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Post by roseneghana on May 15, 2011 18:49:58 GMT 1
"Oh yes, quite sure Abe. Much of what they were working on is revolutionary, even today. I've done my own research on the technological projects, but as Miss Ilyukhin states, much of it is heresay."
With a slight bow to the aforementioned woman, Rose left the small group of people to head back to her spot and the book she had been reading. It was a science fiction novel by the title of "In Fury Born", and it was a good military science fiction story. With a wave her her fingers at the pair over her shoulder, she made her way back up the stairs to the second level, halting about halfway up.
"Miss Ilyukhin, if you desire a chance to go exploring on those old Nazi sites, I do believe I have an interest in accompanying you, if you don't mind me tagging along."
With a deep inhilation, she sat down on the stairs and leaned against the railing to observe the two others in the room, still keeping herself available for the conversation just not right in the middle of it. As she sat there, she closed her eyes, 'listening to the world' as she had put it once, observing the ambience of the room and the sounds of the AC, environmental systems and the ticking of clocks placed around the library. Soon enough, her 'listening to the world' had her sleeping on the steps of the Library, breathing deeply and regularly.
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Post by ABE SAPIEN on May 15, 2011 18:50:46 GMT 1
Abraham had been familiar with the claims and speculations based upon Die Glocke, courtesy of the written works of Igor Witkowski. He had taken the time to translate the original text from the Prawda O Wunderwaffe with Professor Broom a few years ago, but never was aware that there was some form of investigation taking place over the said item. It was more commonly referred to as the Nazi Bell, and supposedly the first clues were found in interrogation transcripts from a Nazi Officer, who's name eluded him at the moment. Much to his annoyance. Eyes glancing upwards as he tried to recall the name, Abe refocused his attention on Ludmila who had then stated that after combing Poland and Germany they had not located the bell, she too sounded just annoyed as he. There was now of course a retelling of the original myth of the Wonder Weapon, in English text, published by the British author Cook. This document called 'The Hunt for Zero Point'.
Rose was quick to assure him that the prototypes were revolutionary, even today. How had he been so slow to recall this information? Clearly it was time to re-research the said topic. Though Rose mentioned most of the information was hearsay. Ludmila had continued, Abe holding onto every word, growing more and more curious in just a few simple sentences from his colleagues lips. The clicking of the tongue was a social signal, Abe observed, and a good indicator that the incident had annoyed her. He watched her curiously trying to spot any other movement that would reveal her thoughts on the matter, surprised as always, when the other agent spoke plainly.
Sharing past experiences was part of an agents life-style while working within the B.P.R.D.. Every agent had stories, and every story had different amounts of pages, with different experiences. A vast array of backgrounds, and personalities, that somehow were able to work together without much problems. His attention snapped back to Ludmila at the mention of a castle he had only ever heard about in books. Wewelsburg Castle. “I have not been there myself, but I would very much like to visit it one day.” Abe replied sensibly.
“An interesting fact! Did you know that after the year 1941, they panned to enlarge the castle to the so-called 'Center of the World?” He inquired excitedly. It wasn't often that another intellect would decide to pop into the library and share such inspiring experiences and knowledge. “If the Nazi's left behind evidence, what are the odds every rock was turned over? There might still be some evidence there.” It seemed Rose was on the same wavelength as he was at the time, for she volunteered herself for a field trip as well. “I too would be more than happy to accompany you.” He stated, eager to sate his inquenchable thirst for knowledge.
Abe became thoughtful, the failed mission seemed to really be a burden to Ludmila, and she had mentioned locations that might even tie into the Die Glocke. Abe was not 100 percent positive about such speculations, but it never hurt to have a 'field trip' from the B.P.R.D.. After all, missions were a chance to see the outside world and actually become more hands on with the history that he so loved.
Feeling empathic toward the other agent, Abe decided to let the matter drop. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry.”
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Post by LUDMILA ILYUKHIN on May 20, 2011 11:21:29 GMT 1
"The centre of the world, yes", said Ludmila. "But we all know what happened to such dreams of global domination. I was in Berlin when the red flag was hoisted over the Reichstag."
She could remember the Second World War quite well as well as all the other wars she'd been involved in. The Rusalka had the odd, almost unfortunate tendency to surf the tides of war. Sometimes, the memories came back to her in her sleep like ghosts from the past. It had been a lot worse in the years after those wars, the last being Afghanistan. Post-traumatic stress disorder they called it. Now it had lessened, and Ludmila's dreams of war seldom came back to haunt her nights.
"It was quite a sight", she added. "Standing on top of the building, which was barely still standing, as the red banner was unfurled..."
At that moment, the agent who was supposed to accompany Ludmila returned with the keys to her quarters.
"Ah, it seems like I'll finally be able to get a glimpse of where I am supposed to be staying", said the Rusalka.
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Post by ABE SAPIEN on Jun 9, 2011 21:22:10 GMT 1
Abe hung on her words, her words which painted a picture. When Ilyukhin mentioned global domination, Abe had a passing glimpse of a world in ruin should the domination be acquired by the wrong hands. Judging by the womans expressions, simply speaking of these past events were painting her own portraits, of memories, or possibly other events which had molded her into what she was today.
The strange science about intelligent beings, was that all of them had their own experiences, some in which were shared, but no two beings were ever exactly alike. It was one of the more interesting aspects of existence to intelligent life to Abe. The fact that two individuals could, in theory, live the same life and still have different outcomes due to a variation in thinking patterns.
Calling him back to the real world was the sound of the agent who was supposed to show Ludmila to her room, this time with the proper keys. The rusalka stated she would be, after an unexpected wait, be able to lay her eyes on her living quarters, to which Abe translated as a polite means of excusing herself. "I hope that it suits you, and I look forward to working with you. If you should find you need anything, you know where to find me." Abe stated, pointing at the water tank.
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Post by THE STAFF on Jun 11, 2011 14:51:30 GMT 1
Closed due to thread completion. Closed on: 2011 June 11 by The Staff
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