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Finally a Policy Shift?
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she put on a hard, graphite mask.
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It is the year 2004. Globalization has united
humanity under the banner of the British Empire.
World peace has finally been attained.
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it wasn't the same one that she had worn all those
years ago, when in her naivete she had thought
herself a heroine.
this one was of a style very nearly baroque, as
might befit a Venetian carnival:
the face of the Virgin mary as the madonna of
the birds.
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The aetherfeld carries Western Civilization to the
corners of the world, and the white man's burden
is alleviated by automata.
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[... long live the gentleman! long live
the queen ...]
she turned off the closed-circuit television.
joseph carpenter, the voice of fate. she couldn't
bear to see his face.
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But what is the price of utopia, that has been
sacrificed in the name of unity?
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upon the burnt, hairless flesh of her scalp, she
pressed a hand. it seemed surreal that in the years
that had lapsed she no longer cared for the loss --
Vanity had died in the arms of fear, somewhere
along the way.
she mused upon it no more. when had Vanity
mattered, but in the dying throes of youth? she
no longer had use for it, and her eyeless sockets
could issue nothing. only Vengeance moved her.
tonight, a day would begin that would last a year,
followed by a dawn the likes of which the world
had never seen.
she could afford no errors.
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Indeed, who would speak out against the age of
reason? If they spoke, would you listen? Would
you really want to know?
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setting a black wig over her head, she examined
the facade she had created in the mirror:
masked, a thin, well-shaped girl of indeterminate
age, in a skin-tight bodysuit of black latex.
almost like bondage gear.
over the top, she donned a school uniform of a
style popular in 1920's japan -- a sort of cross
between a kimono and a dress. the pattern on the
cloth was chrysanthemums repeated against a
pale yellow background.
she fastened the laces of her leg boots.
in the cavernous depths of the abandoned
underground, a toy monkey atop a music box
clapped its cymbals together.
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A mask is only an image created in the likeness
of an original.
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it was friday, and the pa system in the streets
announced the curfew to be effective after a brief
claxon. the shadows of the fingermen were long
against the brick walls of the alley.
evey hammond tried to stifle a cry. the fist
pressed her against the wall, gripped tightly
about a handful of her blouse. the man smiled
toothily, and breathed in her face.
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But sometimes an image becomes symbol ...
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"you're dressed for the occasion," he said. "a
Virgin? i give it to you that you've got the face
for it, but i very much doubt you could sell it for
anything. what do you say? a bit of fun, free of
charge for an old bobby, or a night in the
slammer?"
tears dripped from her chin as she reluctantly
nodded.
"there's a girl," he said, smiling. he reached down
between her legs. she closed her eyes to the
world.
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And in the wilderness that is the prison of the
world, even empty symbols without cohesion
may with sufficient belief grow strong and
prosper ...
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the pressure on her breast eased. there was the
thunk of something soft hitting the ground beside
her feet. she reopened her eyes.
the blood of the fingerman pooled on the
cobblestone, pouring from where a knife pierced
the side of his temple. his companions were
staring wide-eyed at something down the alley.
evey turned her head.
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In 1991, Minako Aino, alias Sailor V, was
arrested by the Special Operations Division of
the Royal British Library and charged as a traitor
to the Empire ...
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"Good evening, boys," said a masked girl,
holding a pair of throwing knives by their tips in
a gloved hand.
her clothing seemed to be foreign -- maybe from
east asia. evey wasn't sure she could place the
accent, but from the exotic apparel, she surmised
that the girl might be a prostitute. one that
catered to more exotic tastes perhaps?
"you bitch," said one of the fingermen, pulling
out his gun.
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She was subjected to torture and experimentation
at a laboratory in Wiltshire.
The purpose: to extract and mass-produce her
transformation mechanism.
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"I don't think you'll be needing that where you're
going," she said.
the man fired a shot. the arm of the masked girl
was a blur -- in mid-air, the bullet collided with a
chain extending from her sleeve, sending sparks
across the ground. the bladed pendulum at the
end of the chain flew upwards.
the masked girl moved her arm again. this time,
she swung the chain toward the man, wrapping it
around his right hand.
he dropped the pistol.
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Irrevocably altered by her captors'
administrations, Minako Aino ceased to exist.
With her death, the idea known as [codename:v]
came into being ...
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a fingerman standing to her right prepared to pull
his trigger. pulling on the chain, she threw the
bound man into her would-be killer, slitting his
throat with the knife in her other hand as he
passed. the bladed pendulum sank into the
gunman's heart.
with a hard yank to the chain, she forced the
pendulum free from the two corpses and back
into her hand.
the remaining man shot at her, but deflecting the
bullet with a knife, she sent the pendulum
through his jugular.
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Tonight, there shall be a revolution against the
order of the world. The battlefield lies within
your own mind ...
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cleaning her instruments with a black kerchief,
the masked girl approached evey, who sat
huddled against a wall.
"who are you?" asked evey, unable to shake the
fear from her voice.
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The enemy is everything you've ever learned.
The cost of losing is nothing less than your
identity ...
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"Just a herald of the revolution," said the masked
girl. "And mine is a revolution to end all
revolutions."
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[ o Sailor V / Codename :: Vendetta
[ o a sailormoon / vertigo crossover
[ o by fallacies
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[ o not to be continued
[ o inquire by email for details
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This is no FPS -- This is MGS!
Well, at first, I'm going to suggest working on those framers for sections. At least on my screen they're sort of distracting.
Dracos
*will read more*
This... is awesome, awesome shit...
Spamfic? I don't think so. I love it... MORE! MORE! FREEDOM! FOREVER!
Quote from: DracosWell, at first, I'm going to suggest working on those framers for sections. At least on my screen they're sort of distracting.
Dracos
*will read more*
Those framers are morse code. No, seriously.
Yeah, heard that.
@_@
Dracos