| Subject: Shiny happy people holding hands (Warning, contains under-exagerated death scene) |
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Angel
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Date Posted: 01:35:27 04/08/01 Sun
In reply to:
Angel
's message, "weee, no one wants to join, so Angie girl flies Solo!" on 20:12:56 04/06/01 Fri
Angel looked into the room. Students were so helpful sometimes, it made her wonder what it would be like to be one. She couldn't be though, She was so far beyond the hopefull youths inhabiting the University, despite being younger then most of them. And they were well beyond her, she could no more understand them then be them. But they had directed her to Professor Volta's office. She walked in without knocking, and locked the door behind her. The shortish woman at the computer with her back to the door didn't notice. Angel looked over her shoulder at the data on the screen. The information seemed to be about the artifact, due to arrive the next day. I must get a coppy of that...
Angel looked around the room, looking for anything of interest. The room seemed to scream of a dis-organised mind, papers left everywhere. Angel went over to a pile and began sifting through it.
"May I help you?" Professor Volta said, noticing for the fist time that Angel was in the room with her. Angel looked over her shoulder.
"Perhaps. I'm interested in that artifact arriving tomorow."
The professor gave her a quizical look. "Why? It's just an old trinket."
"Things with eledged magical powers interest me." Angel replied. The nexus around her neck began to swirl the colours in it's stone bad-temperdly, as it always did when it felt Angel was belitteling it.
"It's not for sale." Volta said.
"I'm not going to by it."
"Oh, are you on th research team?"
Angel rolled her eyes. The woman just did not get it.
"The Artifact will never arrive here, I'll have it by tomorow."
The woman slowly began backing towards the door. "Then... why are you here?"
"I intend to get as much information on my new tresure as I can, of course. And don't try getting out." Angel held up the key to the door. "These old schools have no failsafes. Pitty really."
Summoning the speed of a scyther, Angel swiftly danced towards the woman as she turned to look at the door. In one swift move she'd positioned herself, withdrawn her knife from under her jacket and lashed out, slicing the older womans throught clean through her jugular and windpipe, sending blood splattering over the back of the door. Placing the knife carefuly on a manila folder, she went and downloaded the information on the screen to disk. She gave the computer, and then the room, a quick search for any other relevant information.
After finding a few files and a set of keys, angel wiped her knife clean and unlocked the door, opening it as far as the now dead woman's body would alow. Locking the door from the outside, she placed the key in her pocket with the others, re-hid her knife and walked out.
'Do you alwaqys have to do that?' Kadabra asked. 'It's a waste of smarts.'
Angel shruged. "She had no practical smarts."
'Whatever...'
(P.S. this is set at about the same time, or just after, the start of the vermilion post.)
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