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 Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2008 9:52 am
Michael entered the oval office, agents clinging to his side. He looked around the empty room, and checked a second time.
"Search the room."
The agents nodded and set to work, lifting couch cushions and checking beneath cabinets. Michael stepped over to the president's desk, looking at the glowing computer screen with curiosity. His attention was soon drawn to an envelope sitting in plane sight.
"What have we here?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2008 6:28 pm
[Can someone pm me and explain how we went from a bar to the white house?]
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Keep Calm I am The Doctor
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2008 7:21 pm
Kibo grinned, sitting back and waiting. Thousands of miles away, Michael would be struggling to pick up, open, or destroy the packet he had created for the President's eyes only.
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2008 8:01 pm
Michael reached for the envelope, but found himself unable to touch it. At this point, the old Michael would have pulled a mallet or stick of dynamite from his pocket and try to destroy the letter, but the new and improved Michael had other plans... he'd let the President have it.
He signaled to his guards, and the trio left the oval office. One stood guard at the door as the other two walked away.
(So... who's going to play the president? I vote for someone who is in the middle.... SUNNY!!!)
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2008 8:08 pm
((Sunny's quite busy right now. I think you should. It was your idea, after all.))
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 9:26 am
Barcelona
Spain
The figure that swept through the Spanish capital was clad completely in black. Darkness seemed to sit around him yet the sun was bright and warm. For come reason, children seemed to follow him with their eyes then, as he vanished, start to babble to their parents in fearful tones of a coming problem. The parents, at first, had ignored this until newborns begun speaking the same thing. Word spread between families who agreed it would be best to stay with friends or family away from the Spanish capital for a while. Strangely, people with histories of the two worst crimes, ones anyone who knew Ranu would know he hated most, Rapists and ******, couldn't hear the children or warnings. They went deaf or their phones crackled. E-mails vanished. Whatever warned the children didn't want the evils to know.
What was strange was the figure vanished suddenly when when most of the children knew.
The only strange sign of the shadows presence was a group of young males found dead. A woman, it seemed, had been dragged into the alley by the men who stripped her. Before they did anything, a figure had appeared, saying nothing as a strange flicker of what had seemed to the woman, rather like being caught in a lightening storm. The men had simply fallen back dead. Autopsies had shown their insides had been fried.
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Keep Calm I am The Doctor
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 12:41 pm
"so, care to explain what was in the letter?" Aubry asked Kibo.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 7:04 pm
Kibo: In-depth descriptions, pictures, and firsthand experience of Michael throughout the ages.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 7:24 pm
"heh, I like the way you think, Sir" auron says, smiling as he taps his cane on the ground "but, do you think it will work?" he says, narrowing his eyes and smiling as a gust of wind blows through the city, and auron holds his hand to his ear to listen "the air force base at Miami is preparing one of their AWACS for a sweep of the Carribean, most likely searching for us, so we had better find a safe place before they do find us"
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 7:29 pm
Kibo: Absolutely not. If Michael is anything like I remember, he'd already have taken the president as his secret prisoner. Now the president will be terrified of Michael, doing anything that he wants. Eventually, he'll have to have another press conference. At that point, I'll go, and take control of the president's body to deliver my message. Michael will have no choice but to let it be delivered. If he tries to cut the broadcast, I'll stop him. The only way he will be able to stop it is to shoot the president, and that won't set a good tone for bombing Spain, will it?
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 7:50 pm
"Agreed, but what about the AWACS plane?" auron says, thinking long and hard "those things don't ever miss a single detail"
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 7:59 pm
Kibo: One word, Lumemancy. All it picks up is pictures, which are dependant on light. This place already looks brand new, so all I have to do is hide us.
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 2:50 pm
"so where are we in this plot of yours?" Aubry asked. "basically, all i heard was "i" and "i"...."
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 3:12 pm
Kibo: Do you truly want to be involved in here? You will likely be marked as international criminals, and you might not make it out alive.
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 3:34 pm
The President of the United states entered his office, jumping slightly as the door was locked behind him.
"B*****ds..."
he whispered.
"I'm not some animal!"
He shook his head as he took his seat at his desk.
"There was a time when sitting in this chair ment something..."
Before he could continue, he noticed the envelope on his desk. He looked over the room, making sure he was alone. Frantic, he ripped open the parcel, spreading it's contents on his desk.
"What the..."
He picked up two pictures, one was a painting of a pirate captain from the old days, the next was an image of a lietenant in the civial war. He compared these two images to the others on his desk, including one of his 'trusted advisor.'
"These pictures... they're all..."
"The same?"
Michael emerged from the shadows, striding towards the President's desk. Before the captive leader could shove the contents of Kibo's package within his desk, an agent stepped forward aiming a gun at the President's head.
"You're going to shoot me? You wouldn't dare!"
Michael stood to his side, looking down at the pictures on his desk.
"You underestimate just how easily you can be replaced. I think your family would appreciate it if you remained silent."
As the President sat in silence, Michael walked around the desk while laughing.
"Kibo, kibo, kibo, he certainly knows how to make things interesting. Now we know he's getting ready to make a move. Mr. President, I think it's time for another chat with the press."
He slammed his fist on his desk as he rose, glaring towards Michael.
"D**n you! Think about what you're doing! Thousands of people will die."
"Tsk, tsk, that's no good..."
Michael turned his head slowly, noticing the fear in the President's eyes.
"...I won't be satisfied until millions have died."
Unable to believe what he just heard, and unable to accept his part in Michael's plans, the President fell backwards into his seat as his 'Master' left the office.
"You're no man..."
he whispered.
"...You're a monster."
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