Roleplay Part 3

The group was ready so i took them to my home which was in the centre of cursed station, there i used my key to open the door, suprisingly it was still locked...no matter i opened the door and went inside with the others turning to them i said, "You can rest here after im done with you guys now follow me, we got to the the altar my friends and my family used to pray for god's forgivness because of our actions, "You can pray here for protection if you believe in any form of higher being." then i took out my cross and started praying in the unknown language, i heard a click then i took out 6 dog tags, each was part of my squads members that have died in the defence of Cursed Station, I inserted each of them in six slots around the altar then i took out mine and inserted into the altar itself, which opened a passage to the armory...

 

As a ranger I had seen many arsenals, but this one was absolutely astonishing - shiningly clean AK74's, An SKS, three revolvers and even a Beretta M92, that must have been very expensive since there wasn't alot of those in the metro. Being unable to take my eyes of this beauty I asked Vlad "Would you mind if I borrowed this one?". Holding it in my hand I looked back at Vlad with the best puppy eyes I could make.¨
The M92:

 

You guys can just add more weapons or whatever to the arsenal, I just wanted to get in the M92

 

"Sure you can Dark, as long as you take care of it and maintain it properly it will serve you well, but i've got my own arsenal here hiddne within these walls, now you guys take whatever you like but dont take too much that you will move slow" I took out a key and went towards the wall to the left, inserted into a hole and it opened another chamber, this is where we keep foreighn weapons, my most treasured pessesions being an L95A3 and an L96 i took them gently and some ammo, which i put on my pouch, attached a suppresor to both my guns and my pistol. I then put the L96 on my bag and holding the L95A3 i said
"This are all the weapons we have, take what you like but take care of them as much as you value your life you will not find any in the metro!"

 

I thanked Vlad and started looking for some ammo and magazines. I found two extra mags for the Beretta and a 40 round RPK mag for the AKM, which I started loading immediately. I did not know how to repay Vlad, but I thought that I would have a chance to do so very soon, if the trip to Rimskaya would go as I expected. I had heard the station mentioned on a trip to Oktabrjskaja lately, but only semi-consciously and only briefly. It was one of the few places in the Metro I had never gone. I noticed that I had already planned to go on with the group after Kitaj-Gorod, but I hadn't told them yet.

 

Before we began our journey, I quickly grabbed the first weapon I could find, and saw that I had grabbed a homa made version of a MP-412 Rex. It had been modified to fit smaller bullets than the normal usage, just so it wouldn't waste precious Pre-blast bullets. They were really valuable and everone you could save would be enough for atleast a filter for the gasmask.
I felt happy with the choce I had, and followed the others.
"So, do you have any deadline to get there, or should we be take the safe before unsafe? I really don't like to rush when walking in these tunles."

Well Von, I almost wrote exactly the same as you did
And here's a picture of the gun I took.

 

Everyone seemed to grab weaponary out of the room. I had already equipped, so I grabbed some extra ammunition for the HK, and nothing else, before I thanked Vlad, and off we were on our doomed journey into the known, but at the same time, the unknown. Steven never asked me anything regarding my little farewell-speech at the bar previously. He probably had not even heard my words because of Boris' unstable condition. I understood so. Steven was a warrior of passion. A true dweller of the Metro. The only man I had met that still was a part of something more than just surviving. He would fit perfectly as a councelor. Not as a king or a leader, though. He did not have enough determination. And I admired exactly that.

 

As we entered the tunnel I walked over to Benjamin. I had a few questions I would like to ask. "What can you tell me of this little team you have here? Why are you doing these things, and what killed your friend?". These were questions that I'd had on my mind since I first saw the group, but I hadn't found it appropriate to ask before now. I let go of my rifle and let in hang in the sling, but I kept my right hand on the Beretta, if anything unexpected should happen.

 

The so-called Darkbringer seemed curious. No wonder; he was about to leave out with an unknown group. "I am not aware of the origin of this group, but I believe that I joined it in it's earliest times. You may call us rangers if you prefer so, but I, myself, am more of a crusader of the apocalypse". I didn't expect him to understand what my self-claimed title meant, neither did I plan to reveal it. "We have travelled a far distance together, taking down the scum of the underground. On the surface as well. I believe our main goal is to, with this group, complete the tasks we would never be able to do on our own. If the main mission is something else than taking down nazis, they are still in our way, attempting to prevent us from finishing our task. It has not stopped us, though, and I believe it never will. Not completely. Boris was blown into a wall by a grenade in an attempt to kill a librarian. He succeeded, but unfortunately had to pay the price. Destiny is playing with our souls if you ask me" I answered dramaticly.

 

I digested what Benjamin had said. A crusader of the apocalypse? In my eyes crusades was about killing people or an entire ethinicity, wipe them out, so to speak. Perhapse their goal was killing the nazis? I hoped so. Those inhumane fuckers. I thought back on the history lessons in school, about the nazis, and their "experiments" with the jews. I wondered if they were still like that. And even more, if they had imposed it on my mother.

 

Hey, where are your characters in the metro? I was wondering if it was ok to skip ahead with my character to when he reaches market station, as I don't want to RP by myself for god knows how long, and I was hoping to meet up with some other characters.

 

We are curently outside cursed heading to rymskaya, say something that a caravan is heading to rymskaya and you get attacked by nosalises and ur the only survivor heading there to find help, but u find us on the way

We ventured back into the metro heading top Rymskaya to do Stevens plan, i took point on the team and watched carefully what lay ahead of us. I was determined to see through this alive with my team but i will not hesitate to put my life on the line, then i heard a growl or a growl something terible the echoed across the metro was close to us, i signaled the team to take defensive positions and i went behid a wall getting ready for what is to come, i took out my L96 which had a Thermal Optic atached to it and looked down into the tunel, I couldn't see anything moving.

 

Ok thanks.

Rodion could just make out several nosalises coming down the tunnel. The remaining merchant also saw them, and screamed,"Shoot them, shoot them!"
Rodion fired a few more bursts at the oncoming shapes in the shadows, and thought he saw one of them fall behind, either wounded or dead. Rodion then reloaded and fired another burst at the nosalises, who were now clearly visible. Rodion then realised he had forgotten to turn on his headlight on his helmet, and swore at having made a rookie mistake. He fired a burst a nosalis, hitting the mutant several times in the torso. There were only two left, and Rodion was about to fire another burst, confident he could take the two creatures with his SMG. But then his bastard jammed. Rodion pulled the cocking handle a few times, but the gun refused to work. The nosalises took advantage of this and ran up the cart, grabbing the second merchant, who had been cowering under the seat. He screamed as they pulled him out of the railcar, jumping off just as Rodion pulled out his revolver. But it was too late, and even with his headlight, the railcar had moved too far away from the merchant and the nosalises. Screams began coming from down the hallway. Rodion paniced, having no idea where he was in the metro and how close he was to the nearest station. He couldn't hope to take the mutants with just a revolver. The only thing on the railcar was the merchant's duffle bag, which they had brought with them. Rodion looked around for an escape, and saw a service tunnel door down the tunnel. He grabbed the duffel bag and lept off the railcar. It was the safest bet right now. He opened it, ran inside and slammed the door and backed away, before hiding behind a nearby corner. He slumped against the wall, and decided to get some rest. Adrenaline still rushed through his body from the shock of the situation. As he calmed down, Rodion slowly realised he hadn't even thought about saving the merchant. He had just run off and saved his own hide. Rodion hung his head, ashamed of what he had just done. He couldn't hear the merchants screams anymore. Rodion just sat there and stared at the wall for several minutes, contemplating what he had just done. He then stood up, and picked up the duffel bag, before walking down the service corridor ins earch of some place safer. He didn't look back at the door leading to the metro tunnel and the railcar.

 

The distant sound was heart-crushing and head-aching until it finally stopped, leaving the short echo, that felt like it lasted forever before the complete silence was emerged. The only sound at presence were the stressed, short andundetermined footsteps of someone in the group. I didn't notice who. I did not even know if it was myself. I covered our vulnerable backs with the HK slightly lifted, walking sideways wit hmy back almost sliding against the moist concreed wall, so I had a view at all my surroundings as we moved forward, slowly.

 

hey guys. hows it goin. i know this is kinda wierd but ive been recovering from all the stuff i had to do. meaning im less busy. so if i could join in or something. but i dont wanna just "cross paths" again. i wanna make a really interesting approach in remeeting u guys? after all i did "die" but maybe i didnt since u just left. >. any suggestions?
ps. its great to be back on the forums