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 Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 10:49 pm
"I remember one of my professors was telling me about such an object...well that and this thing called Anun Unrama." Zigfreid looked down to think for a second then he began to stepp foreward.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 2:41 pm
Laura thought to herself about HB. He was away, of course, had been for a while, but his name was Anung Un Rama. The world destroyer, it was said. He'd also given up that name, along with the Crown of Fire. She didn't say this out loud- it was Red's story and she wasn't gonna blab about it. What she did say was also the truth. "Maybe you herd wrong. Anum was the name of the first angel to use Vril."
She paused and then led him inside. She sighed and said happily, "'In Absentia Luci, Tenebrae Vincunt. It's latin for, 'In the absence of light, darkness prevails.' It's the motto. I don't speak Latin of course, just English and Spanish."
She took him to an elevator. "This way, Izzy."
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 3:01 pm
Izzy looked at her oddly "There's something you're hiding from me.." he whispered leaning in "I really want to trust you but if you arent going to be truthful then I can't.." he had a look of worry in his eyes "I'm catholic..from the Vatican and I know what Anung Un Rama means..."
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 5:13 pm
"It's not my secret to tell," she said truthfully and sincerely. "It's someone else's, and when and if you meet him, you can ask, but I'm not about to talk about someone's personal life."
Laura could be stern at times, and this was one of them. She was not a gossiper.
"But you, what were you up to at the Vatican? And what are they up to teaching demonic languages? Anung Un Rama certainly isn't from any human language." She grinned slyly at him. "I don't need you to answer that. I don't really expect you to- you deserve your secrets as I do mine and other people do theirs. It's an unspoken rule."
She hit the buttons on the elevator and they headed down.
"One thing, ahead of time, not everyone here looks like us."
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 6:05 pm
As they went down, Zigfreid's eyes widened and he looked at her with great suprise "you mean......Anung Un Rama i-is REAL!? " he began whisper again because he was getting loud "That's amazing! He's not mean is he?...eh anyway-" he quckly changed the subject for he needed to see this for himself. He smiled at Laura "Well...my buisness in the Vatican isn't really a secret at all..you see after the incident in Russia ,when I was little, the soviet union set out a search to find me. Knowing this I got scared and tried to flee. Of course everyone turned thier heads away so I had nowhere to go. That was untl I met a catholic preist in Munich,Germany and he protected me from both the Soviet and Nazi parties. After Hitler's death, he took me down to the Vatican and then I remember sleeping for a long time.........and then I escaped because they wanted me to become a preist myself. Then I went to Whammy House and here I am heheh..^^o" he scratched his head "That's my life for ya."
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 6:59 pm
Laura did the math quickly. She was good at things like math and science that required numbers, but it still took her a while. "It's been sixty-three years since Hitler died... and the USSR has been out for seventeen years... how old are you, Izzy? Nevermind, don't answer that. We've heard weirder stories. Here, this is your room."
She shouldered the door open and pointed to a key on the dresser. "That's the key. Don't lose it. I'll give you a few minutes to get used to it, yeah? I've got a lot of paperwork to do."
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 7:37 pm
He looked around inside the room and he sat on his bed. He noticed it was well put together and roomy. Any room, to him, was enough but he couldn't tell why it smelled like feet. "Hrm.....I see a TV...and a bathroom..and a closet. I'm sure that's all I need " he thought to himself "Dare I explore the rest of the establishment?"
He popped his head out of the door into the hallway. He could see people walking around in black suits. It reminded him of that funny alien movie he watched a year ago and he couldn't help but snicker when he saw the giant letters '51' on the wall. Adjusting his glasses he snuck out to wander and see his new home. As he walked he immediately noticed alot of things out of the ordinary and it suprised him to see that Laura was completely correct! And he even stopped to view some operatives getting pummled by a large squid-like creature. "Holy cow!! There's no telling what you'd find in here" he said quietly to himself.
After about five minutes he continued to work his way down the hall. His interest was peaked as he viewed a large golden door. He knew he shouldn't but he wanted to see so he opened it to peer inside.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 11:22 pm
Laura retrieved the paperwork from Manning's office (yeah, right, like she was gonna bother asking) and a pen and took everything back to her room. She filled them out quickly.
She liked paperwork. Laura found something comforting in putting information into an easily accessible form. She would have been happy with a job where she did nothing but paperwork, but she liked wrangling monsters, too. Laura finished it up and put it in a folder before she realized she was still sopping wet from the rain. Logically, she changed and then took the docs back to Manning's office and filed them and a few spare papers he clearly didn't care about. Everything else, she put in careful order. Lastly, she took all of his paper clips and left. Yes, she thought, he'd be puzzling over that for a while.
Making her way down the hall, she stopped at Izzy's room and knocked. No response. She liquefied and slid under the door. He wasn't there. She left and slipped down the hall without shifting forms. Someone noticed her and commented on how she'd get stepped on if she kept that up. She ignored him.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 11:35 pm
Izzy looked behind him and slipped in quietly. He looked around at the elegant library and beheld the water tank. He walked over to the darkest most comfortable part and looked at an old journal. As he turned the pages he came across an old photograph that showed soldiers and in the center of the picture he saw a little creature with a big right arm. He gawked at it "wow....it's .....it's......cute.."
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2008 12:13 am
Laura solidified right next to him and slammed the book closed. "People deserve their privacy," she said. "Would you like it if people pried into everything you ever thought about? No, you wouldn't."
Laura took the journal and looked at the cover. "This shouldn't be out here. ABE!"
She received no response, so she went over to the tank and tapped on the glass.
"I was sleeping," complained an unseen speaker.
"You were not, now where does this book go? It was left out."
"Bottom left drawer of the desk, Laura."
"Thanks Abe. Hey, don't you want to see which book I'm holding?"
"Don't need to."
"Ah, well," Laura said. "Sorry to bother you."
She looked around the tank one last time but didn't see him. She put the diary where is belonged and motioned for Izzy to follow her out the door.
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2008 12:26 am
Izzy looked down to the ground like a scolded child "I'm sorry...I couldn't help myself. I promise it won't happen again" he put his left hand on his right and walked slowly behind her "The door stood out...and so did the book." he felt heavy guilt for what he did.
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2008 12:43 am
Laura relaxed a bit. "It's okay... that whole room is great, though, isn't it? I can see why you were drawn there.
"The diary, by the way, belonged to the guy who used to be in charge of this whole organization- founded it. Trevor Bruttenholm. He was a great guy, you would have liked him. Anyway, Abe... the guy in the tank we didn't actually get to see, he keeps the library in working condition. I'm be surprised that he was reading.
"In my experience, though, Izzy, I wouldn't go exploring things behind closed doors. Anything open, though, that's an invitation."
She was smiling again. It was hard to get Laura angry or upset for too long. She was generally a forgiving person.
Then she noticed the time. "It's a lot later than I thought it was," she said. "And I don't get paid to work all night, so I'm going to bed. I'll see you in the morning!" and she left.
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2008 12:46 am
Izzy looked around "Goodnight Laura" and he retreated to his room to sleep in his warm bed. He felt good in his very own bed....he never felt more at home.
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2008 7:57 pm
Laura got tired at around nine o clock. She fell asleep around three in the morning. In the mean time, she went through emails, snail-mails, and the notes people would tack to her door when they needed her attention. Today there was only one note.
Agent O'Doughertai- the Water Leaper-
She tossed that one out. She was so sick of that mutant frog. She checked the snail-mail. A paycheck with more than reasonable numbers considering her room and board were provided.
Three quarters of the money went into a savings account. Ten percent went to magazine memberships and other things that required monthly payments, and the rest went into her checking account.
There was a cryptozoology magazine as well. Mostly it was complete bullshit. Nessie spotted here, Bigfoot was seen there, but every once and a while there was something cool that warranted investigations. There was nothing this month, so she tossed it out.
Onto e-mail. More crytptid news letters. She checked them and then deleted them. She sent an e-mail to her mother.
Laura showered, brushed her teeth, flossed, and crawled into bed.
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2008 9:38 pm
Zigfreid got up around six in the morning. He usually didn't get up that early but something seemed to wake him. It wasn't anything physical or spiritual..but it seemed to be more like a mental alarm clock that went off in his head. Noticing the quietness around him he reached over to turn on the TV for the morning news. The hustle and bustle of last night had ended long ago and it was rather silent now "Maybe they are still asleep." he thought. The only question remained was that of breakfast. He felt so hungry now more than ever and he got out of his bed to make it. After his task was done he opened his door and looked out. He didn't see anything or anyone around and he stepped out,his feet bare aginst the cool floor. "hello?" he called out but there was no answer. Walking down, the echo of the channel nine eyewitness news in the crisp air, he looked around for a kitchen or anything of the sort. Without success he returned to his room to draw his inspirations in his sketchbook.
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