Kimato
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Post by Kimato on Jan 26, 2005 16:25:08 GMT -5
Kimato stares dumbly at Thanatos. Nicholi...gone? For some reason, the simple pronouncement ties a knot in the pit of her stomach. Nicholi was the one who'd rescued her, brought her here, and although everyone she had met since her arrival had shown her courtesy and kindness, it is Nicholi, and only Nicholi, that she wishes to see now. He seemed to know she was capable of being part of this mission...of actually fighting, being of some use.
Though no one said it, their actions and words spoke it: they accepted her as one of their comrades because Nicholi said so. Nicholi, on the other hand, seems to accept her because he wants her there; he thinks she is capable. As for the others...
They think I am too gentle...too soft for this fight.
Thanatos is no exception. Now he stands before her, smirking down at her. It's the same look her little brother used to give her, when he knew something she didn't know and was gloating.
But she cannot speak any of these feelings. Perhaps Thanatos shows no emotions for a reason. Perhaps to show your feelings is to reveal your weaknesses. Calmly, masking the odd mixture of regret at Nicholi's departure and the usual annoyance at herself for being so weak, Kimato inquires of Thanatos:
"When are we to leave for the Ruined City?"
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Post by Thanatos on Jan 26, 2005 18:18:06 GMT -5
"Departure should occur within one day--adequate time should be allotted for individuals to complete their current endeavors. During this time it would be intelligent for you to recuperate more fully from your MASS encounter. Long-lasting negative effects stemming from this event would be most...unfortunate."
As Thanatos finishes speaking, the glimmer of a smile he had possessed disappears as quickly as it had first made its appearance. The seamless black visor concludes its frightening scrutinization of Kimato, much to her relief.
It is a shame. Minute traces of the emotion were hinted at in both manner and word, yet as soon as it is called to the individual's attention, the rogue feeling is veiled and locked away. Inefficient, yet certainly not without appeal at its own innate flaws.
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Kimato
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Post by Kimato on Jan 28, 2005 22:30:50 GMT -5
Kimato inclines her head slightly, bowing respectfully to Thanatos.
"Thank you Thanatos. I believe you are correct; I shall spend the time remaining until our departure in my room."
With this, she takes her leave, walking past him toward her room. Though her expression is mild and contented, her shoulders are slumped, and it is apparent that the events of the past days have worn her body and spirit down considerably.
As she walks, she thinks to herself. Surely there is a fight coming. Nicholi knows it; that's why he's gone away, to bring the fight to us before it can sneak up on us. Frustrated, she squeezes her eyes shut and quickens her pace. Even I'm not sure if I can do this...but I've got to try.
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Post by Argis on Jan 29, 2005 2:08:20 GMT -5
Argis merely moved out of meditation “Mina I will find you and when I do …” * A loud voice ring in Argis’s head* “what will you do kill her murder blood why do you just kill all mass (evil laugh).”<br>“GET OUT!” Argis starts to sweat and grabs his head and squeezes trying to squish the voices out of his head. Argis merely gets up then a sharp pain surges threw his head “you made me…. You can’t destroy me, I’m always here Mina must die, and so must all mass…” “SHUT UP, SHUT UP!” Argis merely just shakes his head as his eyes go back to the lack of emotion but pain still leaks from them. As Thanatos knocks, and walks in a briefs Argis then merely turns and leaves. Argis stands there then nods and packes he loads his gun, and his sword shurrekens, ect. .
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Post by Whitakker on Jan 29, 2005 19:44:29 GMT -5
*Meanwhile, Whitakker has sat in the lounge for over the past half hour, quietly reading a book. Skye flies in through a window, finished with his hunting, and perches on Whitakker's chair.*
"I trust your venture was successful, eh Skye?", Whitakker murmurs, as it is evident that Skye had his fill, judging from the slightly bloodstained beak and talons.
"I wonder what has been happening in the dorms, and where Master Nicholi has been. I'll go check."
*Whitakker and Skye proceed upstairs to the dorms, and after a bit of searching, Whitakker finds Thanatos standing outside Argis' room. Thanatos turns slightly, acknowledging Whitakker's presence.*
"What's going on? Anything I should know about?", Whitakker asks Thanatos, as he spies Argis' packing his weapons.
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Post by Thanatos on Jan 30, 2005 18:33:27 GMT -5
With a curt nod Thanatos recognizes Whitakker, his voice both aloof and quiet in response to the man's inquiry.
"Master Nicholi has taken a momentary leave of absence, and has deemed it fit that I watch over the rest of his compatriots in his absence. We are to meet Master Nicholi at the edge of the Ruined City, and will be departing within one day. Inform those that are as of yet unaware. I have business that must be attended to."
Thus with another polite nod the assassin steps leisurely past Whitakker, apparently having no need for a response on the other man's part. Thanatos makes his way swiftly through narrow Manor corridors and down the gigantic central staircase, his destination the sitting room that currently holds the lounging Syrant.
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Post by Syrant on Jan 30, 2005 18:57:17 GMT -5
Syrant sits still, his mind focused on other things out of the manor. His mind was preparing him for what lied ahead. It was almost time for him to do what he had set out to do long ago. Syrant still had one of his guns drawn out. He stares at the worn weapon that he has taken so many lives with and now he is ready to take another. Moment after moment he though. Syrant finally puts his gun away and turns his head to see Thanatos entering the room.
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Post by Thanatos on Feb 3, 2005 18:09:12 GMT -5
Thanatos walks lazily into the room, visor executing a slow sweep of the room even as he seats himself in the armchair directly adjacent to Syrant's own, two black-gloved hands resting lightly on the gigantic armrests as the assassin settles back in the chair. The words he speak carry softly towards Syrant, projecting and resounding even in their deceptively low volume.
"You sensed MASS, comrade. This is a skill of which there have never been any recorded cases of, nor is the ability even possible for any of fully human blood."
There is a minute shifting in Thanatos' posture as he leans closer towards Syrant, showing a deep-seated curiosity and almost eagerness in this action.
"There is also an air of impatience about you, the air of an individual that is waiting anxiously for something of great importance to occur. This has occurred after you were wounded by one of the MASS-possessed, despite the fact that the destruction of such creatures is child's play for one of your skill. I want you to tell me why such things are; why you act as no other man could, and why even now you hover on the edge of something only you can face..." --------------------------------------------------------------------------
((See "Skeleton in the Closet--Syrant and Thanatos" for all that follows. Any posts made by Thanatos or Syrant on this thread are said to have been after the end of the other thread in question, yet for the time being posts will be made on both threads simaltaneously. Try to bear this chronology in mind.))
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Dimitri
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Post by Dimitri on Feb 6, 2005 15:56:03 GMT -5
Dimitri awakens from his sleep and looks around the room. "Oh yeah, I'm in Nicholi's house."
Dimitri shakes his head to clear away the rest of the cobwebs and rises from the bed.
"Well, I better start making some new weapons!"
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Post by Whitakker on Feb 7, 2005 19:15:29 GMT -5
*Whitakker stands in the doorway of Dimitri's dormitory, unnoticed by Dimitri. In a matter of fact tone:*
"I'm afraid you'll have to cut your project short for now, Dimitri. Thanatos has instructed me to find you, Miss Kimato, and that strange man, Greenman. Please pack what equipment and weapons you have now. I advise you wait in the lobby for Thanatos and the others."
*Whitakker walks away, off to find Miss Kimato. After some searching, he finds her in the library. She looks up from a book at him.*
"Thanatos has instructed me to tell you that we will be leaving shortly. Please gather your belongings up and wait in the lobby for Thanatos. Thank you."
*Whitakker finally ventures off to find Leif. Passing the lobby, he notices a note on the table from Leif.*
Goodbye for now. Greenman, called Leif
"Well then..."
*Whitakker puts the note down, and proceeds to find Thanatos again.*
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Kimato
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Post by Kimato on Feb 7, 2005 20:08:10 GMT -5
Kimato stares at the spot where Whitakker stood only a moment before with a little dislike in her eyes. She had gone to her room as Thanatos had suggested, and slept for an hour or two. The sleep had not been a peaceful one, but filled with merciless nightmares, and she had awoken more exhausted than before. After trying, and failing, to go back to sleep, she had gotten up and made her way down to the library, managing to get lost at least twice as she went. Upon Whitakker's interruption, she had been almost done with a very interesting novel. The worlds in these books were so foreign...full of so many things she could not clearly understand or imagine. Then again, there were things she recognized, about people. Things such as laughter, and love, and sorrow, and anger. And danger...betrayal. It occured to Kimato that humans, no matter what the time period or level of technology, were very much the same.
Then Whitakker had come in and announced that they would soon leave. Her irrational disappointment and annoyance at Whitakker for bringing her away from this world of fantasy was strange to her. She had never immersed herself in a book this way. Kimato is not a very adept reader, and has always hated anything that required her to read. But this...this was different. These stories are not merely histories, boring facts. Well...some of them are, she thought, but they go so far beyond just the facts...into the emotions, and the undercurrents, and the hidden reasons. It makes her head spin, how much detail and emotion can be conveyed with just simple words.
Reluctantly laying the book aside, Kimato stands and begins the trek up to her room, to ready herself for the mission ahead. Up the staircase, down halls lined with portraits of people long dead, and finally to her little room. Entering and closing the door behind her, she stops and stares, trying to imprint the picture on her mind.
Something aches in her chest as she looks around the little room. Inexplicably, she regrets that she must leave it. Though her stay at Anhelo Manor has been short, it has still been the first place she has felt safe since...
Cyr... Though she tries not to think of it, the name comes bobbing to the surface of her mind's murky waters, demanding acknowledgement. Yes, Cyr, I felt safe with you once. It was a false sense of security.
Pushing that rogue thought aside, Kimato walks over to her bed and kneels, groping in the darkness under it for Nicholi's chakram. I was sure I left it here when Argis came to the door. Where is it? Feeling something hard against her hand, she grasps it and pulls it out.
She finds herself holding the family portrait. Laying it on the bed, she tries again, and emerges triumphantly with the chakram in hand. Going to the small dresser, she opens the drawers, looking for something that will work as a bag. Inside one drawer, she finds a duffel bag made of dark, rough material, and a red and white kimono in a style of years past. Apparently, someone enjoyed playing dress-up. A wry smile crosses Kimato's face, and she briefly remembers an image of a beautiful little girl with a million freckles on her chubby cheeks, giggling joyfully as she tried to walk in a pair of her mother's shoes.
Removing the bag and the kimono, she lays them on the bed. Picking up her gun off the night table where it was placed for her, she secures it in the hidden holster inside her coat. Picking up the chakram, she stuffs it in the duffel, along with the kimono. I hope Nicholi will not think me imposing, taking these things in such a way. But I will undoubtably need a change of clothing, and I brought nothing with me.
As an afterthought, Kimato reaches for the photograph...and stops, hesitating. She does not see any reason why she would need a worn old photograph of people she does not know, but she feels compelled to bring the picture anyway. Without knowing why, she concedes to the instinct (if you can call it such), and wraps the picture in the kimono, replacing both in the bag and pulling the drawstrings shut.
Finally, Kimato puts her hand inside her outer pocket, and pulls out a long black ribbon of thick, coarse material. Tilting her head back, she ties her hair with the ribbon. Picking up her duffel bag, she walks to the little door and opens it, looking back at the little room with a bit of sadness. Sighing, she closes the door and heads in the direction of the entrance hall of the grand manor, wondering if she will ever see that sweet, cozy little space again.
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Post by Thanatos on Feb 14, 2005 20:34:48 GMT -5
Thanatos leans against the main doors of the sprawling Manor, visor particularly bleak and shadowy in the dim electric lighting of the central hall. It has been several hours since the private encounter concerning Syrant and his late father, and the gunman wears an extra red badge of glory that he had not possessed previously, although it seems to pain him very little. Questioning stares of any other members of the party are severed abruptly by Syrant's cold gaze.
Nicholi's guests are gathered, and seem to sport all of the supplies necessary for the several-day journey ahead of them. Syrant, Kimato, Whitakker, Dimitri, and Argis--all are ready for the inevitable trials that surely lay before them...
Nodding once as conversation amongst the individuals gradually dies down, Thanatos steps foward, hands held dispassionately at his side. Following one more habitual sweep of the room, the assassin begins to speak, words presented in such a detached and quiet manner that it takes several seconds for their actual meaning to register with the listener.
"If the assembled have not already been informed, Master Nicholi has left on business. We are to meet him at the outskirts of the Ruined City, approximitely one thousand kilometers northward, where we will subsequently begin the first steps towards the eventual destruction of the MASS threat itself. For any not resigned to inevitable death in one form or another, this is not a venture that should be undertaken."
Thanatos allows several long seconds for these final words to make their mark, although his silence is in no way encouraging or understanding. It is instead a dead silence; a silence devoid of either movement or life. Eventually, he continues.
"For those that are interested in the venture, the trip to the Ruined City will take several days. Transportation has been provided--there were two suitable automobiles left behind by inhumed members of the White Village, and my own vehicle will also more than suffice as a suitable mode of travel. Stop only when necessary--much ground must be covered, and there are several unstable governmental provinces we will be passing through. That is all."
And with these final words, Thanatos turns on his heel, one hand easily pushing the mammoth wooden doors outwards as he strides from the Manor. Apparently, all that he finds necessary to be said has already been communicated. The only luggage the android carries is a thin black suitcase, its contents completely unknown.
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Dimitri
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Post by Dimitri on Feb 18, 2005 12:22:20 GMT -5
Dimitri strides over to his bike and loads his equipment onboard.
"looks likes it's time for us to mobile. I've known you people for a day and we're already going on a pilgramige to save mankind. You don't waste time."
Dimitri swings one of his legs over the side of the bike and starts the engine.
"So, who's going to lead our little caravan of Gypsys to the Ruined City?" he asks while loading bullets into his gun.
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Kimato
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Post by Kimato on Feb 18, 2005 13:05:38 GMT -5
Kimato lifts her small bag from the ground where it had rested by her feet. She watches as the others begin to move towards the door. Lingering, she looks around at the central hallway again. Yes...we have not known each other long. It is almost funny to think of us galavanting off to save the world as a group of strangers. Still...desperate times... Shrugging her shoulders, she heads for the doors, stepping out into the sunlight and looking around uncertainly.
Oh great...who am I expected to ride with?
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Post by Whitakker on Feb 20, 2005 22:27:47 GMT -5
*Whitakker lets Thanatos' words sink in, and then heads for one of the automobiles(OOC: I'm assuming we're talking about four-wheeled autos, right?). Upon hearing Dimitri's inquiry, Whitakker responds:*
"Well, Dimitri, seeing as how Thanatos has a significant familiarity with the Ruined City, it would make sense that he would be leading the way, eh? I'll drive one of them, and I guess Syrant could drive the other. Miss Kimato, you're welcome to ride with me if you wish. What about you, Dimitri?"
*Whitakker casually makes his way toward one of the vehicles, examines the controls, and begins to get in.*
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