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 Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 10:26 am
Blaine stood and headed after Nathan, intent on getting food.
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 11:08 am
((Joe! Advance the plot!))
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 12:35 pm
((Seconded))
Blaine went ahead of Nathan and grabbed a plate before approaching the food. He took one look at the food and then another at the "lunch ladies". He hesitated, "Uh...maybe I can eat some other time." he said to himself.
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 2:27 pm
((The next day...))
A Guardian knocked urgently on all of their doors. It was the same bumbling boy from earlier. "Umm, new guys! The upper Guardians are calling for you! Please hurry." He turned and wandered back up the hall.
At almost the instant, Stark's voice came roaring over the facility's intercom. "Bitong, Anatoly, and Rufus, I want you in my chamber five minutes ago! Last one there is sent out without stickers!" There was a click as he hung up.
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 6:54 pm
Nathan got up. Upper Guardians? This sounded interesting. He checked that his Fire Mysticker was on his hand, and then he departed from his room and came chasing after the Guardian guy. He glanced around, trying to find Blaine and Anna.
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 7:08 pm
Anatoly finished dressing hurriedly, wearing the same bloodstained clothing from the day before, Skulltap on his right cheek. He sprinted down the hallways to Stark's chamber, arriving first.
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 7:42 pm
Anna groaned silently and rolled over: whatever was said, she wasn't listening. Mornings were not good to her. So she stayed in the room, sleeping.
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 8:28 pm
Stark glanced up at Anatoly and his nose wrinkled. "Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting. Get yourself some clean clothes from the armory. And don't present yourself before me like that again."
He looked down at the paper in his hand. "Go. You won't be counted as last. Hurry up."
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 8:50 pm
Anatoly nodded gratefully. He went to the armory and was delighted to find a set of clothing almost identical to his old ones; he stripped down and changed into them there and folded up his old clothing neatly. He returned to Stark's chambers. "Will I be able to get my clothing and other possessions from my old home some time soon?" Anatoly asked, noting that nobody else was there yet. "These are, ah, all I really brought with me."
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 9:06 pm
Stark rolled his eyes. "Christ, little Nancy. Do you ever stop whining?" He put the papers down as he swung a leg up over the arm of his chair. "You will be provided for. Unless there's anything you absolutely need to retrieve." He raised an eyebrow questioningly.
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 9:14 pm
"Sentimental things. Mementos of people who mattered to me. If getting those doesn't earn me even more feminine titles," Anatoly replied, "I'd like to pick those up some time when I'm not on a mission."
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 9:22 pm
Stark sniffed and picked his papers back up, flipping into the pile until he reached the page he had been on. "Very well, Sheila. Do it on your own time, and don't you dare try to do anything other than that."
He looked up a second later. "Bitong! Damn you, get in here! And Rufus, I know you can hear me too! Hurry up!"
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 2:07 pm
Bitong scurried in around the corner.
"yes?" Bitong asked, directing the question towards Stark, while wiping the remains of his hurried breakfast off his hands.
"Damn sticky cinnamon rolls." he muttered under his breath, as he came to attention in the middle of the room beside Anatoly.
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 4:05 pm
Blaine awoke and spoke groggily: "What!?" he asked, slowly rising from bed.
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 5:45 pm
"Come on!" the Guardian called pleadingly to Blaine and Anna as he stood at the corner where the hall turned towards the briefing room.
Stark shook his head in exasperation as the last member of their team, Rufus, came sliding around the corner. He glanced at the other two and groaned.
"Rufus, you know what that means. Give em."
Rufus walked sulkily up to Stark and handed him three Mystickers, each unique and unknown to the other two.
Stark stuffed them into his pocket as Rufus stepped back to the other two. "News," he said. "First of all, Anatoly. As of now, you are of equal rank to Bitong. You have authority over anyone who is not currently in this room.
"Next. There has been a sighting of the newest military Mysticker in the city twenty miles to the south. You three are to go retrieve it. It will be heavily guarded by the military and, more than likely, some Guardians. That's why I'm sending all three of you."
He lifted the papers. "Here are the details."
Rufus took them from him and passed them around. They read:
Retrieval:
S-Fire SE
Support-Type Mysticker
Level of Danger: High
"Your train leaves in twelve minutes," Stark said dismissively. It was a fifteen minute drive to the station.
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