Roleplay part 8

Seriously? Epic, bro! xD
I'm sitting up to watch this, although my bed is ready, and I've brushed my teeth, and my room is cooled down for the night, so I'm freezing, and I should've gone to bed almost two hours ago, but I'm sitting here and waiting for this to happen because it's so entertaining indeed

 

I agree with you Aaron. But ugg, utlimLux your killing me. Post already.

 

Sorry for the wait, had to make it feel right.
I contemplated Steve's suggestion of a duel, rolling the thought around in my head for a moment. It had been so long since I had killed another human, I could hardly remember. It was probably back during the fighting between the Reds and the Nazis.

The man under my heel was neither, and he had the military training that would probably lead to victory, even in his injured state. But he had made the mistake of killing my sister. I sighed, closed my eyes, and pulled the trigger. I felt the body jump under my feet, the last impulses in Steve's brain firing. I stepped back, and stared down at the lifeless man who had moments before been part of the group.

"May the Night Dragon take you to your resting place." That order that he mentioned. Ask in character when you meet up with him again. I said quietly, and put the pistol back in its holster numbly. Walking back into the office, I went around the desk and kneeled down beside my sister. Any last piece of hope was crushed when I felt her neck, and could find no pulse.

"No no no no." This was not the way I would have wanted her to go. Sitting there quietly for a moment, I took my baseball hat out and laid it beside her. I noticed a black watch on her wrist. I had given it to Lara shortly before we parted ways. There was a stream of blood running slowly down her arm towards it. I took it off her wrist delicately, and then brushed her head with my hand before standing up.

There were footsteps out in the hallway, coming towards the doorway. I walked out slowly, looked down at the body of the man I had killed. "Wonder if he had any family?" I asked myself. Shivering, I crawled into the vent. What had I just done? Breathing in deeply, trying to hold back the tears of anger and sorrow, I went after the others.

It was time to get out of D6.

 

dun dun dun well the next character is steves "son" notice the quotes he falls out of a vent when you guys leave D6

 

First PvP Kill. Milestone!

 

Okay then.

I pulled myself up into the ventilation and began to crawl. Now I finally began to take in and contemplate what had actually happened. The group had split up into two groups one to take out a man named Glock and another to destroy a virus the Nazis were making.

The group that was sent to go kill Glock did it so well that it wan't them who alerted the guards nor was it the group I was in, it was a maddened Nazi killing his own. My group's mission was completed successfully allowing me to obtain a few vials and tubes containing strange liquids.

The crawl felt like it took an extremely long time but it must have been quicker then taking the hallways. I slid out of the hallway an headed for the next ventilation shaft.

I just re-read Steve's post and realised he said all of the Rangers would be after Ultimlux. Aren't we also Rangers or are we just a group of people with a few rangers?

 

This was very maturely handled by you, SteveTheRanger. I hope you're not holding any secret grudge towards anyone

After crawling for a little more, I stopped once again to turn and look behind me when I heard someone coming over to the ventilation. I saw Melkov climbing in. As he was slowly catching up with us, I never saw Steve climb into the ventilation system. I faced the newcomer and kept crawling through the ventilation. It was going to be another long crawl to get us out of there..

 

pm me when your out so Dimti can fall out of that vent that was a hollow threat but the stars in the dark will be hunting him full on

 

Steve, having Steve's son fall out of a vent right when the group leaves D-6 is kind of ridiculous. I know for a fact that I'm going back to Mendeleevskaya. That is where the group picked up Steve. Might as well be where they meet his son. Just a thought.

 

For me it happened at January 8, 2013 at 7:31 A.M

 

aye okay works he will be sitting near a fire eating and getting drunk

 

I am away for the day and I find 3 more pages! and the whole confrontation thingie, fucking epic!well played I must say!!this just made my day

and as ot apollo wether we are rangers or not, some in the group, like dark is ranger, some are stalkers. Sergei for example is neither. he doesn't even carry a helmet or a kevlar vest for heavens sake

 

"I sat next to a small fire trying to cook the pork with out burning myself now were is that shoom vodka finding it i poured it into a tin mug before downing it in one."

yes im writing as Dimti now as steve is dead

 

well as Dimti is it possible you could write more elaborate posts and use the , . more? just asking

 

well hes like freeman he does not talk much also i switched pictures when i swaped characters first one was how i envisioned steve new one is how i envision Dimti but yes i will try

 

I Dont mean that he talks more, but that you write more what he thinks what he feels, how he reacts, how his surroundings look like and such, kinda develope your character more, not just what he says and does

 

right

 

i live in alaska here 2:02pm is when steve died