Roleplay part 9

sorry guys. had to go away and just got back late last night, but I'm back now.

*dust everywhere, covering the ground and floating in the air. Jet sneezed a couple of times and I nearly did as well, but managed to stop it at the last minute. after about twenty minutes we reached a service door and went through it to a settlement. Joe told us to go to the red shack but as we were about to move, someone behind us made their presence known. turning around I pointed at the stranger with my L85, Jet tensing on my shoulder. sensing the odds were not good for him, the stranger lifted his hands up slowly and said he meant us no harm. I snorted and went to his side, levelling my L85 with his heart*

'sure you don't, that's why you followed us in nearly total silence. if you say Gena sent you, why didn't you announce your presence when we got into the service tunnel, why wait till now?' I said looking at him with a hardened expression in my eyes.

 

Will the RP stay at Polis, or will it return to any other station like Prospect Mira?]

 

We just left Polis towards University. You'd have to be at one of the stations on the far west of the red line or think of something clever...


"I had to make sure I was out of Polis' reach absolutely lest I be discovered and extradited. I would have prolonged this contact for much longer if death had not borrowed me his courage. So here I stand. Face to face with a trusted friend... We have a lot of history, you and I. You know me all to well yet here you are staring at me without the slightest clue... Hmpf!" I said aloud so the whole group could hear.


"Oh, I almost forgot. Gena wanted me to share these with you and the rest of the group when he was free". Slowly and carefully I reached deep into my pack and pulled out an object wrapped in a silk dining cloth. I stretched it out to her. An emotionless tear began to run down my cheek but was quickly absorbed by the balaclava. In fact all my emotions were hidden behind the cloth and steel of my helmet and balaclava.

"We'll have time for those a little later I suppose... You know, I was there when Gena died. Right there. I could have stopped it. Easily. But he told me that death was a friend, an ally even. He told me they'd met before, years ago, and made a deal. 'Resurrection' was the last thing he said to me...

Would you like to know how he died? No. You already know don't you?... Deep down you know exactly what happened. Don't you, Odessa?

Well, that's enough about that for right now. If you want answers I'll give them all to you once we've settled down. Anything you want to know. But for now, you can call me, Voskresshiy.

 

All of a sudden, we were all turning around to the surprise of a man entering the hallway behind us. He claimed that he meant us no harm, and he also mentioned that Gena had died fearlessly, Odessa knowing all about it deep down in her mind. He also said that he was a trusted friend of her before uttering his name, Voskresshiy, and suggested that we should settle down. I felt that he was trying to make us lead him into Joe's base. Who knew what would be in there? Either way, he would be bad off if he made a wrong move, and he knew it. "I agree. Let us take him inside", I said, gesturing for Joe to keep leading us forward.

 

as we walked along i thought to myself.I don't trust what benji said about steve but im going to go with it for now after all he did have it comming.

 

After walking through the tunnel for some time, a stranger appeared from a door behind us. At that moment I was ready to shoot him without hestitation, but he reasoned his appearance with the death of some other guy, apparently called Gena. Gena must've meant something to him, because he got a little emotional after handing some object to Odessa. It almost sounded like Odessa had participated in the death of Gena in some way.

 

I'll probably wait until the roleplay has moved on from the Moscow University, unless anyone minds me bringing in the Revolutionaries right smack bang in the middle of the university. My character, if anyone read the introduction has already left Prospekt Mira and met the Revolutionaries in Partizanskaya and has left to go with them to the Moscow university across the Red Line to gather some books on guerilla warfare. Maybe later I'll write how he got to meet the Revolutionaries and his life at Prospekt Mira with his sister as a simple Muscovite survivor. Am i allowed to start writing now? And exactly where is the group now?

 

It must have been hours. The arms on the clock kept spinning after the group disappeared around me. One by one they left stepped out of the Lone Ranger and into the City of Light, leaving me to my bottle of bourbon and my own destiny. Yet I still sit here, hours later, watching the door. Im not sure why, but I hoped someone would have offered to accompany me. But no one did. I tap Yuri on the back in order to wake him up and we set off to the nearest airlock.

The wind was cold against my exposed skin. It soared down like a Demon and tore the feeling from my body. We walked for hours, much faster than the group. Although I too was headed the University, I was not looking for the station. I was looking for its library. I would have traveled with the group, but needed to do this as quickly as possible. A large group would slow me down on the surface, and there is no way to get the Emerald City from the tunnels, not after the bridge collapse. Still it would have been nice to have someone to talk to. One gets tried of talking to the silence of Yuri and the wind.

After what seemed like forever, Yuri and I arrived at the University, or what was left of it. It took a bit of climbing but we managed to squeeze into a crack in the wall of the University's library. Now its time to find those books.

 

You can write when ever you like. Your character could be doing guerilla attacks on the Red Line and you find a way into University. Whatever you like.

As we walked down the dark and oppressive secret entrance I began to think, "Why has Polis not discovered this place yet? How did I not find this place when I was young? I still have questions to ask Joe." I thought to myself.

A door then began to emerge of the darkness creating an overwhelming on myself. We then began to enter the doorway only to find the man that had been following us the whole time. I did not have enough time to realise what everybody else was doing, so I just sat on the floor. I pulled out my pistol only to drop it on the ground. The man began to reason with the group and make mention of someone called Gena, I felt like I had heard this name before or maybe it was just my mind trying to make me feel a stronger connection to the group. He then passed something to Odessa though I couldn't see what it was it was obviously important.

I picked up my pistol and picked myself up off the ground, the past few weeks had been exhausting, taking a caravan through a battle between the Fourth Reich and the Reds, running from the Hansa, fighting mutants, crawling through vents in D-6 and then finally coming back to Polis. I then set back off with the group towards University.

 

apologies for my delay. I've been busy with uni work. had to hand an essay in yesterday, since I just started a course in sociology. just a 3 month one, so I can start Criminology in september.

*I listened to him and the mention of Gena brought a lump to my throat. he said he knew me from before, but for the life of me I could not remember where from. then he handed me something wraped in a cloth. I did not look at it, instead, I stared at the stranger, debating in my mind what to do*

'well then, if you say we know each other, why don't you refresh my memory before I put a bullet through your skull?' I said to the newcomer without flinching.

 

"Have you forgotten already? It's only been a few days since we saved the metro from the terror tactics of Glock. We stood together in his office, deep in D6. You pulled the trigger and let death take him. I watched, crippled in my black uniform. You got your revenge and I got one step closer to finishing my mission.

Of course GRU was happy. It thanked me with it's dying breath as it died quietly in the night. Death was my final task. The last step in completing my mission. Now that that has past I've decided to start my life here, with this collection of shadows".

As I finished my explanation I slowly dropped the helmet from my head and dragged the balaclava from my face. Gena's body would explain all.

 

It took a while, but I'm back to (not) posting regularly again, hoefully. My vacansy was prolonged both due to my cabin-trip being prolonged and schoolwork after I got back from it.
From the time the group had left "The Lone Ranger", I had stayed in the back and kept to myself, something I was fond of doing at most times.
Like always the gaping mouth of the tunnels, this time leading from Polis, left a strange impression, that didn't pass for a while.
It took a while for the darkness to swallow our little group; many others were moving towards the "city", but, not surprisingly, it did.
The group turned towards a service-tunnel, and I followed, mutely.
At that time, my mind starting emptying, only for a light headache to fill the space, though not hard enough for me to care much about it. The huge amount of dust in the tunnel might be the reason for the headache, I thought.

A door opened behind us, and a man came out. Like most of the others, I unholstered my weapon, in this case the crossbow I had stolen from D6, and pointed it at him. Apparantly he meant no harm, nonetheless I kept the crossbow at the ready.
Odessa spoke back to him, of a certain Gena, possibly a previous member of the group, from what I could fathom of the conversation that occured.
The "name" of the man, was, as he said himself, Voskresshiy. A pseudonym, just like my own name; "The Resurrected".

 

It's fine, The Revolutionaries have no fights with Vlad, unless he is a fascist.

The Red Line soldiers let us through. I could see their contempt for us, Stalinist Communism did not mix with our more anarchic communism. Yet, as long as we siege the Nazis and keep up our guerilla attack on them, Red Line gives us "free" right of passage. We were going to attack the outside Nazi base. There was a collection of guerilla warfare that focused on attacks on strongly armoured buildings. We wanted these, and the Red Line was more than happy to allow us to attack the Fourth Reich.

Looking around, I give the all clear. The three of us step out into the metro tunnel. Dmitri and Nikolai stood beside me. They raise their AK-74s in opposite directions, and I held my revolver close to my chest. In our first mission for the Revolutionaries I’d been given some new pieces of kit, such as the SKS Rifle I had in my backpack. The heavier calibre could tear through Nosalises and Watchers. My skill as a hunter had granted me the use of my own bolt action shotgun, while Dmitri and Nikolai focused on continuous fire. We hear some noises down the tunnel; we stare at each other instinctively.

“¡No pasarán!”

 

What is this black magic, Aaron?! D:
Sorry for being absent, I've been busy all weekend.

Voskresshiy kept talking to Odessa who seemed rather skeptical about the whole situation. I had a hard time understanding what he meant to say, because my interpretations were that he had died and that he was calling us a collection of shadows. I usually understood most situations and most sayings, but this made no sense to me for once. He slowly dropped off his helmet before he pulled the balaclava off, revealing that he was....... Gena?
Was he saying that he had just miraculously escaped his final destination? Did that mean that Polis had just attempted to execute him? My mind torn and twist in my head as I waited for the final conclusion of what was going on..

Correct me if I'm wrong and it's not Gena
And correct me if Voskresshiy talked too low for anyone else but Odessa to hear him

 

Gena's soul has died, only flesh remains...

 

So, he's now a soulless abomination that we need to wipe out for the good of the whole metro?

 

Perhaps that would be for the best. But perhaps a new soul can emerge from the shadow of the old. The last light in my darkest hour...

 

15 or so minutes passed by as I quietly sat in the ribs of the interior. Inside the tunnel waiting for any sign to keep moving. I had to get information. That was the reason why I was here. I looked around a bit. Around the tunnel. It was hard to see because of the darkness, and even harder to find a way to get a better view.

I noticed a vent, no, a pipe, about a meter to the right of me on the ceiling.

Seeing no other way to get a better eavesdrop location I decided to check it out. My pack and equipment weren't too heavy and so I decided to climb up it.

With short and powerful moves I climbed the ribs of the interior onto the top until I hung from the ceiling. I pushed the pipe open and found out that there was a ladder that I could climb into, The pipe wasn't too small. And I could easily fit my whole torso into it. I climbed up and closed the 'lid' until I heard a horizontal "T" intersection. I looked left and saw that it was blocked by an amount of dirt and debris. And so I continued right.

The route took me through a zigzag of pipe, however there were no intersection which helped my out a lot. I crawled, pushing my bag in front of me quietly, not to give off any suspicion to the group. And held my light in my mouth, showing the way in front of me.

I hit a turn and eventually saw light. I turned off my light and slowly climbed to the vent. It was closed. But I had no troubled seeing and hearing through it.

I guess luck was on my side, I was directly above the group. And I could observe them perfectly.

They were in a small mid sized room, brightly lit by lamps.

"Observe"