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Post by Ruin Queen of Oblivion on Aug 13, 2007 11:58:06 GMT -5
"We have ways of knowing before it happens, they'd never find anything incriminating in the event of a raid, but that's all you need to know," Jess says. "Our only goal for now is survival, until the savior comes."
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Post by MorriganFearn on Aug 13, 2007 12:00:48 GMT -5
"I thought Christians believed that he'd already come," Pietro joked, obviously thinking that Jess' idea of a savior was a load of wishful thinking. "People don't get saved by magical figures appearing out of the sky. They've got to do the saving for themselves."
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Post by Ruin Queen of Oblivion on Aug 13, 2007 12:08:17 GMT -5
Jess didn't laugh, she just shakes her head. "If that was your attempt at making a joke, it was a bad one," she says. "And we aren't exactly looking to the sky, haven't you ever heard of the prophescy?"
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Post by MorriganFearn on Aug 13, 2007 12:20:50 GMT -5
"No," Pietro said flatly. "But if you're running this on the basis of a prophesy you might as well slit your own throats in a mass suicide and be done with it."
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Post by Ruin Queen of Oblivion on Aug 13, 2007 12:44:42 GMT -5
"Too bad you don't have the information we have, or you'd know that the prophescy is comming true," Jess says, shaking her head. "But since you find it rediculous, you might as well disregard it. So, what kind of deal do you want to make?"
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Post by MorriganFearn on Aug 28, 2007 20:07:31 GMT -5
Pietro looked at his nails. "Right now, you're the strongest resistance group. The remnants of SHIELD have their own problems, and the others are just plain crazy. Not that I think this outfit is entirely sane, but you look great in comparison to the company that you keep, as the saying goes. I'll help you get information, lose files, find humans, whatever, if you keep Luna safe, and I'm the one who deals with my father."
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Post by Ruin Queen of Oblivion on Aug 28, 2007 20:33:19 GMT -5
"Believe me, I know about crazy resistance groups," Jess says, shaking her head, remembering some of her past dealings with both the Hellfire Club and Cobra, among others, that had gotten certain groups into her organization. "If thats your terms, then you've got yourself a deal, under the condition that you don't return to this area, except with specific permission. Computer, return us to the Main Floor. If you want to talk more, Mr. Maximoff, it will have to be latter, there are some people expecting me to call," Jess says, as the elevator starts back towards the Main Floor.
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Post by MorriganFearn on Sept 4, 2007 8:26:31 GMT -5
"Fine," Pietro rolled his eyes. "Tell Rogue her little bait and switch plan worked, will ya? And change the password for this thing. "Open sesame" would be less obvious for a resistance group than "Death to Magneto,"" Pietro critiqued, before darking out of the lift as soon as the doors opened.
((bleugh. Sorry for utter crap-ville, brain meltage-y post.))
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Post by Ruin Queen of Oblivion on Sept 4, 2007 15:40:50 GMT -5
Jess rolls her eyes, and makes a mental note to make some changes to the security in the elevator Room, before it heads back down, moments after Pietro leaves.
As she exits the elevator, and into the huge cavern below that houses the Headquarters for the Global Neo Socialist Party, branch 296, she is approached by a guard with the latest status reports.
"Commander Ruin, we have at least 20 refugees that escaped through the tunnels in the latest raids on the hiding places around the city," the soldier says as the two walk. "In addition, both the Inner Circle, and Cobra Commander are on videophone in your office, waiting for you to arrive."
"Do these people have any patience, all right, radio to the guards that I'm on my way," Jess says, and the guard tips his hat as Jess makes her way to her office, and takes a seat at her desk.
On two video phones, are 4 dark figures seated at a table, and the armored form of Cobra Commander sitting behind a desk.
"Miss. Roland, finaly you're here, now we can have some progress," Cobra Commander says.
In recent times, more out of desperation than anything, the GNSP had signed a treaty with the two other major revolutionary factions, Cobra and the Hellfire Club (what was left of them, after the founding of the Mutant Nation).
"We are no closer to succeeding in this revolution than we where when we first started," one of the members of the Inner Circle says harshly. "Our forces are spread too thinly, and the Mutant Nation is cracking down on our activaties, the Hellfire Club is losing its influence in the world."
"I am confident, Shaw, that we are getting close to the beginning of the end," Jess says, crossing her arms.
"You and your prophescies, Ruin, you're better off saying that Jesus is going to return and that will defeat the Mutant Nation, then what you are suggesting," Cobra Commander says. "How are we to believe that what you are saying is true?"
"Because you clearly forgot to read the report I had faxed to you today," Jess says simply. "Its not even been released to the public, our spies picked it up yesterday, the prophescy is comming true, in 9 months, the savior will be born, 18 years later, she will lead the revolution to its success. Rogue is pregnant."
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Post by MorriganFearn on Sept 4, 2007 21:48:57 GMT -5
((Wait, I'm confused, if anything the HFC would support Magneto, since most are mutants, and his elitist rule is good for business. Unless of course, he looked into some of the more shadey former business practices:
Magneto: You funded this -- this torture chamber?! Mutants died thanks to the experiments this lab conducted. Emma: And? If I recall, Eric, many of your little conflicts, before you came to teach your young charges, resulted in no less a death toll on innocent civilians. Magneto: But they're your people. Shaw: Hardly. None of them made more than a thousand a year. Besides, human or mutant isn't a concern for our group any more. Profit is.))
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Post by Ruin Queen of Oblivion on Sept 4, 2007 21:59:20 GMT -5
(Its a funny story, remind me to tell it to you once I finish making it up.)
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Post by Persian on Sept 5, 2007 15:13:52 GMT -5
((Um, I'm not a full X-Men fan, and might go wrong, but should I join this? MF is trying to convince me to play Emma Frost, eep...))
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Post by Ruin Queen of Oblivion on Sept 5, 2007 15:50:05 GMT -5
(Well, we do have a lack of non-created carachters.)
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Post by Persian on Sept 5, 2007 17:00:40 GMT -5
((Okay, here's my disclaimer: This OC was created in collaboration with MF, who made most of her history fit the storyline thus far. If there's anything wrong with what's up here in my form, tell me, and I shall try to keep her closer to cannon.))
Name: Ashley (last name stricken from record)
SHIELD Aliases: Civilian Name - Call Sign - Where persona is used Cristy Lackey - Copper - criminal persona, informant Danielle Brownell - Dart - criminal persona, arms dealer NA - Electric-Fire - criminal pseudonym, killer for hire Gwen Brice - NA - respectable persona for team missions, persona not established Hillary Riviera - NA - college student persona, persona not established
Codename: Charge
Age: 25
Mutation: Pyroelectric-kinetic, in other words: Charge has the ability to create electricity by heating up objects. This power works best on metal, but theoretically it would work on any matter. She can control where the electricity/heat that she makes goes, allowing her to act as both a battery and user of any machine that runs on electricity. However, she has never succeeded to do this on any organic material other than her own body.
She can also convert electricity to heat. However she cannot produce either electricity or heat from her own body, unless under extreme stress, and even then her control is faulty. She needs outside sources, like metal, to fuel her mutation.
Normally she can power up electrical equipment, boost their out put, act as a living battery, etc. However, she also has the ability to overload systems, making them explode because of overheating. This is far more likely the more complex the system is.
She can also control the direction of lightning in her vicinity and heat metal to the melting temperature. Charge occasionally has changed the magnetic polarity of objects like compasses simply by being in the same room as they are, and can wipe computers using the same method.
Normally she can power up electrical equipment, boost their out put, act as a living battery, etc. However, she also has the ability to overload systems, making them explode because of overheating. This is far more likely the more complex the system is.
She can also control the direction of lightning in her vicinity and heat metal to the melting temperature. Charge occasionally has changed the magnetic polarity of objects like compasses simply by being in the same room as they are, and can wipe computers using the same method.
Strengths and weaknesses: Her entire body is resistant to heat, lightning and molten metal, although she can still be badly hurt by fire. Charge is extremely weak to water when using her powers and a single droplet will give her enough pain to bring her to her knees.
She cannot create electricity from nothing, and must have an object to heat. Metal is the best as matter that does not normally conduct heat and electricity requires great mental strain. She has only managed to use her own body as a pyro-electric conduit once in her entire career, and that was under conditions of extreme stress. It is unlikely that she will ever be able to do so again.
Her mutation, unlike most, does not operate under the users will. She can turn it off, or get it to do specific tasks, but unless she is consciously controlling it, or using it to do certain tasks it will start working on its own.
Personality: Due to her experience with the Tri, she does not seem fully human. Has a very robotic personality when she becomes distressed, tired, or angry. However, she has become more human as she continues to work for SHIELD, and it is hoped that if she were to be paired with a partner, or placed on a team she would improve. The psychologists highly recommend this course of action sometime within the next three years, as Charge is slightly unstable mentally, and this could help keep her sane.
A very patient person, if slightly sarcastic at times, she is extremely loyal to both Fury, and the few Agents that she has befriended in her time with SHIELD. Charge has shown some very ruthless tendencies when dealing with enemies, hence the psychologists' apprehension re: her mental stability. Charge will carry out any orders given her by Fury without hesitation, and will only obey those that her commander has told her she may trust.
History: Soon after her powers manifested at age fifteen, Trask discovered her and coerced Ashley into working as a living battery for a new type of sentinels, that were to be smaller, faster and more intelligent than the ones previously released.
The mutant spent three years electronically linked to the sentinels, and killing quite a lot of mutants during the war, before the project was sabotaged by Agents from another off shoot of the American branch of SHIELD. The three Sentinels that she had been linked to, the Tri, were destroyed, but the girl survived the explosion, mentally damaged, but physically intact. The Tri had controlled her every thought for three years. She went into a catatonic trance until SHIELD doctors revived her.
She was transferred to Nick Fury's division, under the expectation that she probably wouldn't live past her first mission, but they might as well get as much work out of her as they could while she was still alive.
Amazingly enough, possibly due to her robotic dedication to carrying out orders, she succeeded in her mission, and continued to work for Fury, playing both sides of the war, trying to keep the nation together, rather than ally herself with either mutant or human.
However, when Magneto took control, in an unprecedented move by Nicholas Fury, who had been on the list of humans to be spared the coming purge, chose to take control of all divisions of SHIELD, and declared it an independent agency, freed from governmental controls, until all officials in the government had been elected to their places as the Constitution requested. Since then all members of SHEILD have become wanted criminals, while attempting to carry out their three objectives from the war: 1. Save as many American lives as possible, human or mutant 2. Promote civil stability, and keep the streets from becoming lawless (often times this calls for shooting Acolytes, and lesser servants of MunaPol in the head) 3. Protect those who wish to be elected and serve
To achieve these ends Charge has been ordered to go on numerous undercover missions, and has built up several personas that deal regularly with both the criminal classes, "resistance" movements, and Acolytes alike. Thanks to her mutation her picture has never been taken (the cameras develop electrical problems), so not many know exactly what she looks like beyond word of mouth, which really, really helps when everyone is supposed to be register by the Mutant Nation.
Her expertise lies in undercover infiltration of both human and mutant.
Appearance: Charge's appearance has changed drastically from a normal young woman due to the energy that constantly courses through her body, thanks to her mutation. Her skin is a warm brown but with an ashy undertone, probably due to the heat that she has channeled through her body in past circumstances. Her eyes were once brown as well, but are now a washed out gray. Again, this might have something to do with the heat and electricity that she has fueled through her system in the past. Hair is black, but graying at the temples. It was always straight, and about as soft and flexible as wire. Again, due to fire and electricity it has become extremely brittle. When not going undercover she keeps it down (in any other hair style, like a braid or a pony tail the individual strands would break) and covers it with a black and white bandana. Her body type is very thin, and some might say skeletal. Certainly she is very lean. Whipcord and muscle. Her movements tend to become jerky and mechanical when distressed. Basically, without heavy make-up, and dim lighting, she looks half dead.
Her uniform for when she is being an official agent of SHIELD, carrying out raids, execution runs, and the like consists of a matte black leather trench coat that reaches to her thighs and is about as soft as sheet rock. It doubles as another layer of armor. Under this she wears a cotton t-shirt of dusty black. And under that she wears a bullet proof vest, again, black and gray. Her pants are leather, as well, and of the same durability as the trench coat, also matte black. Finally, the last piece of her ensamble is a pair of shin high combat boots, matte black. It is very likely that her socks are black, too. She doesn't go in for colors in a big way.
Special Weaponry: Brass knuckles, left handed; Silver plated copper chokers, three (killer accessories, you don't want to see them in action); Standard issue magnum .357; Copper plated bullets;
Notes on weapons: Charge is able to use her powers on her all of her various items except for her brass knuckles (she can use her powers on them, too, but prefers not to because it takes to long to electrically charge the brass). Charge is ambidextrous. She uses copper through out all of her weapons, conventional and not, because copper is one of the best conductor metals and isn't all that expensive.
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Post by Ruin Queen of Oblivion on Sept 5, 2007 17:17:31 GMT -5
(Nice, welcome.)
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Post by Persian on Sept 5, 2007 18:07:53 GMT -5
((Have you any special place to put her, or should I just make something up? It's unlikely that she would ever be sent out to ally with the GNSP, because your guiding light (the belief in the prophesy) is basically attempting to turn the nation into an oligarchy/monarchy via anarchism, which isn't the democratic way.))
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Post by Ruin Queen of Oblivion on Sept 5, 2007 19:15:46 GMT -5
(We're socialists, Persian. Monarchy and Imperialism are one in the same to our organization, and anarchy only results in chaos and destruction, and cannot uphold the rights of the proletariat (people), that we fight for. But nor do we fight for democracy, in its current form. However, SHIELD would most likely not be willing to join up with the Party anyway, so do whatever you want.)
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Post by Persian on Sept 7, 2007 11:00:50 GMT -5
((I didn't mean that the organization is based upon either oligarchical, or monarchist principles. What I meant was that the prophesy that their main leader (I'm assuming that's what Jess is) believes in and follows will naturally lead to a monarchy via the route of anarchy, as anarchy is the by product of successful revolution. The monarchy comes from the fact that you will be replacing one ruler with the family member of another.
Historically speaking, the leaders of successful revolutions end up being the leaders (puppet, true leaders, or puppeteers behind the scenes) of the new government that is erected in place of the old one. If Rogue's daughter grows up to lead the revolution then she will be replacing her brother as head of the government. Which will only continue the dynastic reign established by her mother. Even if her own relatives do not take power after her, the prophesy encourages a monarchy, and an oligarchy, as it just basically shifts power around between a very small group of people.
Oligarchy n. 1. Government by a few, especially by a small faction of persons or families. 2. Those making up such a government. 3. A state governed by a few persons.
Monarchy n. 1. Government by a monarch. 2. A state ruled or headed by a monarch.
Monarch n. 1. One who reigns over a state or territory, usually for life and by hereditary right. (All definitions come from the American Heritage Dictionary)
Your prophesy, by its logical conclusion, will put Rogue's daughter at the head of whatever new government you set up when this plot finishes. Her only claim to the metaphorical throne revealed in the prophesy, will be because she is Rogue's daughter. It's all wonderfully Victorian in the fact that her blood and breeding are all that the prophesy cares about or stipulates. Thus we get back to the oligarchical monarchy, where the position of power is inherited, and the power is only spread among a few.
The reason I used the word "anarchy" is because the revolution that Rogue's daughter heads is going to be all for throwing down and destabilizing the government, which is an anarchist's greatest dream. The government doesn't necessarily have to stay down, once the revolution has swept through. That's why I used the words "via anarchy." It's going to be short lived anarchy *grins, and waves "smoke-bombs rule!" t-shirt*
I'm probably hammering the point in a little too much, but basically the GNSP may be a socialist organization, but the prophesy its leader believes in will result for at least a time, in anything other than a socialist state.
Oh, and MF? I'm about to rid the state of some "MunaPol" you invented in the first post. ;D))
New York, Catacomb Bar, District X
"So," Dart looked across the table at the black vested men. Smoke hung in coils in the air, and she was only semi-surprised to see that the leader held a cigar nonchalantly in the corner of his mouth. "I can getcha what you want from Africa. Kalashnikovs, subsonics, the works."
One of the men muttered something to his leader. Dart's untrained ear picked up a slavic tongue. Latverian, probably. They had the crackle suits on that Von Doom equipped his commanders with.
"Whhy," the cigar man growled, carefully pronouncing the "wh" sound in an attempt to at least look American, "sue-b sohnics? Zhey," one of the other men winced at the complete lack of a "th," "cost more thhhhahn, we are willinng to pey."
"Ah, but you're not buying these for peaceful purposes, now are you, sir?" Dart grinned. "And most of your targets will be bullet proof. However, there are very, very few mutations that give immunity to sonic weapons. Do you want a few Flash Bangs, as well? Courtesy of the former US Government."
She gave him credit. The man did not blink, despite the fact that she had just mentioned something that his boss would find very, very amusing. In his cynical way. Dart waited, slowly counting down the seconds. The orange light that filtered around the bar from some unknown source masked all but the most overt of expressions. Finally: "You must com baek laeter. We hev much to dee-scuss."
"Fine," two more minutes more, Dart thought to herself. Her blue eyeshadow caught the light alluringly. "Where will you be Friday night?"
"Here," Cigar nodded firmly.
"At say, eleven?"
"Jes."
The doors -- front, bathrooms, back door, -- burst open. "Everybody, FREEZE! This is a MunaPol raid. Hands where we can see 'em, powers off!" A man, his arm resembling noting so much as a Gatling gun, yelled as the various mutants slumped around the bar. "When we come to you, get your papers out! We are carrying warrants to search your personal possessions! Janus, which ones?" He added in an undertone.
Dart felt elation that she did not betray. Must be a telepath. She was lucking out more than she had suspected. Her mind quickly accessed the memorized MunaPol Files. These were not the top brass 'Pols worthy of the title of "Acolytes." Janus, corporal's stripes, telepath. Squad Mates -- the list of names and powers cycled through her mind. It was a double squad under the command of Two Lieutenants, Doyle -- Mister Weaponarm over there -- and Chi, a plasma kinetic, call sign Fireshot in the war. Both reported to -- Dark eyes reveled in fierce joy -- Captain Pietro Maximoff. Codename Quicksilver.
"There, sir," Janus was nodding at her table.
"Keep it cool," Dart hissed, as the men shifted uncomfortably in their seats, and the squad began to move towards them. "Just get out your papers. We don't have anything to hide. Evening, officer. Isn't it a bit late to be interrupting a late night drinking party?"
"Papers, Emellsee scum," the Lieutenant barked, making the designation for a low class mutant into a curse.
Dart's eyes lazily took in the second squad standing at the doors as she bent to retrieve her handbag. And she took the opportunity to let all the heat she had been storing in the metal around the bar convert its energy. Electricity arched in power-filled ropes from the taps, door handles, table screws, anything, to hit anyone unfortunate enough to get in the way. Doyle shrieked as a concentrated blast of power hit his arm, the heat physically melting the metal off his flesh in molten rivulets.
Shots were fired, but by then Dart was already moving. She could feel the gears shifting in her brain as Dart regressed, and Charge came back in control. The sparkling handback was left on the bench. The magnum was out of its inner holster, and she was firing at Chi as she lunged for the back door.
The Lieutenant hit the floor, blood pooling under her even as red hot arms reached up to lob balls of dripping plasma at Charge. But the SHIELD agent rand past the deadly projectiles, kicked the Korean in the stomach, and paused at the door only to fire off a clip at the Latverians. Not that it mattered. Doom's crackle suits, which he used to punish his failed troops, reacted marvelously well to her powers, frying them with heat and electricity as soon as Charge had let her powers loose. Then Charge was out the door, and climbing the fire escape as a firefight erupted below.
Ten minutes later, barely panting, she was a block into Hell's kitchen. She slid down the slopped roof of the building she was on, and landed in the fire escape. Below her, some drunks were stumbling homeward, and there was a short scream from a few blocks away. Charge triangulated the noise, but decided it was not worth her time to investigate. Either rape or murder, and neither was part of her mission at the moment. She rested against the brickwork, wishing that cigarettes did not have such a detrimental effect on health. It was times like these, with a mission successfully concluded, and only a few smudges of make-up to remove Danielle Brownell from existence entirely, that the idea of a relaxing smoke to counter the view of the night time city was really tempting.
She still had to make it to the rendezvous point, though. Charge sighed, and took out the cloth from her pocket that would remove the blue eyeshadow and mascara the amateur weapon's dealer Dart used with her own distinctive flair. The white rouge sprinkled on her cheeks was swept away, the deeply plum lipstick vanished, and Charge brought out a dun colored hat from Dart's burgundy jacket. She carefully put the cap on, and pushed all of her hair underneath the concealing garment. Then the jacket was removed, and reversed to reveal dark green corduroy. She zipped it up against the chill, and so it covered Dart's rather excessive taste in magenta pink t-shirts. For now that would do as a simple disguise. When she got to the rendezvous she would change into more appropriate clothing, and prep for her next mission.
Then she ducked, and the red end of a blind-man's cane went over her head.
"The only reason I didn't block that little toy you like is because I don't want another fight," Charge said from the wire grilling of the fire escape. "SHIELD free, remember? We know who you are."
"It doesn't mean that you're welcome here," the red clad man looked down at her from the roof she had just come from. "What has Fury brought into my neighborhood this time?"
"Nothing. There was just a MunaPol Raid in District X, and a couple of Latverians got caught in the crossfire."
"And?"
"And the report tomorrow will say that Criminal 378, codename Electric Fire, has been operating in District X," Charge replied succinctly.
They kept eye contact for a few moments, Charge not blinking, and then the devil volunteered: "Selene's been sniffing around one of the less desirable residents."
"Oh?"
"Crazy as a loon and a sadist, but that's probably exactly what they want in the Acolytes."
"Anything else?" Charge inquired.
"Yeah, the sky is falling on our heads." The red clad super "hero" leapt away.
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Post by Ruin Queen of Oblivion on Sept 7, 2007 15:34:44 GMT -5
(I'm still working on the post-revolution world, so give me time.)
Jess leaves the room after finishing the conversation with the Hellfire Club and Cobra, before her cell phone rings, and she answers it quickly.
The phone itself was a marvel of modern technology, designed for the specific purpose of communication between two individuals that didn't want to be found. Developed by the Cingular in the Mutant War for the U.S Army, it was virtualy untracable, and every member of the GNSP, even the spies situated in various positions around the Mutant Nation goverment, one of which had just called Jess.
"Roland here," Jess says.
"Commander," a gruff voice on the other end says, this particular spy was a member of the Secret Police, and was one of the reasons that they manged to get most humans out of the hiding places all around Columbia. "I think you should know this before it gets re-done by the Networks. There was an incident in District X earlier, it seems that two Latverians got caught in the crossfire, and there's something else..."
"What?" Jess asks, trying to get an answer out of the spy.
"I got a picture here, now I might just be imagining things, but I think you should take a look at this, sending it to you now..." the man says, and an image appears on Jess' phone, and she glances at it.
"Thank you," she says, and hangs up, pressing a few keys, and sends it to one of her computer experts, calling the number. "Matt, I want you to run this picture through our systems, there's something about this person that doesn't seem right to me."
"Yes ma'am," the man's voice says, and Jess hangs up.
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Post by MorriganFearn on Apr 13, 2008 13:00:30 GMT -5
((Hmm, dun know when Purr-chan will be back online...))
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