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Ambassador Alighieri's Arrival

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Svetlana_Popova on Sat May 06, 2006 4:03 am

Svetlana felt a tug of something to come at the nape of her neck, she turned in time to see Dante walk in through the doors. Her face didn't reflect the reaction that she had to his presence. She glances at Sera and sees that she is coming to grips with his damnable aurora. She smiles slightly at Sera's little lie to the generals and leans slightly over the table.

"If you will excuse me for a minute, I have some business to take care of."

She nods to Sera, and then gives a look to Grim that radiates Stay with her. She stands up and quickly walks out the door of the restaurant while pulling out a pair of tonfas from under her sports jacket.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Grimbold Theoman on Sat May 06, 2006 4:09 am

Grimbold watches in increasing disbelief as Svetlana also leaves. Her glance at him was not necessary he was not about to stop doing what he was hired for, which was to guard the ambassador.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby SinfulSoul on Sat May 06, 2006 2:14 pm

The Generals at first grew with ever increasing alarm at the otherwise normally unusual actions taken by Seraphina's body guards. The Generals' own body guards had placed their hands within their jackets, resting on the various weapons they carried with them. It wasn't until Seraphina explained to them what was going on that they relaxed slightly.
Prescott:"I hope they don't get any blood on the carpet.. That will be a large expense for the hotel."
Chamberlin:"No matter, the loss of one insignificant member of the colony is well worth the prospect of peace. An enemy of the ambassador's is an enemy of ours. That poor soul chose the wrong day to enter here.

As for your proposal, the colonies can agree to those terms. Prescott will prepare more exact figures on the amount of resources we need, and we can agree to a non-aggression pact with Earth for the time being. Marshall will submit exact figures on the level of disarmament and a time line. I'll have to discuss with my superiors about having a neutral party monitor our rate of militarization, as it seems there may be certain bits of information we don't want revealed for safety purposes. The least we can be sure of is that should this proposal go through, there will be some great shifts in plans for both sides."

Two waiters carted out the steaming hot meals and began serving them to the party at the table. The Generals raised their glass of wine for a toast.
Chamberlin:"To peace."
The Generals all took a large gulp, then refilled their glasses with the wine bottles that towered high on the table in front of them. The Generals sat with great poise, cutting their chicken with confidence and drinking their wine in sips. The three Generals almost ate in synchronization, three splitting images of one another. Cut, bite, chew, chew, chew, swallow, sip, repeat.
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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Grimbold Theoman on Sat May 06, 2006 2:42 pm

Grimbold listened with half an ear to what their hosts were saying, the rest of his attention was on the room, for any hint of danger watching as the guards of the feintest hint of untoward movement from them.
There was one thing that Grimbold was sure of no matter how fast they were he would fire first. It was a skill, or a talent he had always had. He reacted on instinct even before his opponent. Alan used to say it was as if the gun jumped of its own accord into his hand.
But he heard the words of General Chamberlin, and felt a prickle at the back of his eyes, the start of what would be tears if he let them. It was only the start but it was what he had wanted peace was a real possibility now. He hoped no one would see the feint glistening in his eyes the slightest hint of a tear.
However he felt about the small agreement they had reached he could not relax his vigilance for a second. He made a pretence at eating his food while watching the room and the other bodyguards.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Seraphina Alighieri on Sun May 07, 2006 3:59 am

Seraphina couldn't help but smile at the thought of Dante pouring blood all over the hotel's carpet. A vengeful light entered her eyes, and a small sadistic smile spread across her lips. "I will enjoy planning his funeral, she thought. She snapped back to herself when General Chamberlain spoke. A faint blush washed over her features as he spoke of those who were enemies as being theirs. Admittedly, she thought to herself, it is because of my station not me, but maybe I have impressed them somehow.

As Chamberlain continued and told her that they would accept her terms she was quite pleased. One step closer she thought to herself as a bright and genuine smile spread across her lips. She was truly happy. All of the pain she had endured over the last few hours was worth it all to have achieved what she had.

She spoke as the waiters brought them their food
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"I eagerly await your findings gentlemen, and I appreciate this opportunity to ensure the lives of the generations to come will god willing live in peace."

She raised her barely touched glass to peace along with the others.

As she ate her attention was torn between the three men in front of her who ate, oddly enough, in unison as though they were synchronized swimmers, and the lobby. All she could do to explain away such bizarre behavoir was to chalk it up to years of military discipline. Admittedly the answer so almost too simple but nothing else could explain the eerieness of the three fallinginto perfect rhythm.

As she sat waiting for any information on the life or death of Dante Novello. The food presented her with the perfect opportunity to entertain how she would tell the family of what had happened. I will have to take the body back with me. That simple thought sent a cold chill down her spine and sent the hairs on herb body immediately on end. I hope he is in as much pain as I am, I hope that he learns regret and fear.

As she ate and as these thoughts drifted across her mind her demeanor changed, any softness that she had turned hard. Her eyes were cold and her jaw set. Her motions remained fluid but it was as though she was not in control of her own body this beast born of come dark alchemy ate her mind. Just as the sadistic delight of imagining Dante as broken and violated as she was reached its height, as the very beginnings of the coldness and cruelty she had always seen in Dante, threatened to ravage her very soul a small voice in the back of her mind spoke up echoing through the shadows. He is your cousin, Seraphina, regardless,. He deserves your pity for being so laid low by his shortcomings and the pitfalls of his life. This is what he was allotted on this plane, he chose to be slave to it. The beast faded back into the abysmal regions of her psyche that brought it to life. A sense of pity and love even forgiveness washed over her. Her mouth softened and her eyes reflected the deep sadness she felt for him. Her heart ached for everything he had been through, everything he had become and everything he had done. She remembered fondly the sweet but temperamental child she had played with. Racing through the vineyards of the Nuevello family, playing hid and go seek amongst the vine. The way one summer after she had come back from school he assuaged her fears and encouraged her to continue in her studies despite her loneliness and pressure form some of the family to give it all up and marry. She remembered the softness in his eyes when he took her hands at Paulo's wake and whispered to her that it would be okay that she as strong enough to go on. She lifted the glass to her lips letting the dry wine wash away the memories of how her cousin had bee, once long ago. And with the glass still pressed to her lips she whispered aloud so that only she could hear.


"I forgive you, Dante, but you get what you deserve."

She set the glass and continued eating her meal. The food was marvelous and she relished the taste of it in her mouth, forgetting where she was and why she was there. Forgetting the generals who sat across from her, the bodyguards who surrounded her, and the probable brutality being done to her cousin. She thought only of Gabriel and how he would enjoy the food, and her company, as they had that night in Venice in a small eatery called the Lair of the Four Horses.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Zeke on Mon May 08, 2006 10:49 am

Dante flew out of the doors to the restaurant and landed on his back in the lobby. Zeke was not far behind. He walked quickly right up beside Dante wearing the same sadistic smile. Zeke then dropped his left boot hard upon Dante's chest before drawing one of his Five-Sevens into his left hand. His eyes were almost oozing heat they were so ablaze. Dante's hands brought themselves up to shield his face.
"Pistol's to quick for you Mr. Novello."
Zeke then replaced the gun inside of his coat before reaching down and picking up the well built man. Zeke slammed him into the wall by the front desk.
People starting to clear out of the lobby at the site of the pistol. When Dante hit the wall the clerk then ducked down behind her desk cowering. Zeke barely noticed the lobby was clear.

The doors to the restaurant the swung open. Svetlana was coming out towards him. He turned back and look at her.

"What am I doing with this rat?"
The Scars That We Wear Will Never Go Away,
The Friends That We Lost Can Never Be Replaced,
What''s It Going To Take And How Many Have To Die,
''Til We Put Away Our Heads And Open Up Our Eyes.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Dante Novello on Mon May 08, 2006 10:19 pm

Dante grunted as he flew threw the door into the lobby of the hotel. The sight of the blazing red hair of the psycho from the motel in Florence, here, on Lagrange 1 sent Dante into a state of shock. He struggled to kept up off the floor when the pistol came into view. He flinched at the sight of it, and swallowed nervously. Then the pistol disapeared again, and the sensation of being picked up and thrown again overwhelmed him. The impact into the wall next to the desk sent his head reeling and he slid to the floor, trying to blink his head clear, he vaguely heard the red haired man asking someone a question. A pair of legs came into view. The black boots were well polished, he begin to scan upwords to try and figure out who this new advisary is. The well tailored black plants, and the tailored jacket meant nothing to him. His face turned to one of shock and recognition as he stopped at the new person's face. He stammered in italian.

"Alessandra?"

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Svetlana_Popova on Mon May 08, 2006 10:21 pm

Svetlana looked at Zeke and smiled with that crazed look of someone who got a thrill out of killing. Then she looked down at Dante, the insane look still on her face and replied in Italian with no hint of a Russian accent.

"Sì, voi parte scopante di merda. È fortuna unbelievable che rivelereste qui. Ora non devo cercareo giù come la schiuma voi è."

She turns and looks back at Zeke. You have your orders. She tucks her tonfa's back into her pants and covers them with her jacket. She turns her back on Dante, takes a few steps and stops. She swiftly turns around, crosses the gap between her and Dante and kicks him in the ribs with all her might. She hears a sickening crack, grins wickedly, turns around and walks back into the restruant.

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Svetlana: Yes, you fucking piece of shit. It's unbelievable luck that you would show up here. Now I don't have to hunt you down like the scum you are.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Dante Novello on Mon May 08, 2006 10:32 pm

He screams and curls into a ball. Tears streaming down his face. He begins to whimper.

"Non ho significato ugualmente...così spiacente spiacente..."

He tries to take a few deep breaths, but the agonizing pain radiating from his ribs made it impossible. He bites his lip until it bleeds, and tries to stand up again.

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I didn't mean to do it...sorry...so sorry

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Svetlana_Popova on Mon May 08, 2006 10:34 pm

Svetlana takes her seat by Sera, the smile now gone from her face. She leans over to Sera and whispers with her heavy Russian accent.

"Things are being taken care of."

She winks at Sera and then begins to eat her dinner.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Seraphina Alighieri on Tue May 09, 2006 1:00 am

Hearing Svetlana's voice snapped Seraphina back to the present. Her news made Seraphina grin sadistically, he vengeance had she could return to a normal life, or as normal as hers ever got. Once Svet was seated she leaned over and whispered in her ear.

"Please tell me his suffering is great."

A gleam was in her eye, one that spoke only of bloodshed, and the hope that it was occurring right now in lobby.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Svetlana_Popova on Tue May 09, 2006 1:20 am

Svetlana only smiles in return to Sera's question, and goes back to eating her dinner.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Grimbold Theoman on Tue May 09, 2006 1:30 am

The return of Svetlana allowed Grimbold and Alan to reduce their degree of alertness a fraction, though Grimbold felt a flash of surprise at the brief flash of sadistic pleasure on the face of the ambassador.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Seraphina Alighieri on Tue May 09, 2006 1:55 am

Seraphina chuckled quietly to herself at Grimbold's obvious surprise to he reaction to the recent events of the evening. She finished her meal in silence savoring her victories and the food. Just as the lights started dim announcing the end of the intermission, Seraphina looked to the Generals.

"I spoke to you before of touring the colonies in order to gather data and see how, besides reparations and resources. If you would be willing to lay out and itinerary of where I can and cannot visit and which areas are safe that would be greatly appreciated. I would like an escort. I am also curious about the colonies that you have unified and if I can visit them as well, to see how things are going as far as rebuilding elsewhere."

She searched their faces for any reaction but could perceive nothing.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Zeke on Tue May 09, 2006 9:55 am

His grin fades as he helps the fallen man to his feet. It looks like Svetlana broke two or more of his ribs with that well placed kick. Dante stands there bent over holding his stomach as Zeke puts a hand on his back.
"You two know each other?"
Without waiting for a reply he took the hand off Dante's back bent it inward and heaved his elbow into Dante's upper torso. The man fell over quickly. Zeke wandered beside him and picked him back up. He steadied Dante and placed a his left hand on Dante's right shoulder to help him return to his normal height.
As soon as Dante looked up Zeke's fist collided with his nose. There was a crack as the fist made contact, and another massive crack as Dante's head bounced off the wall directly behind him. As he fell Zeke grabbed him by the collar of his coat, and his belt loops. He hung there for a moment before Zeke drove him as hard as he could head first into the opposite wall. He hit the ground with a dry thump.
Dante still continued to twitch as Zeke probed him with his right boot. Zeke grinned as he slammed down the heel of the boot causing a small blade to eject from the toe. He kicked Dante as hard as he could in the side with it. Blood exploded from the wound. More blood began to gush as he removed the blade. Zeke didn't even hear Dante's scream.
He then grabbed him by the collar and turned him around and sat Dante against the wall. Zeke crouched down really close to Dante and pulled out his FN five-seven. The barrel hovered right over his heart.

"Close your eyes, and hope for a world outside this one, because if you ever come back, I'll teach you what real torture is Mr. Novello."

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Dante Novello on Wed May 10, 2006 12:13 am

Dante gasps for air, holding the side that is spurting blood. He dizzily looks up at Zeke, his green eyes colored with fear. He closes his eyes as the pistol comes into view and his face relaxes into one of resignation.

"Tell Sera..."

He gasps for air and tries to speak again, blood dribbling from his mouth and nose.

"Tell Sera, I love her."

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Zeke on Wed May 10, 2006 5:40 pm

Zeke kept his crouching position next to Dante and clasped his right shoulder with Zeke's left hand and leaned into his ear. Zeke's lips hovered right next to Dante's ear as he whispered to him.
"No fuckin' dice."
And then Zeke squeezed the trigger. Click. Bang. Splat. A large portion of Dante's blood exploded against the wall behind him. Zeke sat there as life drained from the man squeezing his shoulder incredibly tightly. Zeke smiled a little.
"Give my regards to Virgil, shit bag."
Zeke stood up and replaced his pistol inside his coat before wandered back into the restaraunt.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby SinfulSoul on Wed May 10, 2006 9:58 pm

The orchestra began to play a very loud vibrant piece which drowned out the sounds from the lobby. The lobby doors had also been closed shortly before Zeke went to work on Dante to avoid disturbing customers inside the restaurant. The Generals appeared to be quite pleased with their meal, barely noticing the fluctuations in Seraphina's emotions or in the man in the lobby, or maybe not even caring if they did notice. They seemed more concerned with ploughing through the food in front of them with haste, and soon their plates were stripped of every last scrap of food. They rested back in their chairs, and all three simultaneously took a sip from their cup of wine. It was only then did they appear to acknowledge Seraphina's request. General Chamberlin pulled out an envelope from within his suit pocket, slowly so as not to seem threatening to Seraphina's personal bodyguards. He slid it across the table within reach of Seraphina.
Chamberlin:"Inside is a credit card linked to an expense account with 20,000 credits. I hope that will suffice for you and your party for the remainder of your stay, though with the way things are going it seems you may be back on Earth before you know it. Also inside is a circular map with certain blocks shaded in red which you may not enter. The driver has already been instructed not to enter those areas, and even if so, the limo's engine is programmed to shutoff if it does. I highly recommend you do not enter those areas as the consequences can be very... Unwelcome, and we will be forced to implement certain necessary measures."
He took a sip of his wine and turned towards the orchestra before continuing on.
"We'll send the Aid lists up in the morning. A night's rest might help ease any of your remaining wounds, though it seems the emotional toll may be less now."

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Seraphina Alighieri on Wed May 10, 2006 11:03 pm

She took the envelope and placed in the pocket of her jacket. She nodded in gratitude to them and turned to the orchestra. She didn't notice the music other than it was well played. Her eyes bounced back and forth from the stage awaiting the return of Zeke and news of Dante. Though she wanted him injured and terrified she found herself actually afraid that he might be dead. He is my cousin, I loved him.....once so very long ago. What will I tell Sophia if he is dead, what will she do to me? I must be prepared. I have no fear.

She tore her eyes from the door and closed them letting the music wash over her, for a brief moment it seemed she was in Florence taking in the Symphony as she used to do, before politics. A part of her connected with the Violins that spoke the promise of a simple life as they launched into Beethoven's 6th symphony, the Pastoral. In her mind the rolling fields of Italy were bathed in the golden light of early summer, and the green waters of the Mediterranean lapped gently at the shores.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Zeke on Fri May 12, 2006 12:31 pm

Zeke walked back into the restaurant and looked around as people stared a little bit at him. He nodded to himself and walked up to and pasted the table where Seraphina, Svetlana, Grim and Alan sat. He smiled at Svetlana, not a sadistic smile, but a slight satisfied grin. Before wandering over behind Seraphina. He leaned over her shoulder and whispered in her ear.
"The trash has been taken out, and it gives its regards."
He stood up straight again and re-took his place against the wall nestled between two of the SIG guards.

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