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Post by Erika Widowmaker on Jul 2, 2015 9:12:26 GMT
As Taffer's hand hovered over the back of Erika Widowmaker's neck ready to administer treatment as she sat in the rocking chair biting her lower lip until it bled, massaging her temples vigorously, then she muttered, "Must... be... strong..." Whereupon Lady Christianna slapped Erika hard as her little chalk white hand could, making Erika's jaw drop and her jade eyes grow big, then Lady pushed Taffer's hand down on Erika's neck as she said, "Both silly. DO IT!" Erika blinked twice, then nodded her assent. The pain drained from her face as Taffer administered relief, as Erika realized just how much Lady had matured since she met her. "Thank you Taffer, " Said Erika, then turned to Lady, "And thank you as well."  |
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Post by Belle Starr on Jul 2, 2015 14:16:02 GMT
As Belle Starr chatted cheerfully with Mrs. Petrovich, she contacted the rest of the team via their EGOs, "Just so y'all know, and the parties concerned have all agreed, when we start moving EGO psyches around and Sandy gets her body back, we want MOM moved to Lady and Alfred moved back to me! I know some of you would rather keep him locked up in the dream machine, but he has a wealth of knowledge that would be wasted, and more importantly, he is my father, so he is my cross to bear! MOM can help Lady a lot, especial in all things maternal, and Lady told me she is looking forward to having a MOM, and MOM is too!" "Yeppers," Added Lady through her EGO. "Of course, first course of action is to get Amber back into Erika's noggin, and then Pete back into Chris' if he really wants him!" thought Belle to the others, having been to Psycho Pete's island of hellbugs as a young ark hunter and barely surviving, so wondering why anyone would want him as an EGO psyche. "To each there own!" Thought Belle only to herself. Belle walked over to where the unconscious Lena Marr was on the operating table, remembering the pleasant friendship they once shared when Belle was going through a difficult time in her life, or at least Belle thought they shared, then turned to Marcel suggesting, "Y'all may want to come back with us to Paradise, so that Dr. Orion can help with her recovery on the way back! Don't know how y'all got here, don't care, but if there are complications, Dr. Orion is better prepared to deal with it than you are Marcel! That is, if you really care about her! You have my personal promise that we won't tinker with her new EGO and y'all will be free to go your way when we get to the Bay Area!"  |
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Post by Marcel Lestrange on Jul 2, 2015 16:30:37 GMT
"Really nice offer from you and it is worth considering. But there is one little detail that bothers me. Not Volodja. I am used with him and his tricks. But there is small lonely plane waiting for me to take her to another flight. It would be a real shame to leave that plane into snow. But Lena comes first and I probably manage to arrange a new plane for us one day, because I will be accompanying her to make sure that is and stays unharmed. You promised not to manipulate with her EGO but I need double indemnity, so my good old friend Volodja will be the one who guarantees that nobody is going to harm us when we are enjoying your hospitality. Ça te dit, Volodja?" (You are up for it, Volodja?)
Volodja thought about it and said: "Mais naturellement, Marcel. Lu et approuvé. J’en mettrais ma main au feu (Naturally, Marcel. Accepted and agreed. I'd put my hand in the fire!).
"I will make sure that you will, Volodja," said Marcel to him. "If anything happens to us, then Volodja will be the one who pays for that. He is going to be next Scaevola. Understood, Mademoiselle Belle?"
"Gaius Mucius, Marcel. A Roman assassin who thrust his right hand into a fire which was lit for sacrifice and held it there without giving any indication of pain, when he was captured after his failed assignation attempt on Etruscan king Porsena, thus earning himself and his descendants the cognomen Scaevola which means "left-handed". A really weird way to demonstrate one's courage. Especially when Mucius messed everything up when he killed Porsena's secretary instead of him. He really should prepared himself for that mission but he didn't bothered to find out how his target looks like. Actually it's not clear whether the story of Mucius is historical or mythical anyway, but if you insist me to risk with my hand then..."
"Speaking of hands," declared Pyotr Yershov. "I could use one right now. Lena will be all right, but I need someone to assist me when I reconnect hosts with their EGO psyches or provide them with new ones. Inventor of this device you call "dream machine" seems to be a suitable candidate. Maybe someone else is willing to help us too."
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Post by Belle Starr on Jul 2, 2015 17:56:28 GMT
A frown crossed Belle Starr's pretty freckled face as she swiped the errant blond bangs from in front to her blue diamond eyes, as she replied to Marcel, "I'm totally responsible for my own word, but if you want to play that silly Macho game with Volodja, that's fine, but I think it's beneath you both! It don't matter no how for nothing is going to happen to either you nor Lena, as I gave MY word!"
Stephanie Yershova inadvertently diffused the circumstances, running up with a pen and a copy of "Confessions of an Ark Hunter," the unauthorized biography of Belle's early life, asking, "I know it's an imposition, but will you please sign this for me? Reading it was a great diversion while I was recovering from the operations."
Belle smiled warmly, saying, "As long as y'all don't take those stories too seriously, I'll be glad to!"
As Belle signed the inside cover page of the book, she thought that Stephanie's struggle to live past her cancer deserved a book more than Belle's silly adventures as an ark hunter, but that she figured was the fickleness of fame. Those that deserved it most rarely got the attention, such as people like Volodja who she believed were much more deserving of being famous than herself because of their great knowledge, kindness, and problem solving abilities. Being a public person was more of being in the right place at the right time than any other factor, and the public loses interest as fast as they gain it, so fame is fleeting as well.
Belle turned her attention to Stephanie's husband saying, "Pyotr, I used the dream machine probably more than anyone else, to my eternal chagrin! Maybe that experience can be used to help y'all?"
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on Jul 2, 2015 19:03:24 GMT
Volodja smiled, seeing Stephanie Yershova's sincere admiration towards Belle. He happened to share the feeling and maybe even more, but that was irrelevant at moment. Actually it didn't even matter who possesses bigger...ego - Marcel or him, although Volodja was quite happy when he managed to give something back to Marcel after being punched into stomach with his shotgun. Volodja knew how Marcel hated his lectures so he used an opportunity for a bit petty revenge.
He should have been bigger than that, but temptation was too hard to resist this time. Especially when he felt his slightly six-pack shaped stomach still aching from the blow. Pride was all Volodja had, because he was an unknown sailor after all. Maybe it was unnecessary treat, but it was part of him and sometimes it made him to play with fire, although Volodja's playful mind was often other reason why he tried to tease Marcel. Anyway - he was ready to help in any way necessary if they need his humble skills, knowledge and crazy ideas.
Marcel Lestrange looked at Belle Starr and said: "Bon. All right. I will trust your word, Mademoiselle Belle. Volodja can keep his hands to himself as long as he keeps visible all the time. He is way too skilful with them, I am afraid, like he has his way with words. I will be watching you, Volodja."
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Post by Taffer on Jul 2, 2015 19:36:08 GMT
"Thank you too Erika", Taffer said, standing up. "You helped me a lot right now. I've just realized how I love you all, my little family. Of course, I'd rather have this realization under more pleasant circumstances."
When Belle made her proposal, he replied to his teammates' EGO, "Belle, you know I'm negative on both Lena and Alfred to be around us, but that's just me and both are personal matters. It will make me watch them more thoroughly. But I still think Lady should have the final say on Lena's case as it was she and her kids Lena was trying to kill. The plane will fit into the cargo bay nicely, only wings have to be disassembled and then assembled back on arrival, but I'm sure Chris with the maintenance crew can handle it. I'm also offering my help to Pyotr as I have some experience in electronics and programming, I have a sentient EGO unit which is trained in programming, hacking, data transfer, encryption and decryption. Unless Atticus decides I'll be of more help guarding our surroundings or these special guests of Pyotr we've just met. Anyway, I think all this discussion can wait and Erika needs Amber back right now."
He put out his hand to Erika in case she needed some help standing up but not being too persistent knowing Erika might want to walk in alone to not show her weakness, especially around those who were not her close relatives or friends.
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Post by Erika Widowmaker on Jul 2, 2015 20:56:30 GMT
Erika Widowmaker smiled wanly at Taffer, but took his hand to stand up from the rocking chair, thanking him afterwards. However as expected, she refused any attempt to help her walk inside, her pride fueling her effort step by step to Pyotr's lab.
When Taffer made his suggestion that Lady Christianna should have final say as to the diabolical duo accompanying them back to Paradise, since she was the target of their various assassination attempts, she merely shrugged her thin shoulders and said confidently, "Atticus will protect me."
As Marcel, Volodja, and Belle spoke, Lady followed Erika, ready to grab her from behind if she should fall, but Erika made her way without mishap until she reached the staircase to the basement lab, On the third step down, Erika suddenly lost her balance and began to fall forward. Lady made a grab for the neck piece of Erika's armor, but missed.
At the same time, as Lena's EGO implant operation was over and fate would have it, her long lashed sky blue eyes fluttered open as she awoke groggily to the sight of Marcel surrounded by Belle, Volodja, and the EGO specialist standing around her operation table. She effortlessly slipped her right hand out of its restraint, reaching to her breast to fumble out the switchblade knife from her bra, wondering which one to stab to give Marcel a chance to escape.
With a quick flip of her chalk white wrist, she opened the knife as Lena's befuddled mind chose Volodja, putting the point of the open blade against his groin, the only place she could reach being strapped to the operation table, and threatened in a slurred voice, "Don mave! Led Mashal sgo, ar Awll cus oss Vojoe's bowls!"
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Post by Atticus Batman on Jul 2, 2015 22:55:43 GMT
I respond to Taffer and the group via EGO. "If Taffer needs to help Petrovich, then that is fine. I will watch Lena and Marcel. I may have reason to dislike Lestrange, but I am sure that he will be fine as long as we keep Belle's and Volodja's words. Lena is the unpredictable one, especially since she just had minor surgery and her enemies will be here, when she wakes up. I would probably start fighting as soon as I realized I was surrounded by those I consider enemies. So I say we expect her to do so, as well. As for Lady getting MOM as her new EGO, that is between you ladies. However, I can tell Dinara approves as well. As Belle says, Alfred is her father, so what is done with him is her call. Even though he has proven to be a liability to our safety, several times already."
I am still standing at the foot of the steps as Erika and Lady start down them. I see Erika slip and manage to get up the steps and catch her, but not quite sure if she hit the banister or a couple steps, before I got to her. Then I get us down the steps to a chair. As I caught her though, I heard a switchblade open. I get Erika into the chair, as I hear Lena's slurred speech. I set Erika down gently and look at Lena. She is holding a blade to Volo's nuts, and Belle is close enough to try to stop her but I decide to talk to Lena. Either I can buy Belle, Volodja or even Marcel time to do something to stop her, or I can talk her down. If not, then Volodja becomes a eunuch and Lena dies.
"If you really want to cut off his balls for some wrong doing he did, then be my guest. That is between you and him. However as far as I know, the fool did nothing wrong to you yet. Now if it is just because you fear for Marcel Lestrange's safety, then look around Lena.
None of us have our weapons out, except Marcel, who is still holding his shotgun nicely on his lap. I even sheathed my gun and agreed to not harm the two of you. Belle and Volodja gave their word to Lestrange, that you are both to be treated as friends for now. I have no problems with that, if you do not try to harm any of us. So let the fool keep his sack as long as he deserves to. Use your brains.
I know you are smarter than you let on. I have no reason to kill either of you at the moment, so do not give me one. Afterall, If you hurt him, I kill you and perhaps Marcel. If you put that blade back wherever you got it, then we all continue to be civil and everyone lives with all their limbs intact, and this action overlooked for what it is. A person groggy from surgery, trying to protect the one she loves, and not realizing that there is no current danger. Besides, I know you may be surprised to see the others, as their reasons for being here were a sudden issue. However you shouldn't be too surprised to see me. You and Lestrange, both, knew damn well that I was coming to Defiance.
So put the blade away, and recover while we get our turns to get Petrovich's help. We spend a few hours here, so I can do my private business in Defiance. Perhaps Marcel Lestrange could even help me with that business, as can you if have recovered enough, by the time I am ready to go do what I need. Then You and Marcel accompany us back to Paradise as our guests, complete with a guest suite on our ship, like Lestrange agreed. Then you are both free to go, once we land in Paradise and do some minor repairs to your plane. No offense but your weapons will be turned into me upon boarding, and returned to you, when we are off the ship."
I could tell that Belle and Taffer, and maybe even Lady glanced at me, when I mentioned Lestrange and Lena knowing about my private reasons for being in Defiance, but I ignore it for now. I will deal with their concerns if they ask, especially Lady as I do not lie to her, but there is no reason to let their possible objections affect me before they voice them.
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Post by Belle Starr on Jul 2, 2015 23:17:04 GMT
Lena Marr blinked her long lashed sky blue eyes several times, glancing around as much as her restrained and drugged body would let her do strapped to an operation table stomach down. What she could see confirmed that Atticus was telling the truth, so she answered as she closed the switchblade, "Okays... we're all friends nowse... Awwshome."
Her sky blue eyes fluttered closed, but just as suddenly one flashed open focusing on Atticus as she said right before it shut once again and she started snoring loudly, "Youse still scares the shisse out of meeee... ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ."
As the closed switchblade fell from Lena's limp fingers towards the floor, Belle Starr caught it, securing it in a pocket of her Liberty Trooper armor, saying to Atticus with a good natured smile, "We'll make a diplomat out of y'all yet Atticus!"
Belle then sent a serious sounding message to Atticus via their EGOs, asking, "I sure as heck would like to know what personal business y'all have in Defiance, and why y'all might need two varmints like Marcel and Lena to help you, but that discussion can come later! Right now Erika is my chief concern! We need to get Amber back in her noggin ASAP - and pray we're not too late!"
Lady Christianna was surreptitiously listening in to their private EGO communication as was her habit when it concerned her soon-to-be husband, and looked with concern from one to the other with intense pink eyes, hoping whatever this was would not tear a rift between her lover and her best friend.
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Post by Atticus Batman on Jul 3, 2015 0:12:24 GMT
I smile my predatory smile behind my mask at Lena's remark, even though nobody can see it, and respond with, "Good to know Lena. Besides I scare the shisse out of a lot of people...even myself at times."
Then I look at Belle after her diplomat remark. "I sure as hell hope not. All of these nonviolent solutions are too dakking boring, and likely to get a person killed. I prefer action, over all this talk."
Then I send Belle an EGO message in response to hers. "Fine if you really want to know, then I will tell you, after we have helped our family with the crisis that you know about, but I will not leave Defiance until my business is done! Unless a member of our family's health and safety requires it!! However as you said, Erika is most important for now. So MY LITTLE Sister, help the expert help OUR Big sister, NOW!!! Lecture and hate me later!"
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on Jul 3, 2015 4:31:44 GMT
Volodja Uljanov retreated into shady corner. His part was done - he offered little moment of tension and a comic relief. Now he could back off until he was needed again. Guess he needed that lesson as a reminder of his mortality and limited skills because once again he hadn't done anything to be proud of. His mind and words betrayed him again. That's why he hid himself into shadows, so nobody could see this old Fool until they finish their important work.
Marcel Lestrange accompanied him quietly and whispered: "Do not feel bad Volodja. Now you are right where you belong. Thank you for offering me the pleasure to see you in a situation like that. I will treasure that memory as long as I live."
"The pleasure is all yours, Marcel," replied Volodja calmly. "Fortunately I am nobody, so people forget not so glorious this moment right after next analogical situation happens. Part of my life. Maybe I should stayed in shadows from the beginning. At least somebody got to save the day thanks to me and my helplessness. These kind of things happen mostly with me or because of me lately. Guess I have to accept that I never going to be in a better role than a fool who entertains people with his mindless acts while other do their serious and useful deeds."
"Too late for that Volodja," was Marcel's cold and merciless answer. "And if you decide retreat and hide yourself then I will take care that you do not stay hidden too long. Just wait and see." Seeing that Marcel accompanied rest of the people, leaving Volodja to his dark corner to ponder about Marcel's words.
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Post by Belle Starr on Jul 3, 2015 8:21:22 GMT
A frown crept upon Belle Starr's normally smiling freckled face as she watched Volodja Uljanov and his fragile pride retreat to a dark corner of the laboratory. She swiped the errant strand of blond hair from in front of her beautiful blue diamond eyes filled with obvious concern for her friend as she saw Marcel sit next to Volodja and converse. Belle probably could have helped not to eavesdrop, but didn't want to as the super hearing that her Volge grafted genes had granted her allowed her to listen into what was said. "Jeezums, anyone of us could have been caught unaware like that," Thought Belle to herself, "Why is Volo so hard on himself all the time? He was just in the wrong place at the wrong time! It could just have easily been me - well, if I had the particular appendage Lena was threatening anyway!" Belle's big blue eyes were not the only eyes watching intently Volodja's every move of the moment, for through Lady's Castithan pink eyes, Sandy Bell, Lady's psyche was seeing him as well, asking Lady, "Can I go visit, at least for a few seconds?" "Sure. Remember. Conserve energy." Answered Lady with an enigmatic smile that hid her true thoughts, as well as her own worries about her friend and teacher. Holographic Sandy appeared in her military fatigues sitting in the chair just vacated by Marcel, leaning her pretty shining head on his shoulder, stimulating the nerves there so that he would feel the exact weight of it if it were real, saying, "Volodja, I know that look by now. You are blaming yourself for something trivial that couldn't be stopped and which none of your friends here thought twice about yet alone condemn you for like you are doing yourself. I don't know what happened to put you in this blue funk, but I do know YOU are the fucking hero here! Atticus may be stronger, Taffer may have more skills, and Belle more fame, but when push comes to shove, YOU are the damn hero! The other's may implement the solutions to the problems, but you come up with the ideas, and the others would be damn helpless without you!" Sandy lifted her head to turn and face him, grinning as she stimulated the nerves of his lips as if he was kissed long and hard, "Most importantly, I love you, you love me, and I have such a fucking great reunion planned for us as soon as I get my body back that you won't be able to walk straight for days! Unfortunately, Lady is reminding me that I'm going to need my strength for the coming mind transferal, so she's calling me back now. Just remember I love you and you love me, and we'll be together soon for real and have a hell of a great future in front of us and whatever just happened doesn't matter a damned bit in the long run!" With that Sandy disappeared back into Lady's EGO implant, her kiss lingering on Volodja's lips as Lady followed the others to provide moral support to Erika Widowmaker as they prepared to return her sentient EGO psyche, Amber, to her in the hopes that Amber could stem the debilitating effects of Erika's brain tumor. Belle saw Volodja still sitting and brooding there in his dark corner as the others left, so she sat down next to him, unconsciously stretching her long shapely legs in front of her as she stared at her armored boots collecting her thoughts as to what to say to him.  When Belle had formed the words in her mind, she gently placed a delicate pale hand on his knee to get his attention, then locked her blue diamond eyes on his as she leaned forward, smiled confidently, and said, "If y'all will remember, Volo, it was you who modified the Inquisition's brain washing device into the dream machine! I just used it most - or more aptly, misused it most!" Belle giggled melodically, a sound that was both girlish and angelic at the same time, before continuing, "I can advice Pyotr as to how it worked on the inside when I used it, but I don't have a cat's whisker of knowledge of how it works! Chris might have the technical knowledge, and Taffer the electronic skills, but the concept and the creation was all yours! Erika and Amber need you Volo! Sophie needs you! Chris needs you - and so do I! Only you can help Pyotr and the team pull this off!" With that said, Belle stood up to her full six foot height, putting her pale hands on her hips and inadvertently striking a statuesque pose as she smiled with pearly white teeth and sparkling blue diamond eyes down at the still sitting Volodja, saying with a charming Southern drawl, "So what do y'all say - shall we go do this THANG!" |
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on Jul 3, 2015 10:52:49 GMT
"I used to think this way," said Volodja with a sad smile on his tired face. "I have lost everything that made me feel special and skilful - possession of knowledge, common sense and art of words, so now I feel that I am nobody. Everyone else evolve and that's good. Unfortunately I feel like degenerating. I can't go up any more. For me it's constant downfall. My ideas turn out to be disastrous, my words won't convince anybody any more, I have lost my balanced thinking and common sense. So I became an idiot savant instead of being a great mind. I used to be the guy with words and diplomatic skills, but now I can't say a word in sticky situation. I have lost my previous functions and can't find new ones. I will try to help you guys out before retreating into my corner again, of course. That much I can do. That much I will do. Atticus may be stronger, Taffer may have more skills, and you have more fame. I used to have my treats, but not any more - I am not that Volodja who used to be smart, cultured, well spoken, charming and diplomatic. I don't have anything left to make me unique."  |
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Post by Belle Starr on Jul 3, 2015 13:37:09 GMT
Belle Starr sat back down with a sigh, realizing that Volodja had to work through this crisis of his own before he could be of any help to those in crisis themselves, such as Erika and Sophie, but not sure how to proceed in order to help him. As Belle pondered the dilemma, she rested her elbows on her knees as she leaned forward tenting her hands and resting her pale chin on them as she stared into space with unblinking blue diamond eyes.
Finally, Belle spoke slowly and hesitantly, but from the heart, as she said, "Want to know why I'm concerned for Lena's health, even though she betrayed the whole team's trust and especially mine, and even tried to kill Lady? When I was Volging-out and freaking out the whole base and was locked up in a special prison cell built just to keep me secured and everybody else safe from me, Lena came in and talked to me. Nothing special, just chatted with me about unimportant stuff, but helping me get through one of the most difficult times of my life. I was feeling useless and a danger to everyone around me, that everything that made me - well, me - was gone never to return! I wasn't the super hero with a wonderful destiny I pictured myself to be, just a mindless monster, a danger to the very innocents I had pledged to protect! I know now that Lena talking to me was to get into my head and manipulate me - happens to me more times than I like to admit - but at the time, it made me feel human at a time when I felt everybody but one believed I was an inhuman monster! No, that one wasn't Lena, it was you Volo! You were the only one saying I needed help not imprisonment - not that I wouldn't have agreed with the others if I had been in their shoes, because I would have! Having a loose Volge on the base is not conducive to a safe workplace record!"
Belle giggled again, although this time it was more nervous than musical sounding, as she continued, "That's besides the point - the fact is you stood up for me, became my advocate, and gave the team a different way of looking at things, a different perspective that is needed when decisions are being made that affect people's lives! You play an important part on this team, whether you realize it or not, because you make us look BEFORE we leap! We may not always take your advice, but you make us consider that there are choices and the consequences of the choices we make! That's a unique quality among all sentient beings - the ability to make people THINK! That's why I picked y'all as teacher for the young uns, and why if you leave the team, we will not be nearly as effective in protecting innocents, not only from evil, but sometimes... from ourselves!"
Belle sighed again, then kissed him on the cheek before standing up and saying, "I love you Volo because of the very special person you are, and wish you all the happiness in the world, but I can't make you happy, and neither can Sandy, or any other person in the world if you won't let yourself be happy! You can stay here sitting feeling sorry for yourself, or you can go in there and help your friends who really need your help! The choice is yours, but so are the consequences! You can do whatever you want, but please realized that the choices you make, even when they seem personal, have consequences for the people who love you!"
Belle stood up and sashayed out of the room, hoping Volo would follow her and praying they would be able to treat Erika in time to save her life.
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on Jul 3, 2015 13:50:25 GMT
"I was going to help," muttered Volodja. "Just let us hope that my help won't make things any worse as they are, because other's lives depend on it. I am used to swim against the tide, so I can keep that course. Besides - I can still consider myself to be most unconventional thinker on this hemisphere. Or that other one." He grinned on that thought, because it was way too pretentious, but he didn't bother to hide that thought either. At moment anything goes, because he didn't wanted to let Belle down. She trusted him and believed that he is able to help Erika and Sophie and even Alfred and Psycho Pete. And Sandy had a chance to get her body back and he was the one who could help or doom them all.
Too many destinies of sentient beings were at stake. That was scary from one side and really challenging from other. Volodja decided to take the challenge side this time, because Belle reminded him that he was the one who opposed the idea of locking her up. He didn't succeed first, but later he made everyone else to see his point. And he sure was not afraid to do something real to prove it, although reasons of doing that were...Irrelevant, as his common sense told him, although part of him didn't listened his common sense, although it managed to prove that Belle prefers Princes and not knight-errants like Volodja. He was right about his decision to release Belle and that's all that mattered at the end. he owes Belle a lot in any case because she was always there for him as he was always trying to be there for her. OK, OK, don't get carried away too much Volodja.
Belle's words hit him straight to his heart in any case. He can either stay into his dark corner, although he was going to help others if he was capable, or make a move and try to help and then return to his place on the certain lower levels of feeding chain where, he believed, he belongs to. This time he decided to act and when returned from his dark corner, Volodja had his usual heart melting smile on his handsome face. As a good actor he was able to hide his tiredness when he said with his most common voice:
"Начнем из Эрики, Петр Палыч (We begin with Erika, Pyotr Palych). She is our priority now. Her sentient EGO psyche Amber, is inside this device among others. Our duty is to make sure that Amber gets out first and I might have an idea to make sure that she is first in line. First we connect that memory device with your equipment to establish a communication link. We can type messages or send some holographic courier to arrange things inside that piece of equipment. Then we connect device with EGO implant and let the transfusion begin! But be careful, because I managed to cause a lot of trouble when I tried it without testing it properly. Only positive side effect was that Sandy got her corporeal body back, but I doubt that rest of our sentient EGO psyches have corporeal bodies and even if they have then they aren't exactly in best condition like Alfred's.
I think that I am volunteering to be the courier, because technicalities aren't exactly my forte but I feel that I am capable to organize couple of EGO'-s into a decent line. Besides - I miss Sophie and would be really glad to see her. You can toss coins or arrange a lottery to put others in line, except Lady, because we need to connect Sandy with her body and transfer MOM into her mind. I guess that will be the last thing we will do, because it will be the most complicated procedure. I do wish that we had another memory device with us, because MOM needs a hiding place for awhile. From other side - seeing her would make Alfred to forget his usual narky attitude. Maybe sending MOM into memory device will be even useful."
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