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Post by Volodja Uljanov on Apr 22, 2015 5:03:21 GMT
Volodja was making another trip to the bar when he suddenly spotted Wolfram, pressing himself against the wall, unable to move. Seeing him so confused there, made Voloja to change his mind about getting a drink. Instead of that he wanted to get his friend out from his awkward situation, so he walked to Wolfram and said as gently as he could: "So glad that you decided to join Lady's birthday party. Most uncommon of you, indeed, but much appreciated."
"Nein, Volodja," replied Wolfram. "I thought to get some quiet time in holo room after events of today. And then I discovered that all of you are here, so...please accompany me back to my cabin. Ist es besser, ich gehe nach Hause, Volodja."
"Too late, Wolfram, they spotted us already. And they are good people. I know it's a shocking experience for you, but sooner or later you have to face all of us. Accidentally it happened sooner and now there is no way back. So here is what we are going to do: First we will change your lab coat to something more suitable for the party. Then I settle you down into a quiet table. where you can safely observe us without getting disturbed. That gives you an opportunity to adjust yourself with having more people around. I know, I am merciless, but it's for your own good."
And Volodja took Wolfram to a cabin, holding his sleeve, so old man could fit in better. At moment he looked like a mad scientist, who got lost on the beach party. But when he saw their choice of clothing, his mind got busy picking up a costume. Last time he wore one of those...too long time ago. And now he can do it again...
After changing Wolfram didn't looked like a mad scientist any more. In his navy blue double breasted blazer, full Windsor knotted wide tie and light grey trousers, he reminded elderly playboy who just had a shipwreck with his yacht near the beach party and after getting safely to ashore, decided to join in, despite of having a little shock. Sometimes clothes make the man, indeed. Especially when you look into a mirror and like, what you see. Volodja escorted Wolfram into separated table and provided him with enough drinks and after keeping him company for awhile, moved on, promising to check on Wolfram from tome to time.
Next he bumped in with Dr. Orion, who was wobbling around on his short feet, looking somewhat lost in his colourful Hawaiian shirt, beige knee long shorts, flip flops and white panama hat (influence of beach movies, Volodja assumed), and devilish grin appeared to Volodja's handsome face, when he got a sudden idea about making party more carefree for him. Perfect time to introduce two brilliant minds and somehow nervous and uneasy natures to each other. And if those two will start to get along, his baby sitter job becomes much easier. Plus...they have to work together on saving Erika's children soon, so their first meeting will happen sooner than he expected. But this is good, because it gives them time to get used with each other. So he manoeuvred Dr. Orion into Wolfram's table, introduced them to each other and with slight hint of amusement in his brown eyes, observed their first clumsy attempts to interact. Then he was ready to move on again, hoping that two elderly gentlemen will find something to talk about.
Soon he was leaning on abar counter and had a cocktail glass in his hand, busy talking with Chloe, who wore lovely green sarong, although it seemed to be...about two sizes two small, so manly imagination didn't had much trouble picturing, how Chloe would look like without it. Voloja had to admire her skills, because half covered secrets are usually more....stimulating, than revealing bare truth right away.
Chloe blessed him with a long look from her beautiful green eyes and seemed to be busy with undressing Volodja mentally. At least it looked like that she was doing it, judging that her glance turned foggy again when she raised her pale hand to play with her red hair, so her already tight sarong became tighter around her bust and lifted slightly to reveal her long legs even more. Volodja choose strategic retreat right away, and after making compliments about Chloe's appearance and her choice of clothes and kissing her on a cheek, pulled himself into safe distance. Dance floor seemed to be more suitable place for him, although he had to dance alone, but that was pretty OK...
Meanwhile Sophie enjoyed her virtual freedom at full scale. She wanted to use every opportunity to experience the world she could actually feel. While Wolfram and Volodja were in Monaco, she made a quick city tour and enjoyed it very much. In Paris she quietly observed it's wonders, knowing that Sandy and Volodja needed privacy and she would have been a fifth wheel. But now she was on her own, so she walked on on shoreline, feeling sensation of ocean water splashing her long legs and smell of salty air on her nostrils. She even tried couple of colourful drinks with tiny umbrellas just for an experience, because she knew in theory how to mix them, but did not had a slightest idea about their taste. Seeing Dinara, who was looking for a company, she stormed to her, gave her a quick hug and said: "Love the dress, sis." After that Sophie grabbed Dinara's hand and dragged her to the dance floor, declaring: "Girl's night out, so we are going to have some fun, like you wanted!" Soon after that they were busy dancing and laughing and feeling good.
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Post by Erika Widowmaker on Apr 23, 2015 4:51:57 GMT
Erika Widowmaker sat at the table uncomfortably dressed in the green sarong that brought out the color of her eyes, much preferring her military fatigues. She watched Lady and Atticus dancing close to a slow dance. staring lovingly into each other's eyes. Despite the great differences in their heights, he at times during the dance kissing the top of her head, they appeared so natural and, more importantly, happy together that it made her smile. Her wide jade eyes glanced at the water, noticing something - or someone - coming closer on the horizon, riding a large wave on what appeared to be a large board of some kind. Erika narrowed her eyes, shading then with a clay brown hand as she stared intently at the figure. The others had also noticed the shapely figure on the surfboard, as Belle sat forward in her blue trimmed white sarong with the red flowers looking intently with large blue diamond eyes at the shapely young woman in the orange one piece bathing suit expertly riding the curling wave on a surfboard, then angling it all the way to shore. "What is that?" Asked Brody, his pale forefinger pushing his dark rimmed glasses back up his beak-like nose and spilling a little of his brightly colored drink onto his even more brightly colored Hawaiian shirt. "That my boy," Said Alfred with a bemused smile as he puffed on his pipe, looking elegant in his white suit with a white shirt and a white silk tie, "Is called making an entrance."  Sandy expertly placed her surfboard into the sand so that it was propped up there, revealing that she had done so often in the past. She swung her blond pony tail around, her tan hand squeezing the sea water out of it, but also revealing the large yellow flower behind her left ear. Under Hawaiian tradition, if you wear a flower behind your left ear, it means you are married, taken, have a significant other, or maybe you just don't want anyone bothering you! If you wear a flower behind your right ear, it means you are single, available, and approachable. Brody, of course, knew none of this, and almost knocked over his chair rushing to the side of the newly arrived vision of loveliness. "You must be angel that has fallen from Heaven," Said Brody using a tired old pickup line he had read in a book about meeting women, then continued with a goofy smile, "Would like to dance?" Sandy grinned while gritting her teeth, trying to figure how to say "No" gracefully to the oblivious gangly young man without hurting his feelings, when Belle expertly hooked his skinny arm with her pretty pale one, saying with a warm smile, "I would just love to Brody! I was afraid nobody was going to ask me to cut a rug all night! Y'all are just the perfect gentleman!" Brody blinked his brown eyes twice, his lantern jaw agape in disbelief that the beautiful and famous Belle Starr, and his erstwhile boss, would want to dance with him before smiling while he started to dance with Belle, no even waiting to move to the dance floor. Sandy's forced grin changed to an attractive amused smile as she watched the graceful Belle sway like a ballet dancer while Brody shuttered like raider hit by electro nano laced bullets, then she caught sight of Volodja looking handsome in his white suit, and moved hesitantly to where he was sitting and asked shyly like a gidget of a past age, which in a way she was, "May I have this dance?" |
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on Apr 23, 2015 5:54:11 GMT
"Of course, you may, my love," was his only possible reply, when he flashed his white teeth in a warm smile, simultaneously sending another smile to her baby blues from his brown eyes. He got up from his seat, slid fingers through his light hair, took Sandy gently by her hand and lead her to dance floor, when he released her hand to slide his arm around her and pull them against each other, when they started to dance in total synchronisation, feeling the rhythm of the music and following each other's dance moves precisely and giving each other some space, when needed. Their first dance ever went so smoothly, like they were secretly practicing it together, preparing for the occasion, which they actually didn't. You either have dancing skill in your body or not. Sandy and Volodja both had it and now they finally got an opportunity to discover it in each other and they could share their gift with the rest of the world, so they took their chance and soon they were lost in music and forgot their surroundings for awhile.
Brody stared at them from time to time and was almost stepping to Belle's toes, doing that, so Belle had to take a lead into her hands and turn Brody away from staring Sandy, saying: "Ya'll accepted my invitation, so better dance with me now, not with Sandy. Look at partner, follow my moves and we are going to make the king of dance floors from ya'll. Feel the rhythm, like Sandy and...Volo are doing right now and put those hips at work, just like them. Maybe they will be kind enough to allow you a dance with Sandy later." Brody needed some encouragement and dance lessons indeed, because at moment he danced like a penguin, while others moved around like they were born to dance.
Dinara and Sophie were way above of Brody's dancing league (and actually they were above from any of his leagues, whatever they might be), although at moment they were busy at the table, tasting variety of food and sharing their taste experiences with each other, while enjoying the sight of dancers. Especially Brody and his attempts to copy more experienced dance moves of the rest. They could not hold back their laughter, so Dinara pulled some soda into her virtual throat and Sophie had to pat on her back, while she was giggling at amusing sight, when Brody was trying whirl himself around in the dance floor, like he saw Volodja doing, but unlike him his left leg got stuck behind right one, so he almost fell. Dinaras wish came true. Girls had a chance to have some FUN at birthday party.
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Post by Lady Christianna on Apr 23, 2015 6:27:10 GMT
Atticus found the table reserved for the birthday girl and her consort, pulling out the a chair seating her, before going to get them both drinks for them both. While he was gone, Bocar, Lady Christianna's Casti father, came up to her dressed in his polished blue armor that she had hard time remembering a time when he wasn't wearing. He held tightly a brown paper wrapped package, that he handed to her as he bent over and kissed her lightly on her cheek. "I can't stay long! Our clan found a War Master Ark break, and we are mustering forces as I speak to plunder it. I just wanted to wish you a happy seventeenth birthday," Bocar stared with watery blue eyes where Atticus was getting Lady's drink, taking a moment before continuing, "You know he scares the Hell out of me with his violent past, and I've been through my share of violence, but it's clear he loves you and you him, and most importantly makes you happy! That's all I ever wanted for you, was for you to be happy. Please know I love you too, although I haven't told you enough, and always will. I appreciate you letting me know you are with child, and I will love him or her as well. Anyway, here is a gift to keep you both safe." Bocar walked away, passing Atticus and they exchanged quick nods, like soldiers on the same side who don't know each other but suddenly find themselves sharing the same foxhole during an enemy barrage. As Atticus joined her at the table with their umbrella decorated drinks, Lady opened the crudely wrapped package quickly, finding a Guardian Angel shield within, the latest and most protective shield to reach the Bay Area. Lady smiled her enigmatic smile as her large pink eyes followed Bocar as he left the holo-room, exclaiming in surprise as she watched him leave, "DOE'S love me!" Erika Widowmaker came up to the couple's table, having switched back to her fatigues, and gave her a gaily wrapped present saying, "I noticed Chloe has arrived, so it's my turn for duty in the War Room, but I wanted to wish you a very happy birthday and give you this before I left."  Erika waited patiently at ease as Lady tore open the package, revealing a brand new Witch Hexer Mk II pump shotgun, and Lady's smile broadened into a big grim, then saying to Erika, "Sweeet! Going to have so much fun!" Erika smiled, something she rarely did, then bent down kissing Lady on the cheek, saying before she left, "The gods have truly blessed us with your presence!" As Erika left, Lady exclaimed, "Gift time!" Lady carefully opened Atticus' gift next, The skull pattern wrapping paper catching her eye and wanting to preserve it, telling him, "Awesome paper." She found the Gothic art books and fairly jumped from her seat to his lap, showering his face with kisses, telling him, "LOVE THEM! LOVE YOU!," Although in truth, it could have been a rock wrapped in the paper, and her reaction would have been the same, except with the possible addition of telling him it was the best rock ever. Lady opened the next package, which was from Volodja, which was also books, which caused Lady's smile to fade hoped this wasn't going to become a theme, not being much of reader, until she scanned the titles on the books' binders, whereupon her enigmatic smile returned. The titles fascinated her, so she waved a small chalk white hand to get Volodja'a attention and mouthed silently to him, "Thank You." There were many gifts, piled high filling a table, as Lady was more liked on the base than she herself knew. Atlhough Belle had givern her the Red Challenger convertible, she also had small pretty wrapped package on the table for Lady, which when opened revealed an elegant seashell and shark gator tooth bracelet. Brody gave her a refurbished handheld antique gameboy, adapted with solar cells, complete with a dozen vintage games. Ralph the Cook made her a huge batch of his special delicious brownies, that had a secret ingrediant that he would never reveal, but which people who ate them said made them more relaxed and happy, but somehow, more hungry afterwards. Chris had made a stuffed hellbug plush toy, which looked a lot like Tim, his pet hellbug that she often petted, however that was not her oddest gift. Choe Mac Giver, the beautiful and ribald Australian hacker gave her a box of sensual gels and lubricants, complete with sexual toys, including a large vibrator and a huge dildo that could be strapped on. Chloe couldn't help but laugh when Lady's wide pink eyes grew even wider and her small thin lips formed a perect "o", but laughed even harder when Lady just shook her slight alabaster shoulders, her Mona Lisa smile back in place, and said in a matter-of-fact tone, "Atticus is bigger." |
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on Apr 23, 2015 6:41:13 GMT
Wolfram von Eschen and Dr. Orion seemed to be gotten over their awkwardness, because after having couple of drinks, they were discussing about Dr. Orions worries about his position as a head of Science and Research Department and difficulties getting experienced - and more important - motivated staff to work under him. "Mein freund," said Wolfram. "Never believe, what people say, when they are applying to a new position. Most of them don't know about themselves very much. They need at least a basic psychological evaluation as a first thing. You just told me, that you got a former security guard to work in Laboratory in your department, because he is a scientist type, not a fighter, wenn ich mich nicht irre. I mean, if I am not mistaken. Must concentrate on my English more from now on. I always keep forgetting that. Anyway - applying to wrong post would have been easily avoided with some simple tests during a job interview. If I have time, I might find some suitable ones for you. And don't you worry about your loneliness. People on top, like you are, are feeling lonely most of the time and suffer because of....alienation (Wolfram smiled at his joke). But you can always find some friends, if you are looking for them. Even I have couple of them and one dragged me here not a very long ago, die Wahrheit zu sagen. Sorry, I wanted to say "to tell the truth."" And they had few more drinks and continued their chat, changing the subject and started to talk about their lives... They enjoyed each other's company...and drinks...and more drinks...and soon they became to feel like they were know each other for a long time already, so they drank for Bruderschaft after Orion's white panama hat had found a new place on Wolfram's head.  Their quality time lasted long enough already, so Volodja didn't had to babysit Wolfram at all, although he should keep his eye on him just in case. Main reason was Chloe, who had discovered elegant elderly gentlemen in a certain condition. She heard that guy was friend of Volodja and decided to get to know him better, so she approached their table, shot Wolfram with her eyes and said with sensual voice: "G'Day there, Crickey. I am Chloe Mac Giver. Assistant Director of Administration, so dealing with personnel is my job. Would you like to have a personal interview with me? I would like to check how's this Old fella works, before you get totally full." Wolfram's first reaction was grabbing after his heart. That made Dr. Orion a bit worried, so he observed him carefully, ready to react right away if his new friend should get an heart attack from the stunning sight of a pair of big....eyes. But Wolfram recovered relatively fast and next he grabbed a full glass, emptied it with one gulp and said gallantly with his German accented voice: "Let me introduce myself, Liebchen. Dr. Wolfram von Eschen at your service. Ready to show my skills right here, right now." And he looked in amazement that wide grin, appearing to Chloe's pretty face, when she heard his answer. Those charming differences about words and their meaning in different languages, dialects and slang can make conversation more....interesting indeed. And they seemed to have a huge difference in understanding what "old fella" meant to an Australian, like Chloe. Anyway - it was worth to stay with old timers for awhile and spend some time in Wolfram's company. And Orion's too. |
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Post by Atticus Batman on Apr 23, 2015 10:47:31 GMT
As Lady accepted my offer to dance, she removed my helmet and handed it to Erika to hold. After we were done dancing and got to the table reserved for Lady and myself, my helmet was resting nicely on the table next to the reserved sign, as if it was watching menacingly over our table.
After opening the present from Chloe, Lady just shook her slight alabaster shoulders, her Mona Lisa smile back in place, and said in a matter-of-fact tone, "Atticus is bigger." Chloe laughed harder, then nodded knowingly at Lady's very accurate statment, and said, "Oh I definitely know that!" Then Chloe laughed again at Lady's new facial expression and wandered over to where Wolfram Von Eshen and Doctor Orion were sitting.
I whisper in Lady's ear. "We will just have to try those out later." Lady blushes brightly, her blush getting even brighter when she sees the VERY wicked smile on my face, knowing that I am serious. Just then Dinara comes to the table, dragging Sophie with her.
Dinara glances at me, after seeing Lady blush so bright and in her high pitched teen girly voice says, "I do NOT want to know what you said or did to her this time!!!" She and Sophie then start giggling as everyone near the table joins in on their infectious laughter. After a few seconds, Dinara rummages through the table to find what she is looking for. The box she had Chloe wrap for her, containing the present she had Chloe get Lady on her behalf, using MY' money and just like a "real" little sister, Dinara did so without his pemission.
Once she finds the box, she hands it to Lady. "MINE NEXT!"
When Lady opens it up, it contains a beautiful 14 k gold bracelet set with Austrian Crystal Ruby Hearts.
Dinara waits nerveously for a response and after Lady says how much she appreciates it and gives the young (holographic) Irathiant girl a sisterly hug and a kiss on the cheek, Dinara beams brightly because she did good. Then, when she thinks I am about to ask her how she paid for that, she sticks her toungue out at me and quickly grabs Sophie's hand, pulling her away again.
The girls run through the dance floor, where Dinara stops and taps Sandy on the shoulder. When Sandy and Volodja stop and look at her, she says very politely, "Sorry to interrupt, but can you teach me to surf later, puuullleeeaasssee?! Ok?! OK!!!" Then still towing Sophie along, she runs off to find another snack or drink to try, and finds strawberry icecream soda. She looks at Sophie and says, "Oooooooooh strazberries! My favorite! I gotta try this! So do YOU!"
After the girls run off again, I look at Lady and say nervously (Which gets everyone's attention since I am never nervous), "I have one more present for you, if you want it. Even if the answer is no, I promise I will always be here for you. I love you completely." I then slowly reach into my vest pocket and pull out the box I have tucked safely in there. I place it in her hand and close her hand around it as I remove mine. Then I watch her face for her reaction, when she finally decides to open it. I very nerviously wait because inside sits a custom-made Black Gold Pink Sapphire Heart And Flowers Engagement Ring.
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on Apr 23, 2015 11:12:43 GMT
Volodja kept his eye on Giant. He was familiar with that nervous look, but didn't wanted to ruin surprise, so he just observed them quietly, while his lips gently touched Sandy's ear and he kept holding Sandy tightly against his body, to feel Sandy's every heartbeat, to taste her skin with his lips and tip of his tongue and inhale her aroma, because soon the birthday party ends and she will be back at work, God knows how long. So he had to treasure those rare moments, he could have her with him and was able to smell her, to feel her, to touch her, to kiss her and make love with her. And last option was absolutely out of the question at moment.
"So sweet," said Volodja spotting Atticu's nervous act. "It really is." They kept dancing and he whispered into Sandy's left ear: "Sandy, my love. I have an idea about next trip to my home continent and I would like you to join me, when this party is over and we can have separate holo rooms back." He was hoping that Sandy will come with him no matter what, but he also knew that Sandy had her duties to accomplish, so he prepared himself to receive gentle and polite rejection, which, according to his experiences, was almost certain to come, although he was sure that it is going to hurt Sandy as much as it will hurt him.
In that case he will let Sophie out, so she could enjoy the trip like she did in Monaco and buy herself more virtual souvenirs, although Volodja was not sure what she will do with all those fridge magnets, since she didn't need a fridge at all. And he can sit in some small café and have a cup of cappuccino, while he reads to spend his time in solitude, because Wolfram was busy with socializing with Dr. Orion and Chloe. That made him actually smile, because Wolfram seemed to found couple of friends and acquaintances already, so he probably dares to become more visible soon. That was a really good sign. And he already decided whom he is going to read - Thomas Mann's certain novel seemed to be a perfect choice.
Fortunately he didn't hear what they were talking about at moment, because Wolfram tried to convince Dr. Orion that they should have a distillery on their base, so his infamous moonshine supply would not run out. Even Chloe seemed to be interested about that idea, because she was pulling Orion's whiskers, and said to him: "Don't be such a wuss, Orrie, you fuck muppet. Say "yes" and we'll be over with it." Then she looked at dancers and said: "Shame to see couple of good roots going to waste. Maybe one day we will check out, how's this old fella works, Wolfie, but not tonight. Tonight we have a party, you fucktards. More drinks for us."
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Post by Belle Starr on Apr 23, 2015 13:33:35 GMT
Belle Starr smiled watching Atticus nervously propose to Lady Christianna and Lady's alabaster face fairly light up as she vigorously shook her head "Yes." Lady put on the ring immediately, throwing her thin chalk white arms around his bull like neck, then kissing him passionately. Suddenly Belle could no longer see the happy couple as dozens of well wishers flocked around the table to congratulate them blocking Belle's view. Belle shifted her blue diamond eyes to her pale hands laying crossed on the table where she sat alone, Alfred, her father and EGO Psyche, having gone to taste the delicacies at the buffet table Her perpetual smile turned sad, as she thought that only a few days ago that could have been her and Vo Kshsaa, but that was now impossible with Vo dead. For a second, she felt guilty sitting here at a party, while Vo's murderers remained free to roam the earth. A part of Belle felt she should be raging across the Bay Area looking for clues as to who killed him and where they were, and another part of her, the part ruled by her Volge spliced genes, believed she should just be out raging, causing random death and destruction in Paradise. Suddenly Atticus with a large grin on his face picked up Lady as if going to cross some imaginary threshold, then both of them laughed as he carried her out of the holo-room and all the way back to their quarters. After the engaged couple left and as if on cue, Alfred suddenly rose some ten feet above the buffet table, hitting his half full wine glass with a spoon, making a pleasant chime to get the crowd's attention. "Now for the entertainment portion of the evening," Began Alfred in his deep voice, "For which you can later thank Director Belle Starr of VBI's Division of Security Analysis, I give you some harmless entertainment entitled, Atlantis Attacks! Attached under each of your seats is a party favor courtesy of VBI, an automatic pistol, loaded with blanks so you will not hurt each other accidently, but with which you can defend yourself from the invading Atlantean army, the winner scoring the most hits on the enemy getting a million script Corporate Espionage Lockbox!"  A look of surprise crossed Belle's pretty freckled face as her cystal blue eyes narrowed in concern, not remembering ordering any such thing to be set up for the party, but didn't have time to think about it as large groups of blue skinned helmeted humanoids armed with tridents and energy weapons rose out of the water, along with sea creature themed vehicles. The scene looked like one she recognized from a pre-Pale Wars comic book she had read as a child long ago in Mr. Lewis' used book store in N'Awlins. A crab-like mechanoid piloted by an Atlantean visible in a transparent dome on top toppled the buffet table that was set up near the water, then grabbed a screaming holographic waiter there and snapped him in two. An octopoid similarly piloted grabbed Dinara and Sophie, the EGO psyches of Atticus and Volodja respectively, who had been playing in the surf, but were now entangled in two separate tentacles of the mechanical beast. Brody tried to rescue the hologram ladies by grabbing the tentacle holding Dinara captive, but was thrown off by a third tentacle like a flea is flicked off a dog by his scratching. Belle grabbed the VBI automatic pistol attached to the bottom of her seat, flipping the table to act as cover from the energy fire her action attracted, then firing repeatedly at the octopoid's pilot, breaking the glass cockpit and causing the holographic pilot to grab his throat as if gasping for air when the water drained out of the helm, causing the tentacles to go limp releasing the two holo-girls. The two girls immediately went to where an unconscious Brody lay, dragging him out of the shallow surf to relative safety. Still hovering over the scene of chaos and now panicking crowd, who discovered that the exits out of the holo-suite were locked, Alfred, untouched by the invading Atlanteans, smiled wickedly and asked, "Are we having fun yet?" |
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on Apr 23, 2015 13:44:43 GMT
"Alfie, you bastard," said Volodja: "Somehow I knew that I could not trust you completely. I wonder why?" Volodja pulled out his REAL pistol, loaded with REAL bullets and said: "Ever since the Giant warned me about not moving around without side arm, when we were on the Moon mission and got into a dangerous situation unarmed, I carry one with me. Always. Even in our home base. Even when I am birthday party. By the way Alfie. You are vulnerable here, and at moment you are in my sights and totally on Belle's mercy and somehow I believe that she will put a word on your defence. But I have been experiencing lot of pressures lately and I might not listen to her, so you better say that this is really an entertainment and nothing else. Just convince me."
Volodja grinned to him and said out loud: "All holo girls back to their homes. Did you saw, what happened with that poor waiter and Brody, so you better be safe than sorry." Then he continued: "People. Those who aren't too drunk yet, grab those VBI auto pistols and shoot every damn enemy, who tries to attack us. Belle just showed that they are vulnerable to those guns. So we will clear this room from them. And let me remind that Giant has his engagement party right now and I hate to spoil it, but I will if I have to, and you know how angry he will become. Especially towards the guilty party. So you can start with showing your good will by opening the doors and letting panicking crowd out from here. Then I can play with your monsters and you can keep the scrip for yourself. I'll do it for fun."
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Post by Belle Starr on Apr 23, 2015 14:17:16 GMT
Alfred took out his pipe and started puffing on it, smiling all the while as he looked down at Volodja, replying, "Of course this is entertainment set up by Belle herself; review the tapes yourself, where she typed in the program from her jail cell. I have no control over all this, least of all the locked doors, only Belle does," Alfred sent the video records to all the team's EGOs, confirming his story. "I'm merely a humble servant of her EGO, although I should tell you that you will be wasting your bullets if you shoot me, as Belle shields me even now!" A blue nimbus appeared around him as if on command, as Belle looked confused and shocked, a red blush flowing up her long neck and on to her freckled cheeks saying, "I honestly don't remember any of that! Holy crap-on-a-stick! If that's true, only I can stop it, and I don't even know where the computer terminal is in this room!" While Belle's attention was divided, a huge muscular Atlantean crept behind Belle, hitting her on the head with his electric nano-laced trident, knocking her unconscious with a single blow.  |
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on Apr 23, 2015 14:27:22 GMT
"Alfie, Alfie. You and a humble servant. You are not the type, sorry to say. Your kind always wants to rule. But if you expect me to believe you, then open the doors and let people out, oh Alfred the Magnificent. Or do you prefer Alfred the Simply Fabulous? Entertainment should be voluntary thing, so please, let out those who don't want to play. Just show me your power. I will stay here and play along and I believe that some of us will enjoy that part too. And since Belle is down, I seriously doubt that she can provide you with a shield at moment. And after you sent us those recordings with somehow suspicious content, because I would like to be in a jail too, where I can influence whole darn base by using computers, especially when I don't remember Belle of being top programmer, I sense one really disturbed Giant approaching already and he might be even dangerous than my pistol." Volodjas smile was warm, but his eyes were cold and watched Alfred intensively, while he sent EGO message to Atticus, using Sophie again as a courier, asking him to open doors from outside.
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Post by Belle Starr on Apr 23, 2015 14:39:20 GMT
"Seriously, old chap, no control over any of this scene, not even the doors," Alfred appeared to sit in mid air, crossing his legs as he sat on an invisible chair, "All up to you now, especially with dear Belle unconscious! I guess I could give her some drugs to wake her up, but I'm not really inclined to since you maligned me so, and she is not awake to order me to so... meh, not going to do it as she is safe for the moment! No I think I'll just wait and see how this plays out!" Meanwhile, Sandy noted that most of the people were too panicky to pick up a gun and fire, so she disregarded Volodja's first order in favor of his second, picking up a gun and firing at the crab-mechanoid, which was more heavily armored than the octopoid, so that her shots merely got the Atlantean pilot's attention. The craboid moved closer to her, it's huge pincers clacking as it approached.  |
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on Apr 23, 2015 14:45:35 GMT
"Alfie, old boy. You really know, how to create tension. And of course it's all MY fault, because I happened to hurt your feelings. For an elderly gentlemen, you are very immature, actually. I really expected you to be more.....sophisticated and intelligent. But you can sit and enjoy the sight if you are so powerless."
After that he turned to people: "All able bodied seamen on deck! Grab the guns and protect the weak, drunk and scared!" And he tucked away his real gun, grabbed the one, filled with blanks and rushed to protect Sandy, his girl, saying to her: "Please go back into Lady's mind and don't play a hero. Please. For your own safety." And he distracted approaching crab mechanoid to follow him, instead of Sandy, with couple of shots.
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Post by Belle Starr on Apr 23, 2015 14:59:57 GMT
"No hurt feelings here old bean," Said Alfred as he withdrew the pipe from his mouth, the blew a huge smoke ring, "Frankly, I wouldn't have done so if you had even asked nicely! I just don't LIKE you, or any of this so-called team that holds Belle back from her destiny! I'm never hidden my disdain for the invading aliens, or my belief that they will lead to the extinction of the human race! It is Belle's destiny to make sure that will not happen, and you all hold her back from that destiny!"
Sandy's bullets continued to have no effect on the craboid as it continued to grow closer to her, and Volodja finally noticed Dr. Orion hiding under the table she was standing in front of, now understanding why she would not, could not, leave.
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on Apr 23, 2015 15:06:22 GMT
Volodja yelled: "Orion! Get the hell out under that table and run to hide behind US. We offer more protection than furniture!" Orion didn't let Volodja to warn him twice and wobbled quickly into the deepest corner behind all crowd.
"Time to use real bullets, I guess," Volodja continued with calm and cold voice. "Just tell me one thing Alfie. What holds me back starting with you? The crab is not the answer. Sorry old bugger, but you are my second choice, because you are less worth than that crab." And Volodja destroyed holographic beast, chasing Sandy with couple of real bullets and then grabbed Alfred, twisted his arm behind him, and standing behind his back, pressed his gun to his head saying: "I am not going to be nice any more. And I make sure that you won't see Belle's destiny to come true. You are not the one who decides about that. It's Belle's business and you don't have any right to choose for her, what she will do with her life. But you can choose between ending this nightmare or receiving a bullet into your rotten brain. Things are simple as that. So, Alfie. Are you ready for some fun?" And he started to press the trigger, making sure that Alfred knows that. He didn't want to kill him, but was hoping that Alfred will break and opens the doors so people can get out.
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