree with it. It is you who is hostile and misunderstanding towards me." He says.
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Post by Rei "Zero" Usagi on Jul 4, 2005 2:26:24 GMT -5
"I accept that people are different, I just don't accept that everyone is equally right. What about street criminals? You think they're justified in pillaging and murdering?" I don't even bother respoinding to the second part, and I justify it to myself by saing to myself that I was too busy smoking. We reach the stairs to the plane and walk up into the cargo deck. "Okay, just one more flight of steps."
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Post by Seiji Usagi on Jul 4, 2005 2:33:20 GMT -5
"I see that you have difficulty understanding this." He replies evenly.
"Absolute and certain truth is unobtainable. I make no distinction between the life of a terrorist and the life of you or I, since you or I could be terrorists of another sort, you, more so than I, since I simply do office work."
"And in context, maybe some criminals are justified in killing and pillaging." He suggests.
"There are no absolutes, it is as simple of that. That is the core of my belief system."
He steps up the stairs and greets the counter terrorist force dwelling in the plane.
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Post by Rei "Zero" Usagi on Jul 4, 2005 2:36:06 GMT -5
I seethe as we walk into the fore-cabin where the others are having lunch. "You just don't get it, sentimental asshole..." I growl to myself while he's not paying attention.
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Post by Seiji Usagi on Jul 4, 2005 2:38:27 GMT -5
"I would rather you not insult me. I try not to insult you. Maybe you don't get it, or maybe we both don't get it. You are too hostile again. Is it your time of the month?"
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Post by Rei "Zero" Usagi on Jul 4, 2005 2:51:30 GMT -5
My face all but flashes red, and I have to stop myself from walking over and removing his head. "That's none of your fucking business." I say sternly, trying hard not to blow my top. "Why don't we both just shut up about it for now."
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Post by Seiji Usagi on Jul 4, 2005 2:54:12 GMT -5
"My my, strong language. Tisk." He says steps towards the only person on the plane who isn't asleep. He looks like a quaint country boy. "Hello, I am Seiji Usagi. I am Rei's twin brother. I am General Kolov's assistant." He replies and shakes Mischa's hand.
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Post by Rei "Zero" Usagi on Jul 4, 2005 2:55:49 GMT -5
I growl and sit down, and light a cigarette off the butt of the one I just finished and look longingly at the coffee pot. I'll deal with my brother later.
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Post by Henna Toivonen on Jul 4, 2005 2:57:07 GMT -5
I arrive back at the hotel before too long, carrying some food and supplies for the next couple of days. As agreed I gently shake Bassarov's shoulder to wake him up.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jul 4, 2005 2:59:19 GMT -5
Bassarov wakes up and touches her hand. He actually had been up earlier while she was away, but wanted to appear to be resting when she returned. He sits up and looks over to her. "I feel better now. Whatever was wrong with my stomach passed. Maybe it was stress or lack of sleep." He strokes her hand and looks into her dark eyes.
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Post by Seiji Usagi on Jul 4, 2005 3:01:56 GMT -5
"That's right, but don't let the fact that we are related taint you towards me. I am nothing at all like her." He says. "I don't mean that as an insult to Rei. It is simply that we are nothing alike." He corrects himself so he does not appear to be an ass. The air on the plane is a little dry and stale and he is hit with a spell of coughing. He has always had respiratory troubles.
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Post by Henna Toivonen on Jul 4, 2005 3:10:24 GMT -5
I let him hold and stroke my hand, it does feel good and it obviously pleases him. "I had to go pick up some books, and I'm glad you're feeling better now. So just who are your friends now? You always used to hang out with those same two guys, Petrov and Ivan I think it was..."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jul 4, 2005 3:15:08 GMT -5
He lets go of her hand, feeling a little timid or out of place. At the same time he feels an intense longing to touch her and kiss her.
"Well, Lysander and Sakari are my closest friends." He replies. "But there are also Alejos, Jose, Helene, Selja..." He trails off. He thinks of Selja.
"I think you remember Selja. She went to Helsinki University. She and I became closer friends after you...I mean, after things grew apart between us." He says. Selja was a bit of a rebound for him. He was hurt by what Henna did.
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Post by Henna Toivonen on Jul 4, 2005 3:23:01 GMT -5
"Yeah I remember her. She had a sharp mind but wasn't very good at applying it. And she must've had three boyfriends in the semester. She never did have good luck with guys." I say. "I take it she had better luck with you?"
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jul 4, 2005 4:25:13 GMT -5
"We were friends." He says, feeling somewhat uncomfortable about the topic. "I don't think she had good luck with me at all. I think she would have been better off never having met me. But, I don't feel too inclined to talk about that." He replies.
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