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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Mar 7, 2005 16:37:59 GMT -5
New thread (this is the).
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Mar 8, 2005 20:30:38 GMT -5
Sakari takes a seat, after ordering some chamomile tea. Coffee is probably the last thing he needs right now, and he never cared much for caffiene anyways.
"I know how that goes. It sucks being an anti-social socialist sometimes. So why are you anti-vanguard? To me, it seems that interacting in any way with the masses is playing a vanguard role." I say, immediately striking up the conversation.
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Mar 8, 2005 20:34:19 GMT -5
"The power of the masses is not something to be controlled. We want to preserve the spontaneous nature of the revolution. Prodding the massing or forced revolution will not grow or will grow into something sick." Sie replies.
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on Mar 8, 2005 20:37:03 GMT -5
Bassarov and I sit down at a table near Sakari's. I order a moccha cuppachino. "So how long has it been Valodya Bassarov? Six months? I missed you..."
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Mar 8, 2005 20:38:08 GMT -5
Sakari nods, and sips his tea.
"Yeah but, when the masses rise up, they need professional revolutionaries who have collected the lessons of history to point them in the right direction, so they don't have to re invent the wheel every time." I reply.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Mar 8, 2005 20:38:38 GMT -5
"That long? I'm sorry I really have been busy. How are classes going?"
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on Mar 8, 2005 20:42:34 GMT -5
"Pretty good. We're studying programmible micro-controllers right now. Neat little gizmos, they make it so one machine that needs three operators can work on it's own." I try to explain.
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Mar 8, 2005 20:42:45 GMT -5
"People need to learn on their own through their own experiences. Even if they make mistakes, at least those mistakes will be their own....not something grafted upon them by a class of revolutionaries." Cambridge replies to Sakari.
"Who is your friend? The girl he is talking to is attractive. Do you know anything about her?" Sie says distractedly.
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Post by kasimir on Mar 8, 2005 20:45:13 GMT -5
Frigga knelt near Heikki, placing her hand on his shoulder. Kasimir pressed the gun into his forehead.
"Kasimir," She said, placing her hand on the gun. "Look at the man." She motioned at Heikki, his body broken. "He's in no condition to do anything, he probably can't he even walk."
Kasimir set the gun down, looking down at the pathetic state of Heikki.
"I feel like we are wasting our time here," He said, motioning towards Heikki. "Returning here was a big enough mistake."
"I don't need your advice, Kasimir." Frigga returned coldly. She returned to Heikki, tearing off pieces of clothing and patching him up where he bled. Kasimir looked down into the man's eyes, as they came into and out of consciousness. Even though Kasimir doubted that Heikki could speak German, Kasimir didn't have a choice. He stooped near Heikki, looking him in his eyes if they were open.
"Können sie umziehen?"
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Post by Sarah "Fish" Fischer on Mar 8, 2005 20:47:12 GMT -5
"Nice to meet you Toivo," Dylan says, smiling and shaking Toivo's hand. "That's a neat name!"
"Hey Adam, long time, no see. Thanks a lot for that awesome article you sent me about why so many different sorts of amphibians are endangered. It was really interesting."
((I am making a lot of typos today. Arrg.))
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Mar 8, 2005 20:47:35 GMT -5
Sakari turns his head almost as though he didn't know what Cambridge was talking about, then turns back.
"No I don't know much about her. She does a pretty poor job of hiding her crush on Valodya." I reply, playing with my tea bag.
"I like your getup by the way." Sakari says, in reference to Cambridge's clothing. He takes another sip. "It's very non-traditional."
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Post by Rei "Zero" Usagi on Mar 8, 2005 20:49:29 GMT -5
Finally the helicopter arrives. It flies in only a hundred feet off the ground, turns hard as it slows down and touches down on the helipad with practiced precision. As I walk up two men jump out and attach the refueling hoses as a third runs into the campus office to pay the fuel bill. By the time I am aboard the aircraft is fully fueled, the crew aboard and strapping themselves in. The helicopter takes off straight up and flies off into the distance.
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Mar 8, 2005 20:51:39 GMT -5
"To hell with tradition I say. I was never a very traditional g..person." Cambridge replies.
"But thanks. I like to dress this way. It is a lot of work you know...being this thin...it doesn't come naturally. The sacrifices we make to rebel against biology."
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on Mar 8, 2005 20:53:04 GMT -5
My train of thought is derailed as a large, fully armed military helicopter roars overhead, nearly blowing the dishes off the tables in the process. "JACKASS!!!" I yell out as it slows and turns in midair and then lands. I look around, and overhead spot two barely visable blue on blue shillouettes (sp?) of B-52 bombers on patrol. "This is getting serious..."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Mar 8, 2005 20:53:31 GMT -5
"Oh that's interesting." Bassarov replies.
"I've always liked Finland. I should visit Finland again some time." He says, trying to find common ground.
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