Roleplay Part 10

sorry guys, busy with uni. two assigments due before the 18th July....

*Mar'yina Roscha? again? well, at least we knew the place. however, I was not thrilled about going back there. we got back into the elevator and got ready to go up the surface. I had been extremly quiet lately, just gathering my thoughts and my strength. I knew 'Gena' was sort of back, but still, I would have to keep an eye on his progress. these things took time, a lot of time. I made sure Jet was comfortable in her carrier and I put my sunnies and my mask on, readying my L85*

'80% chances of failling eh? well, we had it much worst, and we had it better. let's just get on with it, I'm getting serious trigger itch here, and Jet is looking forward to a bit of a 'run in the sun' so she can stretch her legs somehow' I said winking an eye to Benji with a smile in my lips that reached into my eyes.

 

*I could see Benji did not get my meaning when I winked at him, but nevertheless he looked back at me with a stare, although meant to be unreadable I could see something in the deep pool of his eyes, something warm and caring, and worry too, about Vos and about our mission. we were on the surface, at last, and, as on cue, Jet jumped out of her carrier and went for a run. I shook my head and rolled my eyes. It was nice to see her active and happy again. she was a metro cat, but I knew she liked the surface as much as any other mutant out there, she had been born up there after all*

'let's have some fun Benji' I said to him as quietly as I could wearing a mask.

*I did not intend to create trouble, nothing further from my mind, but hunting mutties was, after all, my profession, and I was at my best when doing just that, and I knew there would be a few of them to hunt in this trip*

edit: Skaara, edited post accordingly 26/07/2013.

 

How far is your all's exit point from the university? I ask cause our group is under attack from the mutant hordes.

 

oops, my apologies. edited accordingly.

 

we're directly under the garden right outside the university , I said that in the story like 3 months ago XD

 

Time for Alek to leave this group and join the others in the university.

I put on my balaclava to protect myself from the bitter Moscow cold, the kind that chills your bones to the core. I fit my GP-5 awkwardly, the tight fit meant that none of the noxious air would get in. I quickly tighten my rifle to prevent it from falling out. Myself, Lt Dmitri and Nik all follow the same procedures before venturing into the Moscow surface.

A bright shining light explodes as I see the sun for what feels like years. The bright lens flare coats my eye piece for a few painful seconds before my eyes adjust to the surface. Alas, Moscow. A almost tragic beauty, to see this pristine snow wasteland. The city appears dead and frozen in the cold, as if someone had painted a picture. But, as I knew all to well, there was danger in this beauty. Bigger mutants lurked here, demons and watchers, powerful enough to bite a man's arm off in one fell swoop.

"Joe. The University is that way." I point towards the tall and menacing spire of the University. "It doesn't look too far. About a 20 minute walk. Give or take 2 hours to give it a proper look, another 20 minutes to get here, 20 minutes for any hold-ups and we'll be back here in 3 hours with your book. You guys go on ahead, we'll be back. Make a trail or something so we can find you. Goodbye Voskresshiy." Perhaps I was too callous, but I wanted to make sure Voskresshiy didn't forget what we were scheming to do.

And so I set off along with my comrades, to the university, with a spring in our step and a rifle in our hand and pure communism in our hearts...

Righty then, goodbye this group for now, I'll be joining Storchburp, MA$ON, Ranger Jack 312 and co.

 

For those who are on the surface, it is just after dark in our RP, and the snarls of nosalises and gunfire can be heard. Followed by the keening sonic wail/attack of a female nosalise. Then Jack fired a red flare skywards, indicating our location.

 

Sorry I've been away recently. I've been busy at my summer job, working 10 hour night shifts, and a 12 hour shift on tuesday, it's really draining me and my time but I'll try to get in a few hours on here.

It all seemed so simple, to Joe at least. All we had to do was stroll across the surface and mst dangerous places in the Metro, grab a few heavy parts and drag them back here so he could 'keep a close eye on them, just for safe keeping'. Oh and by the way you only have a 20% chance of living through this so yeah, deal with it. Of douse I would, I'd have to either way.

And so came the surface, in all it's beauty and apocalyptic splendor and the rest of that shit, beautiful or not it still wanted you dead and your guts spread down it's streets. Gas masks, balaclava, helmet, filters, all seemed in order. I checked my rifle and loaded a fresh mag to be sure. Cocking the gun and switching the safety off I tightened the silencer as we broke through to the top, best not make ourselves known anymore than a large group of bumbling misfits usually would in a situation like this.

Alek and his two comrades break off immediately to scout ahead and find their own path making a schedule as they left like a smart Stalker should. However, saying his farewells to me in particular drags a little stupidity back into the mix drawing the attention to what might have earned the 'special treatment'. "Look after yourself Alek, we'll see you at the university heh?". As we begin to move out on our undoubtedly long and hopelessly dangerous quest I utter a few more words to break any curious attention still sticking to me, "He's a good kid, wonder what he sees in a wreck like me..."

 

I heard a nosalies roar and a gun shot from the university. I begin to run near it without telling the group anything, this is a suprising development. I remember how my brother died........... now that we are meeting up, should we fuse he threads?

 

Well if you decide to link up with our group, we are currently near the "science" wing area battling a small horde of nosalies. The three of us are wounded with two capable of walking, and one with a broken leg, The rev's are holding their own though.

 

When the groups meet up, it would be about time for my character to slip away quietly to continue his usual mission.

I cock my head slightly to tilt my good ear in Joe's direction. There seem to be a lots of people here and it might be better to leave before I inevitably encounter someone who is too curious or hostile about me.

I crouch and begin emptying my pockets, placing some meagre salvage on the ground, found in my earlier diggings and judged to be useful to Metro dwellers. A half-dozen shotgun shells, packets of dried meat and edible mushrooms, some miscellaneous tools like small screwdrivers etc.

Finally, I place a jar of beans among them. Pinto beans. It took me a long time to find that many but I wanted to leave it as a gift, and a test. Would they have the wisdom to take them to plant elsewhere, or would they just eat them at the first available opportunity?

I start walking away.

 

so is the main group finding us now? I'm a little confused.

I waited for someone to answer my call for ideas, and I noticed Dolgov had Laid a small pile of random supplies and what looked like a jar of beans. Then he started to walk away, I quickly ran up to him and gave him a light pat on shoulder while keeping an eye out for nosalies. "where are you going man? There are still nosalies out there you know." I said while looking him in the eye, trying to figure out what he was doing.

 

I'm assuming that at the very least Joe would be, and he would eventually link the two groups.

I do not understand any of what Jack is saying, and am mute and unable to reply, but can sense the sincere concern in his voice. I cannot tell him that it is my heightened senses and speed that have protected me from mutants thus far, but that this is negated in the chatter of a large group. Nor can I avoid combat if they are confident of standing their ground. Its hard enough to hear him now unless I turn my good ear towards him, the one not bleeding from the eardrums thanks to standing too close to a female nosalise.

I also cannot tell him of the real reason I am here and that I must make my way to the Botany department, to find their collection of plant specimens and the seeds that would help humanity start life afresh on the surface - a mission more important than my....no...Dolgov's life...since the Botanic Gardens was destroyed.

Lastly, I can only return his gaze with silence.

Then I withdraw control of this shell for just a split second and seize it again, like dropping a pebble from one's grasp and catching it before it hits the ground.

My lungs exhale with a loud hiss, and my eyes glass over and defocus for a split second, and for a moment, Jack would find himself staring into the eyes of a corpse. Then before my knees buckle, I straighten up, inhale, and my eyes take on their usual, empty expression.

I try to keep walking, hoping he finally understands the *inhuman* nature of my mission.

Dolgov won't be very far away, Botany is part of Science after all, maybe in an adjacent building and sometimes checking to see what the party is up to.

 

I jumped when I saw Dolgovs "spark" of life leave his eyes and for a split second I stared in to the eyes of a corpse. Then, as if a switch had been flipped, the life returned to his eyes and he started to walk toward a different area of of the university. I stood rooted to the spot for a moment before shaking my head and looking in the direction he was walking, I wanted to follow him, but I couldn't just abandon Prizrak and the others.

I sighed, tired from all the constant running, fighting, and killing I had been doing the later part of this day. I turned and trudged back to the to our now rather sized up group.

 

So, that Reich zombie left. good. "Jack, do you think we might be able to return to our autoclave and get it working?" I yelled, while trying to shoot mutants with my pistol. The drug's side effects were wearing off, but my vision was still not completely clear and I didn't want to be in combat in my current state.

 

I turned my attention to Prizrak contemplating my answer. "Maybe, it depends on how many more mutants there are!" I shouted back. Now that I think about my breathing was getting ragged, I unscrewed my old filter and screwed in a new one. I knelt down by prizrak and held out a filter for him to use.