Post by Fyodor Kartashkin on Jun 17, 2008 8:42:02 GMT -5
It was around two in the morning, when no one of sane mind is awake, and slowly the door to the Greenhouse opened up. A head popped around the door to take a quick gander to what was inside, and once satisfied the figure soundlessly entered the Greenhouse. It had been sometime since he had stepped on the school grounds: a long time indeed. He hadn't been here for over a year, but that was because it had taken him that long to recover from the numerous injuries he had sustained during the great battle in the Entrance Hall. He had disappearated at the last possible second and made his escape back to his homeland, on the banks of the Volga.
It was there he healed himself and waited for the signal from the Count to return to his side. He had never received it and there were times when he thought he would never feel the sensation again, but two weeks ago he had felt it so here he was. Now the problem in front of him was that the sensation had faded, and he couldn't find Diadem or the Count. And this was very problematic indeed. So that's why the man was here in the Greenhouse, looking for some organic material that would make his beauties have a bigger bang. And he found what he was looking for: manure.
There was enough methane in manure to create quite the lovely explosion, and all he had to do was add it to his stock that he had hidden away. Kneeling down and pulling on a pair of gloves, the man began scooping the brown goo into a container, and once full he shoved it through a loop on his bandoleer. Smiling to himself, Fyodor Kartashkin looked around briefly to make sure he had a clear getaway and started for the door he came in by.
The kids and their teachers had fixed the gate he had blown up: time for some more redecorating in the name of the Count.
It was there he healed himself and waited for the signal from the Count to return to his side. He had never received it and there were times when he thought he would never feel the sensation again, but two weeks ago he had felt it so here he was. Now the problem in front of him was that the sensation had faded, and he couldn't find Diadem or the Count. And this was very problematic indeed. So that's why the man was here in the Greenhouse, looking for some organic material that would make his beauties have a bigger bang. And he found what he was looking for: manure.
There was enough methane in manure to create quite the lovely explosion, and all he had to do was add it to his stock that he had hidden away. Kneeling down and pulling on a pair of gloves, the man began scooping the brown goo into a container, and once full he shoved it through a loop on his bandoleer. Smiling to himself, Fyodor Kartashkin looked around briefly to make sure he had a clear getaway and started for the door he came in by.
The kids and their teachers had fixed the gate he had blown up: time for some more redecorating in the name of the Count.