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Post by Marcel Lestrange on Apr 29, 2015 7:39:20 GMT
Marcel looked Volodja through his telescopic sight and grinned. Finally he came outside, but acting here and now would be too easy and yet too complicated at same time. Too risky to do something near the base. Someone might interfere. Besides - Volodja was driving away already and he had enough companions who can witness Marcel's appearance in some lonely place. At moment Volodja was in utmost weird company - beautiful blond human girl, attractive Castithan female and a...human nerd. And none of them didn't looked tough enough, so he could keep that gang under his control relatively easy while he settles his score with Volodja. Then he can let them go, because they have nothing to do with Marcel.
And it would be good to know about Volodja's purposes anyway. Unlike Marcel, who always put his own interests to first place, that idealistic Volodja le Fou had always some greater cause to follow, but Marcel knew from his past experiences that tagging along with Volodja brings some extra scrip for him. At least most of the time it did.
Actually there was one more hidden reason, he refused admit even to Moira. Marcel was worried about that Volodja might get killed before his time, thus preventing Marcel accomplishing his personal task, so following them and secretly protecting Volodja from the distance sounded reasonable enough until they can meet in person...
Marcel grimaced devilishly, crawled backwards, slide himself down from the hill and run to his black Dodge Challenger. He finally lighted a cigarette, had couple of deep puffs, got behind wheel, spitting cigarette stump out from side window. Soon he was following the Raptor, keeping safe distance from it.
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Post by Erika Widowmaker on Apr 29, 2015 13:06:45 GMT
"Do you understand?" Asked Erika Widowmaker of her EGO psyche through the telepathic link they shared after a long discussion about sexuality. "I think so Mother," Amber answered, "I understand sexuality is more about feelings then thinking, but I don't understand why I, part of an EGO that is a thinking machine, should even have feelings or even thoughts about feelings, as they have nothing to do with what a machine does. I can understand that EGO psyches based on a living beings with memories, like Sandy, might have vestiges of feelings or even real feelings. However, I was created not long ago, and although you based my appearance on how your dead infant would look if she had lived, the memories of yours of her are few. All things considered, I shouldn't have any feelings." Erika visibly winced at that remark, still feeling that she could have done more to keep her child alive, but knowing that logically she did all she could, so she didn't know what to say to Amber. After a small amount of awkward silence, Amber asked, "May I visit Dinara?" "Is that who you have... feelings for?" Asked Erika. "I... honestly don't know Mother. I know when I'm near her, I am fascinated by everything she does or says. I know that when she touches me, even by mistake, I feel electricity course through my very being and I'm... happy, if that makes sense. But happiness is a feeling, so how can a machine feel happiness?" A slight smile crossed Erika's luscious lips, as she had an easy answer, so she quickly answered, "I would think that answer obvious then, Amber. You are more than a machine." There was another pregnant pause, and Erika could imagine Amber pondering in the darkness of her EGO what Erika had just said, then Amber replied, "Thank you Mother. I will go see Dinara now, if she lets me." Erika could swear she heard happiness in Amber's tone of voice in her last statement.  |
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Post by Belle Starr on Apr 29, 2015 13:27:03 GMT
Belle Starr was flabbergasted that Volodja would even suggest giving up his tutoring job, and was dismayed that he apparently had lost his confidence again, whereas he seemed to her to be so happy just that morning when he was being hailed as a hero by the team base's personnel. Belle was beginning to think Volo's mood swings were greater and more volatile in their way than those she had with her Were-Volge. She had mumbled a quick, "We'll talk later on that!" before they got on the road, truly hoping he would change his mind by the time they got back. As the Raptor rumbled through the San Francisco wasteland towards Belle Starr's destination, she turned from where she stood in the gun-less turret of the vehicle to stare down at Brody, who looked nervous in the back seat, saying with an easy smile, "Thanks for coming Brody! I know it's got to be rough going back to our old VBI haunts after what happened there, so I really appreciate it, and owe y'all a big one! By the way, did you bring what I asked you to bring?" Brody pushed his black rimmed glasses back up his beak nose with a thin pale forefinger as he answered, "Sure thing Miss Starr! I have it right here next to me!" "Brody, I keep telling you, call me B - " Belle stopped in midsentence as she spotted something in the distance behind them with her enhanced vision, pacing them at a respectable distance, just out of her EGO's radar range, saying to the driver of the Raptor without turning, "Lena, I think we have someone or something following us, slow down like you are avoiding something in the road so I can get a better look!" Belle activated her rarely used organic manipulation powers to change the lenses of her eye to be like a telescope, seeing clearly that a black Durango was following them, and Lena's sudden slowing of the Raptor's speed allowed the Durango to enter Belle's EGO's radar range, so that she was able to see that the Durango's driver had an EGO implant, albeit briefly since the driver expertly moved out of it's range almost immediately. "Well, I'm not called the Princess of Friendship for nothing," Joked Belle to her companions, "Time to make new friends!" Belle climbed nimbly to the top of the turret, then expertly jumped from the Raptor, doing a triple somersault as she landed unhurt, then blurred to the vehicle tracking behind her Raptor. She thought it might just be a lost ark hunter hoping to follow others to undiscovered loot, or it might be a VBI operative since black Durangos were VBI's vehicles of choice, but it wouldn't hurt to find out for sure. As she reached the open window of the following SUV and began to run backwards to keep pace with it, relying on her EGO to keep her from stumbling. In the Durango, Belle saw a nondescript man with graying hair and disturbing eyes driving, although why her instincts were crying danger she couldn't say. Instead, Belle put on her most winning smile and said cheerfully, "Howdy partner! I'm Belle Starr! How y'all doing on this fine day?"  |
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Post by Marcel Lestrange on Apr 29, 2015 14:17:31 GMT
Marcel looked at pretty face of Belle and replied with his most businesslike tone: "Mademoiselle Belle. Would you be so kind and stop stalking me. I have no business with you...And most certainly I didn't came here to make new friends, but to meet an old acquittance. If you want a formal introduction, then my name is Marcel. I suppose I was polite enough with you, mademoiselle and I think you heard everything you need to know about me and my intentions, before our ways apart. Excusez-moi, but I am in a hurry here. Getting late already. Have a nice day."
Marcel pushed gas pedal down and moved forward with high speed while he was quietly cursing. Getting spotted was not part of his plans. Introducing himself wasn't part of his plans either. How he is going to complete his plan, when he gets spotted right away? And confront that posse in highway was not in his interests. First he wanted to know where they headed and what could he gain from stalking them, besides meeting with good old Volodja Uljanov.
"Losing your touch, Marcel?" Asked Moira with disrespectful tone and continued. "I bet that Volodja would handled everything better."
"Just keep quiet. They just got lucky. That is all," said Marcel with his cold voice. "Won't happen next time."
"If you say so, charmer. I bet that Belle was really impressed with your polite manners." Moira was merciless and Marcel knew it. And what was even worse - his EGO unit was at least partly right about him getting careless.
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Post by Belle Starr on Apr 29, 2015 14:45:34 GMT
Belle stopped and watched Marcel drive away, not believing for a moment that he wasn't the stalker. "Pot calling the kettle black," Thought Belle to herself. After Leana circled the Raptor back and picked her up so they could continue their trip, Belle thought about what Marcel had said about meeting an old acquaintance, thinking she must have rattled him by her sudden appearance for him to give her voluntarily so much information, whose veracity she was certain of. As they rode along, Belle asked her companions, "Hey y'all, any of you acquainted with a Frenchman named Marcel? He seemed a bit perturbed that he got spotted following us!"  |
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on Apr 29, 2015 15:00:10 GMT
"Damn it," said Volodja. "Looks like that half of Europe has moved here after me if my assumptions about this really charming and open minded personality are correct. Marcel Lestrange is his full name, but don't bother to try to dig up anything about him. He always covers his tracks and makes sure that nothing leaks out about him and his deeds. He prefers to be...non existent. But if he is here, then I smell trouble. He is a really skilled killer and a spy and I guess that he is here, because someone hired him for big pile of scrip or...or he still remembers our last meeting, when I played a little trick on him." Volodja told Belle about their last meeting, when Marcel tried to double cross him, but received only his sandwich box as a result.
"I would be really worried about my safety if he is after me," Volodja continued. "Marcel has a really secretive nature and it's hard to guess his motivation, unless it's money or something personal. Seems, that you managed to shake him, Belle, if he said his real name to you and mentioned his plans of meeting some old acquittance. In that case he is after me for sure, because I am the only one in our vehicle he knows and the one who gave him a reason to get personal.
You should have no trouble with him, as long as I know. He won't touch innocent bystanders, because nobody won't pay him for killing them or when he has no grudge with them. Marcel is known for dealing only with his targets most of the time and considers it as a sign of his real professionalism. Maybe you should continue your path without me after all? I will handle him and return to you afterwards. no need for him to know where are we heading. And I don't want to risk with you catching a bullet, meant for me."
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Post by Belle Starr on Apr 29, 2015 16:00:36 GMT
"Naw, part of being a team of misfits like us, who are more a family than a team, is you don't have to go it alone," Replied Belle as she scanned the area as they rode along, "If Marcel is the pro you say he is, he would of researched not only his target but those who surround his target, which he clearly didn't! He either has gotten sloppy in his old age, or he is so angry at you for your switcheroo that it's clouded his judgment! Either way, I'm not worried about him, and if he tries something we handle it together!"
Lena took a circular route to their destination, and parked the Raptor above the canyon where the ruins of the VBI installation were located. Belle pulled the camouflage netting over their vehicle, whereupon the group collected their weapons and equipment and made their way down to the still smoking ruins.
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on Apr 29, 2015 16:24:18 GMT
"I think that Marcel doesn't know, that I have settled down,"replied Volodja. "I assume that he still thinks about me as a hired hand. Don't forget that before I popped out from a box, I was a lone wanderer most of the time and joined others righteous cause only temporarily. After successfully completing it I moved on to the next one. Guess he is still stuck in our past and haven't paid attention to the fact that everything is changed for me. Seems that he is not on vicinity, so we better worry about him, when time is right and get our main task to be complete, dear Tinkerbelle."
Volodja went first, carefully looking for any kind of hidden surprises. Everything was clear - no snipers hiding, no sentries guarding - so he stopped near the doorway which smelled like a throat of the dragon and let Sophie scan the building. She didn't discovered any signs of life there, so he dived carefully inside. Others followed him right away.
"Lead the way, Broderick," he ordered. "But do it from behind my back just in case. And dear Lena...can you stay close to Belle in case you need to help each other?" He was worried about poor Belle, so he wanted to be sure that she had a shoulder to lean on nearby all the time - Lena's, Brody's or even his, if necessary. He believed in Belle and her inner strength, but like Belle said to him when they talked about Marcel - they are family and they will support each other in hard times.
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Post by Belle Starr on Apr 29, 2015 21:54:33 GMT
Belle passed on Marcel Lestrange's name for background check to Erika Widowmaker and Atticus Batman through their EGOs before entering the VBI ruins hurrying ahead of Volodja to where her office had been before the explosion, with Lena Marr almost running to keep pace with her. Brody was dragging his feet carrying a large equipment case, peeking around every corner before venturing around it, and Volodja felt obligated to protect the noncombatant. "Hurry up Brody!" Urged Volodaja. "Wait," Said a confused Brody, "Am I supposed to lead the way? But how do I do that behind your back?" Before Volodja could answer, they both heard an anguished scream of, "Where is it! I can't find it! It's not here!" Volodja grabbed Brody's arm and pulled him as they went down the wreckage of a hallway, stopping suddenly before a doorway, the singed door barely hanging on its hinges, but the words painted on it still clearly visible, "Belle Starr, Director of VBI Security Analysis." Also clearly seen through the open doorway was Belle on her hands and knees desperately sifting through the cinders, looking for the object of her quest, a small silver refrigerator the size of a ring box that contained the last remnant of her presumed dead lover, Vo Kshaa's cyan eye. Leana Marr also could be seen through the open doorway, leaning against what was left of a wall as if she could meld into it, her sky blue eyes wide and her knuckles even whiter than their usual chalk white as she held her SAW tightly, pointing it at Belle. "It's not here! I waited too long to come look for it!" Wailed Belle, then in a much deeper voice as her diamond blue eyes began to flash red, "Y'all kept me from coming here immediately! Y'all imprisoned me to keep me from coming here!" "But I've got the equipment you asked me to bring Miss Starr! I can find it! Just give me a chance," Pleaded Brody taking a step into the room, but Volodja pulled him back out trying to figure out what to say to her. He had always wanted to meet her Were-Volge, being naturally curious, but now thought, "Be careful what you wish for!" As blue scales began to sprout sporadically across her pale freckled face, and blue spikes began to appear through her blond tousled hair, Belle's wails of anguish changed into roars of anger.  |
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Post by Erika Widowmaker on Apr 29, 2015 22:29:22 GMT
Erika Widowmaker was in the middle of her shift in the War Room when she was hailed by the security guards at the front gate of the team's base, the gate camera focusing on a heavily armored and armed base guard. There's an unarmed man here who will only talk to Atticus Batman, and says he won't leave until he talks to him personally." "Why are you telling me this instead of Atticus?" Asked Erika with narrowed jade eyes. The guard answered nervously, "Um... Uh... he's with Lady Christianna... and they just got engaged... and he doesn't like to be disturbed when he's with her... and..." "And you are afraid to possibly engage his wrath, I understand," Erika replied with a sigh, then said, "I will inform Atticus of his visitor. Who is it?" The gate camera pivoted, focusing on a red hooded and robed figure at the gate. He threw back his hood, revealing the thin hawk nosed Castithan Inquisitor well known to Erika, who said dramatically, "It is I, Micor Newlo! The rumors of my death were greatly exaggerated, although not from a lack of trying on Ms. Starr's part! I am here to negotiate a cease fire and maybe an alliance." Erika quickly hailed Atticus Batman, not worried at all about engaging his wrath under the circumstances.  |
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Post by Atticus Batman on Apr 29, 2015 23:02:16 GMT
After I snuggled with Lady a little longer, I decided she is fine so I reluctantly decided I better do some work. So I gently rolled her off my, and quietly slipped out of bed. As I get dress, I see some of her presents, including the stuffed Hellbug. I walk over and pick it up, then slip it in her arms. She snuggled it tight, perhaps thinking she is still snuggled to me. After I finished getting dress and equipped my EXL pistol and Amakune blade, I leaned down and gently kissed her lips. I then put my helm in the closet for the time being and pulled out my Votan Rebreather and made sure my mask is in place. The I left, carrying the Rebreather.
On my way to Medical I contacted Kaj and had him send 2 armed officers to meet me. I made sure he knows that rebreathers are a requirement as well. After arriving in Medical I talked to Zork who said, "Ah Atticus. I couldn't remotely activate the chamber's ventilation. I did find a vent near the door though. So I hooked a hose to our base Ventilation and slipped it in the vent. So I believe it may be clear, but only if it is the only room behind that door."
I looked at the 2 Officers and order them to put on their rebreathers and put on and activate my Votan Rebreather.
The Officers and I entered the room to look around. It was a good sized room with some smaller rooms attached. We draw our sidearms and start looking in the rooms. I step into one of the smaller "examination" rooms and see all kinds of stuff that reminds me of Kabule's days with the Votanic Collective. I hear Dinara talking to me. "Atty! Look at those nasty tools in the room! Yikes that exam bed has shackles, so does that chair. There is an electric cord hooked to both! Atty, there's old blood on them and everything! Was this?!"
I responded outloud so the security Officers can hear as well. "Interesting find. Looks like we found some old torture rooms. Brilliant. It makes plenty of sense to have it behind Medical! That way if your "informant" doesn't tell you anything before he passes out, then you can have Medical fix him up and continue the torture where you left off! Do either of you or your EGOs see anything else?"
One said, "No sir. All 3 exam rooms appear to be the same thing. Those two other rooms are full of old medical equipment according to my EGO. Perhaps Doctor Orion can find something of use in here, afterall."
The other responded with, "Sir this back room doesn't have all those torture tools. Actually if it weren't for the years of dust and such, it would be the cleanest. It has a desk on one side. Perhaps the Head Torturer's office? Oh wow look at this! I think this could be fun!"
I walked back there, the other officer joining us, and looked around. "The second officer says, "Is that what I think it is?"
I looked at it and said, "Most definitely. We will have Zork clean out this place. Since we found nothing of concern, he can have maintenance clean this place. Doctor Orion and Haele can investigate the medical equipment. Looks like Wolfram Von Eshen has his one psycho babbler clinic now. As for that!" I gestured to what the officer saw. "That is definitely what you think. We will have Zork look it over and then he can contact Wolfram to come and examine it. I think he may be our local expert on this. Since it is definitely a distillery. I am guessing Wolfram can have some real fun with one that big. After Zork makes sure it is safe and in proper working order."
Afterwards we walked out and into the decontamination room, Zork and Doctor Orion have set up around it's door. After decontamination, I dismissed the officers. Then I told Zork and Doctor Orion of my findings. I also contacted Erika and Chloe with them. During which time, Chloe informed me that they have holo-rooms 1 and 3 working and the walls closed. Since the rogue program only used Holo-room 2's (the big room's) controls and parental settings to run the program and use the emmitters of the other 2 rooms. So once the walls were closed the parental controls were properly terminated, as they were created to only work when the 3 rooms are connected. So they have rooms 1 and 3 active again and they run fine. They are sure room 2 is fine but still have it offline to do more diagnostics on it. I told Chloe I was fine with it, and would be in my chambers if needed.
I peak in on Lady and she is still alseep, so I put my rebreather away quietly, then pull out my Collective infi helm, and go into the sitting room, grabbing my datapad as I leave the bedroom. I am quietly reading with Caraid, my pet lizard, sleeping nearby on her pet bed. Dinara helped when I was investigating the abandoned and forgotten torture rooms we found behind medical, but now she is back to her own thoughts while decorating. Dinara making sure she has her privacy so I don't hear her thoughts and so she doesn't disturb me.
While I am still reading and Dinara is doing her own private thing, I get Erika's message. So I get up and set down my datapad. I quickly change into my thick Ekaru Kome armor and helm, and grab my EXL LMG. Then I head to see Micor Newlo at the gate. I get there and look him over, not drawing a weapon but also not dismissing the guards.
"Alright Newlo. I am here. I am not sure why I would want a cease fire or an alliance with you, instead of just snapping you in half. So this better be good. Be a good lapdog and speak. Quickly, before I lose my patience with you completely!"
In the depths of my EGO, it's inhabitant, Dinara has created a nice purple and pink bedroom, with great lighting effects. As well as a connected bathroom.
 
Really Cool Teen Girl Bedroom Real Cool Teend Bedroom link2
She is still thinking about Amber, when there is a knock at her "new bedroom" door. She peaks out and sees that it is Amber, and quickly starts making sure eveything is just right as she say, "Just a minute, pulease!!!"
She then starts quickly trying on dresses to find the right one as she talks to herself, "Shows too much!....Not enough!...Ew that's for an old lady!....Cute but Amber will think it too little girly! Crackerjacks! This is HARD!" Just then she notices one in a fashion magazine that Sophie gave her. She grabs the mag and looks closely, then she makes the dress appear and tries it on. She squeals in delight and says quietly, "Ooooooh it's perfect! I love it! It gives me a figure! Hope Amber loves it too!"
She then runs to the door and throws it open and sees Amber smiling nervously back at her.
 
Dinara smiles and happily says, "Amber! Great to see you!", as she hugs Amber. Then pulls away and tries to hide her over eagerness at seeing the young woman, embarrassment now apparent, even on Dinara's red clay colored face. So she demurely says "You get to be the first to see my new room! Come in! Pulease, come in! I'll get ya anything you want!!!" |
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Post by Erika Widowmaker on Apr 30, 2015 0:50:17 GMT
Amber looked at the room as she walked around, marveling at all the shades of purple, smiling shyly, then saying, "It's... beautiful!" then she turned her jade eyes to Dinara, seeing her looking so pretty in her little purple dress, then blurted out, "You're beautiful!"
Amber's two red clayed fists went to her mouth as if to stuff the words she had spoken back in, her jade eyes wide with the fear that she may have just lost her friend, quickly saying, "I'm so sorry! I'm being so forward! I'm so confused! I better leave!"
As Amber started to back pedal to the door, tears started to run down her cheeks from her wide jade green eyes, she put her long fingers to them feeling the wetness, "What is this? Why is this?"
With that, Amber sat down on the edge of Dinara's bed and held her purple tressed head in both her clay red hands.
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"Alright Newlo," Said Atticus grimly, "I am here. I am not sure why I would want a cease fire or an alliance with you, instead of just snapping you in half. So this better be good. Be a good lapdog and speak. Quickly, before I lose my patience with you completely!"
"A man who wants to get immediately to the point! Ah, a man after my own heart! Probably literally, but that is for another time - hopefully!" Began Micor Newlo with a mask of joviality over his nervousness. "Fact is, we have a mutual enemy who is trying to turn us against each other, but we have no reason too! Both our groups want to protect the child of prophecy, but our mutual enemy fears the prophecy and wants the child dead before he is even born! They sunk the Inquisition's submarine headquarters, hoping to kill the Mistress of Judgment and killing your team mate Kshaa! Think Harbinger, why would we want to kill our insurance policy against you, and our leverage against the Monster Starr? I've heard that you have had trouble in the heart of your base at least twice, but it is not us! You have a viper in your midst, but it is not one of the Inquisition, for it is not to our benefit! The Mistress only wishes to protect her grandchild, but her power has been weakened extensively, both here and at home, so now the job of protecting the Conqueror is yours alone as we use our now scarce resources to seek out the hidden enemy! I have merely come to warn you with the hope that we may share intelligence as we discover more as to who the hidden enemy is!"
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Post by Atticus Batman on Apr 30, 2015 3:05:08 GMT
I mentally deactivate the visual dampener in my helm, that hides the emotional glow of my eyes from my enemy. So Newlo can see the intense dark blue glow radiating from me. I state in a very predatory way, "I am sure plenty want your heart. If anything happens to Lady Christianna or her child, even if it turns out not to be YOUR fault, you better hope one of them gets to you first. Even miss Starr's wrath is nothing compared to mine! For she will just kill you. I however will NEVER give you such a quick death. So Inquisitor, consider yourself warned as we have been warned. As for the issues that you speak of here. Yes there have been a couple. However the most recent one involved nanites injected in Miss Starr that could have easily been injected shortly before she returned here. So I say that one is as much your fault, as it is ours!
As for an alliance or ceasefire, I will promise no such thing. As long as Lady and her child are safe and healthy and where they choose to be, then I will not hunt you or the Inquisition down and rip all of you limb from limb. That is as close to a ceasefire as you get. As for the Alliance, I just gave you a clue. However against my better judgement I will help you out a little further."
I contact Doctor Orion. "Doctor I know you have readings and diagnostics of the nanites that you discovered on Miss Starr this morning. Make copies and have Security bring those copies to the gate immediately."
I then just glare at Newlo, my eyes flaring an angry blue. Newlo starts staring into the intense glow of my eyes, as if he is being consumed by my rage. So I mentally reclose the visual dampener in my helm's visor. So he once again just sees the basic white coloring of the visor's lense, and none of the glow or color of my eyes behind the visor. He shakes his head to clear his mind.
After a couple of minutes, Security brings me what I requested. "Alright Newlo. this sharing goes both ways. Here is all the information that we have on the nanites we discovered on Miss Starr, that were injected in her sometime recently. That is all you will get for now. So prove your sincerety, that you are indeed willing to play nice and share as well. As you could see my hatred for you is very strong. However I will share just as much as you share in return."
Since I do know when to hold em and when to fold em, that is all the information I choose to reveal and share for the time being. I wait, like the patient apex predator that I am, and as a show of faith, I signal security to lower their weapons, as he chooses how to respond to my uncharacteristic decision on sharing intellegence with the enemy.
In my head a different type of conversation is going on between my EGO psyche and "little sister", Dinara, and Erika Widowmaker's EGO psyche and young daughter, Amber. Dinara hears Amber say "It's... beautiful!" then she turned her jade eyes to Dinara, seeing her looking so pretty in her little purple dress, then blurted out, "You're beautiful!"
Dinara smiled brightly and responded with, "Really?! NO WAY! You are dropdead gorgious! Hope you love the dress though. I picked it just for you!" Dinara blushed and turned away from embarrasement at admitting that. Then she heard everything else Amber said. Dinara saw tears start to run down Amber's cheeks from her wonderous jade green eyes, and Amber put her long fingers to them feeling the wetness as she said, "What is this? Why is this?" Dinara's own striking blue eyes got filled with fear. Fear that she said or did something wrong, based on Amber's last statement.
With that, Amber sat down on the edge of Dinara's bed and held her purple tressed head in both her clay red hands. Dinara quickly ran to the goddess sitting on her bed and clung to her.
With fear of rejection in her young and insecure voice Dinara said, "Pulease don't leave, and pulease stop crying! What ever I did wrong, I am sorry! Pulease don't hate me! Pulease forgive me! PULEASE!!! Pulease tell me why you are crying and what I did wrong!!!! So I can, NOT do it again!!!! PULEASE?!?!?!?! If it is because I am a defective EGO, then I am sorry, but....." Dinara starts crying hard, as she thinks for a second then continues, ".....but.....but I can't change that!!! I AM WHAT I AM AND CAN'T CHANGE IT!!! I WOULD FOR YOU IF I COULD, BUT CAN'T!!!! SO PULEASE DON'T HATE ME FOR THAT!!!! I LIKE YOU SOOOOOO MUCH, AND NEVER EVER WANNA HURT YOU!!!!!" Dinara's crying is harder and uncontrollable now as, still clinging to Amber and crying on her shoulder, Dinara finds herself giving the young babe a quick kiss on the lips, hoping that Amber will not reject her words or affections any further, and that whatever she did wrong, they can work it out.
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on Apr 30, 2015 3:55:30 GMT
"Tinkerbelle," said Volodja calmly and firmly. "Remember what I taught you. Clear your mind from emotions and start to count numbers. We need you back right now. You are the one in control of your Volge, so prove it to yourself and prove it to me, that all is up to you and nobody else. Seize that chance to make a statement, Tinkerbelle! Start with a simple breathing exercise. Breathe seven times at least and start with exhaling. Then start to count."
He still kept his eyes on Belle, while he whispered to rest of the group members: "Broderick. Whatever you do, don't pull your gun. I don't want to hear any shots here and I don't want to receive a bullet into my buttock, which will most certainly happen, if you shoot. Lena - watch our brave Brody and keep your white fingers as far from the trigger as possible. Just concentrate on safety of yours and don't worry about me and Belle. Both of you are about to get out from this room very slowly and without making any sudden moves. Actually I assume that you got out from that door five minutes ago, so why I have a feeling that you are still here? I haven't heard the sound of those little feet of yours and I want to hear it NOW!"
He covered Brody and Lena with his not so huge body and started to move backwards. Not because of fear, but he wanted to nudge them out if necessary. Best thing Brody and Lena could do, was to stay out of sight and arrange decent funeral for him, when anything goes wrong, which seemed to be most certain, because lately everyone with the will of their own didn't listen him. Probably because he didn't had anything constructive to say any more. Everyone else are right and he is wrong most of the time. All he does is acting like an idiot, so Raizar was right about him. He became a laughing stock. A useless yapping dog. Belle was the only one who seemed to listen what he had to say and that's why he dared to try to calm her down at moment. Probably his suggestions were in given in vain, so he deserves to be a dead meat. But when Belle gains control over her Volge back, then it will be her moment of glory and she deserves to have one, because it is personal achievement, not his. Then he had a sudden thought of Marcel attending the funeral service too and crying. That thought made him actually smile. Unfortunately he didn't had any famous last words to say, so he kept silent and waited...
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Post by Marcel Lestrange on Apr 30, 2015 6:52:20 GMT
Marcel observed whole situation from a safe distance. Moira reported him that Volodja is having private conversation with a uncommon species of Volge and Marcel had to decide between trying to go in and save Volodja from a certain death or wait for an outcome of the situation. His common sense told him to wait and reminded Marcel about Volodja's survival skills. But Marcel was not sure, he should listen what his sense had to say. Volodja le Fou always acted against his survival instincts and managed to stay alive no matter what. Marcel could try it too. He is not less of the man than soft and sensitive Volodja. No way - Marcel was tough as a nail and he didn't had any disturbing feelings like Volodja possessed. Volodja always felt that he had not done enough and was guilt ridden because of that. Marcel knew that he will always do as much as needed to get his job done and rest is not his concern. Clients get exactly what they paid for, when they deal with him. No more, no less. And definitely no bonuses from Marcel's side. Compared with gentle and useless Volodja, Marcel was the REAL MAN.
But now he hesitated. He had a personal affair with Volodja. Nothing to do with business and if Volodja dies now, then Marcel never gets a chance to...
Very reluctantly he started to sneak closer to the ruins of the VBI building. He doesn't have to decide anything yet. He just gets closer to the group and collects some loot on his way. And he can act any time he likes. And if he doesn't want to act, then nobody can force him.
"Do something useful for once and block ANY attempts to discover my whereabouts," he ordered Moira. "I want to be invisible."
"Don't you worry. This time we share the same interest. I finally get to meet the legend in person," replied Moira.
"He is absolutely nobody. How many times I must tell you that?!"
Marcel sneaked even closer to the remains of the building and peeked inside. It's now or never. Never!
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