Kaitalish
Provisional Member
Leader of the Bloodspeakers
By blood be bound, by blood be destroyed.
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Post by Kaitalish on Oct 18, 2005 17:11:58 GMT -5
I see a winged girl approach me. She looks... blind?
What are you doing, foolish girl? I ask her telepathically, more for my own amusement before I kill her than anything else.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Oct 18, 2005 18:03:30 GMT -5
When Bassarov wakes up hours later, he finds himself in a cage, hanging high above the ground. He looks down and notices the Mad Hatter staring up at him. He has a terrible headache from all of this. He says nothing to the hatter and closes his eyes in discomfort.
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Post by Kaieka Sidorova on Oct 18, 2005 18:04:05 GMT -5
Unlike most of those affected by Kaschei's interruption of the time line, Kaieka does not search the streets for familiar faces. Comrades and associations mean little to her and friendship is far from her mind. Instead, she searches for any face, someone out in the night that might have wandered down an alley by themselves or gotten left behind the crowd. The art of finding the perfect casualty is quite subtle and seldom seen for the beauty that it holds. Of course, the sickly and old would be the easiest to prey upon, but that doesn't always make for the most refreshing drink. Aesthetics come into play when choosing the meal, Kaieka always has preferred looking into a handsome face over someone repulsive whilst digesting.
The streets offered little in appetizing fare.
How intolerable! Must I ransack houses or feed on curs?
In truth, Kaieka had fed on the bodies of animals before, but it was entirely distasteful and dissatisfying. She deserved better fare and wasn't about to stoop just to feel well nourished. At the same time, there were always blood banks, but Kaieka felt almost as much disdain for those establishments. There was something about the pulsing of fresh blood, the feeling of life being taken and absorbed that was almost sexual. Even thinking about the act sent her own pulse racing as she walked down the streets.
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Oct 18, 2005 18:18:29 GMT -5
Valo walks down the street in Helsinki with an oversized stack of books that he checked out from the library. He can hardly see where he is going the stack is so tall. He wanders back to his apartment, hoping that he doesn't accidently bump into anyone.
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Post by Kaieka Sidorova on Oct 18, 2005 18:23:08 GMT -5
And then, as if given by the non-existent gods themselves, someone perfect.
Kaieka walked quietly until she was right behind the young man carrying his stack of books. She couldn't quite see his face due to how very many books there were, but he looked healthy and it was always fun to mess with the bookish. When she was right behind him, she pulled down her hood, stole a book off the top of the stack by reaching around him, and spoke in his ear.
"That's an aweful lot of books, are you building a library? Using them as bricks with which to build a house of some sort?"
She flipped through the book she took. It was history, she wrinkled up her nose and tried to get a peek at his face. She could see his eyes now that the top book had been taken, they were nice eyes... very serious.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Oct 18, 2005 18:23:14 GMT -5
I wake up an undetermined amount of time later, and toss the pillow aside. It's already dark out.
"Shit..." I must've slept for over 12 hours. Vossya is going to kill me... I head into the living room, my hair disheveled, and my clothes wrinkled. I don't know what possessed me to sleep in my clothes... When I get into the living room, it's completely and utterly destroyed.
"Wonderful." I say, and shake my head. It's not like I'm not used to this sort of thing, however Valodya is missing. I wrap a jacket around my shoulders, and leave the apartment, a dark cloud of doom hanging over my frazzled hair. I don't know particularly where I'm going, but a vague sense of finding Valodya is in the back of my mind.
I roam the streets of Helsinki randomly, and hope that maybe, just maybe, some random act of terrorism will take place. Though there hasn't been any terrorism since the revolution, one can still hope.
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Oct 18, 2005 18:28:23 GMT -5
"Oh hello. Actually I am a historian... so I am doing some research. Nice of you to ask. My name is Valo." He says with politeness. The woman looks a bit frightening, and perhaps is with Red Infinity, but since he is no rebel, he tells himself he has nothing to fear.
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Post by Kaieka Sidorova on Oct 18, 2005 18:33:51 GMT -5
"A historian? Well, isn't that... interesting."
Kaieka has never been much interested in History, since she has lived through a great deal of it. She takes another book off of the stack as she places herself in front of the boy.
There is something about his eyes that look almost familiar, but, she tells herself, she has most assuredly never met him before. Still...
"You know, I've heard that the streets aren't too safe to travel alone at night. There have been tales told of evil creatures and vicious rebel groups... a person just isn't safe anywhere anymore."
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Oct 18, 2005 18:39:07 GMT -5
In the corner of my eye, I almost positively notice someone who resembles Kaieka. My heart skips a beat and I blink a few times when I make half eye contact with her, then immediately look away and keep walking. She seems busy anyways...
I keep walking, and nonchalantly lift a cigarette to my mouth. I have no lighter, but still feel more secure with something between my lips.
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The Mad "MaD" Hatter
Provisional Member
Minister of Astronomy
Would you like a cup of tea my dear?
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Post by The Mad "MaD" Hatter on Oct 18, 2005 18:40:16 GMT -5
Saber saw that Bassarov had awoken and appriched him drawing a small table near the cage. He sits down and sips his tea. "Welcome back, and welcome to Wonderland." he siped his tea and snapped his fingers. A tea cup filled with steaming tea and a saucer on a table along with a chair appeared near the end of the cage where Saber was sitting outside of it. "Do have some tea, there is a couple asprin in there so your headache will go away."
He stared at him and sipped once more. "I do enjoy tea, I hope you'll find my brand tasty...."
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Oct 18, 2005 18:40:21 GMT -5
"I'm older than I look and can take care of myself. But thanks for your concern." He says and feels that he should probably rush home...now. This woman most certainly is dangerous and he isn't inclined to stay in an unsafe situation. He walks past her, focusing on the road ahead. "Have a good night. If your interested in some good books on history I would suggest the biography on Henna Toivenen, or another one I wrote on the revolution." He says as he starts to walk off.
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Post by Rutheven Dellacroix on Oct 18, 2005 18:45:41 GMT -5
Rutheven smacked Kai
"Heh, not bad. I almsot had to get serious."
"Remember my name punk, I'm Rutheven Dellacroix."
Rutheven then left the Subway. He was tired, it was little late for him, so he wrapped himself up in his coat and hat.
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Post by Kaieka Sidorova on Oct 18, 2005 18:45:42 GMT -5
"O, I know you are probably very capable of fending off any evil attacker, but as for me, I am just a very vulnerable female feeling oh so unsafe in this dark, dark night. Since you're so confident, perhaps I can walk awhile with you... it would make me feel so much safer."
It had been awhile, but she managed to put on her most demure and innocent face and batter her eyelashes a little just for effect. She didn't know if he bought any of this, but if he made a bolt for it, she could always haul him by force into one of the many alleys and do away with him.
For a moment, something caught her eye, a familiar frame walked by at a short distance and she found a familiar loathing rising up within her... could that be... Mischa?
As long ago as it had been, Kaieka could not give up her intense hatred for the man Mischa who had stolen her love and at one point killed her with the leg of a chair... But she had once again escaped the permanence of death that time.
She returned her attention to the historian, marking the direction that Mischa had been heading.
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Oct 18, 2005 18:50:01 GMT -5
"Oh..." Valo replies and feels bad for assuming that she was up to no good. "Well sure, we can walk. I guess I could tell you a little about myself." Valo says, and feels less frightened now. "I am a historian and a nihilist. I neither support Red Infinity nor the rebels. I prefer to just...be neutral in all of this. My parents were both involved in the revolution. But I don't want you to get the wrong idea and think I sympathize with the rebels." Valo explains as they walk. He notices Mischa as well, who he knows by sight, but never bothered talking to.
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Post by Kaieka Sidorova on Oct 18, 2005 18:53:29 GMT -5
"Oh no, I would never think that. You look like a very upstanding lad. Your parents were involved in the revolution? Were they much involved? Anyone I would have heard about?"
Kaieka tries to make small talk. She likes to get to know her victims a little before ending their little lives. It makes their blood seem that much more meaningful. Her pulse was racing... getting to know them was great, but she hadn't eaten in such a long time.
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