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[NON-CANON SMASH] A dirty old dog like me in a nice, clean house like this
[Volgin had yet to forget Raikov's birthday. It was one of the few things he could clearly recall, out of all the essential things he remembered from the last part of his life, and having the ability to slither onto Raikov's workplace's grounds helped somewhat with his plans. Unfortunately, a seven foot behemoth was still something of a sore sight ( Read more... ) -
[FISSION MAILED CRY WOLF] Snips and snails and kitty cat tails
(( From this thread.))
[Volgin was shaking his head, some sort of restrained laughter on his breath, waiting.
Far be it him to trust so readily, but trusting Ocelot? Ha! What kind of fool would do that? He had been watching the boy, oh he had been... He talked like a Major in command of his own unit, but who could deduce what was truly on his mind?] -
[NON-CANON SMASH] Midnight
[Volgin thought he had done well: By some twist of luck, without being seen by a soul, he had left a note for him on the bathroom sink with the time, place, and location. Now, there he was, exactly where he had indicated, the hour approaching, waiting rather patiently.
He was a patient man.
It was dark, rendering him a large shape distorted by ( Read more... ) -
[NON-CANON FISSION MAILED] Cat food
Today had been nothing out of the ordinary.
Volgin had taken to his life on the couch, his newfound home and bed and lover and mother, smoking and possibly nibbling on something, drowning out his sorrows and loss in the glare of high definition. Galina might have strolled on by, Volgin might have absentmindedly stroked her back or scratched her ( Read more... ) -
[010] -- “Gratitude is a sickness suffered by dogs.”
[Behold, Culinary Arts students! You received a system PM from the frequently missing, dysfunctional teacher today! It looks like it's your grade: You will receive a letter scoring, and a small note to consult with him on the system or at an arranged time if you wish to dispute it.
Meanwhile, on another part of the system in the Russians' dorm, a ( Read more... ) -
[008] -- "You cannot make a revolution with silk gloves."
[[ A series of recordings delieved to Raikov's System Mail // Created and Sent from Phone // Russian // Private -- Unless you can datajack and leak]]
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[007] -- "The writer is the engineer of the human soul."
[[ Action Post ]][This begins with a bench outside of the Academy. The larger of the two Soviets living on campus approaches it and takes a seat. He does not mind the cold at all, likely looking peculiar in nothing but his usual sweater and slacks casual. His electrical nature keeps him perfectly warm ( Read more... )