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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Tokiwong" data-source="post: 1065862" data-attributes="member: 961">InterludeMudaba AdinSachana smiled as she watched the young elite walk away with his flowers, another beautiful pawn in the United Nations propaganda machine.  Poor soul, misguided, and corrupted, there is probably no saving him.  Such a pity if his abilities are what Phase says they are, then he would be quite a useful elite for the true cause.  Oh well, I guess I should return to shopping.Sachana walked down the long avenues of downtown, where several boutiques and shops were located, it was a menagerie of colors, sights, and sounds.  Perhaps if she weren’t an international criminal wanted for several acts of terrorism, murder, and worse, she would have enjoyed it much more.  It always surprised her, how she had turned out that way, she as a nice simple girl, through her youth, and even when her powers manifested as she trudged through adulthood, she felt that she should do the right thing.  But when it came right down to it, the right thing for her, was to accept the fact that she was no longer human, not in the literal sense.  He remind pulsed with power, and all the sheep around her, they reminded her just how weak, and corrupt the system, and the human race had become.It was sad that not everyone could know the joys, and the rush that being an elite brought with it.  The sense of power, the freedom to change the world, and to do things man often believed was impossible in the first place.  She looked at herself in the mirror, as she modeled a tight dress, it made her figure look dynamite, not that she was worried, she knew she was attractive, she was Synapse, but she was also Sachana.  They were the same, and yet altogether different, it scared here, and at the same time sent her mind reeling through ecstasy.She glanced to the human next to her, as he admired her form, the store clerk, had more on his mind then just the sale, it was obvious, and she played to that as she worked out a deal on the mound of clothes she had already assembled.  It was simple, easy, and all too boring, perhaps once she had met up with Bishop and Phase things would get interesting, but for now she kept a low-profile, or as low as she could without arousing too much suspicion.  By the time the young elite passed the words to the authorities, she would be on her way to Milan, to attend an art unveiling for a friend, and hopefully make contact with Bishop.  Bishop would know what to do, just as Cardinal had prophesized, the day of reckoning was coming all too soon…</blockquote>

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