Roleplay part 9

I don't really believe that but that's okay, I mean I can learn to accept it. Has my character met Gena before?

 

What do you mean you "dont believe that".

 

Sorry I just re-read it and began to understand what was actually going on, sorry for ruining your very good idea.

Once we reach University should we create a new thread?

 

I also find it strange how Gena's dead body absorbed a soul that was stuck in purgatory (If I understood it correctly). But I can accept it either way
Odessa, it's time for your character to respond.

 

*I kept staring at the stranger with Gena's face. It looked like Gena, but there was something definetly not right about him, something was off*

'no, it can't be, Gena got killed, I know he was put onto the train, and I know for certain he died. who are you really? you have Gena's face and voice, but there is something not right about this. explain yourself, to all of us, so that we might understand what is happeneing here, before I shoot you for the good of our sanity' I said, with a cold tone in my voice, no doubt in it as to whether I would shoot him or not.

 

Odessa still did not see the truth. It was hard for her to understand such a situation and I could see how.

"Yes, Gena did get on that train. He returned to the red line. Underwent trial. And was sentenced to death.
The GRU members were forced into the tunnel and gunned down by the masses. He and a select few were chosen for a more personal execution, a single bullet to the back of the head. But hasn't Gena told you about the depths of GRU's agents? Hmpf! That red officer nearly blew out my eardrum with his shot. The same with the others. We were dead.
The officer along with two of the disguised red soldiers gunned down the rest of the tunnel guards we took their uniforms, pilled their bodies with the rest and left into a service room known only to GRU.

There we received our new identities and went our separate ways, as new men. I ended Gena that day, leaving his troubles and name behind in that tunnel. I know I should feel grateful I was able to escape that purge, but it seems I didn't. Ever since that night it feel like that last shard of my soul was lost... I feel empty inside.

That's why I've wandered here. Maybe if I stay with this group long enough I'll find, something. Something that will truly save me."

 

All this chatting was confusing. Some guy Gena who was executed by the reds? When I decided to join the group it had all been quite simple. Camraderie, adventure. But know it seemed way more complicated, it was a conspiracy involving the reds, biochemical weapons, supermutants and mass executions. It was still too complex a net for me to understand, but I did know there was no way back.

 

How often can one post in the RP?

 

As often as you'd like. The more the merrier

 

I slowly creep around the corner of the tunnel, basking in the shadows, invisible to all but Nikolai and Dmitri who were right behind me. I could hear some gentle chatter, the lack of Germanic accents calmed us. These weren't Fascists. That didn't mean they were friendly. I slowly signify to Dmitri to take the left side ans for Nikolai to take the right. I'd face them head. I picked up parts of the conversation as I crept forward, Gena was killed the Reds but didn't die? Stranger things had happened in the Metro system. I lifted the SKS carbine and held it tightly. Two months ago I was in Hansa shooting rats to feed my family. Now, I was preparing an uprising against the Fascists. Could I handle this? Could I kill a man? Only time would tell. I step out of the shadows into the bright glare of the metro safety lights aiming the SKS, safely in the knowledge that Nikolai and Dmitri would cover me.

"Now, tell me exactly who you are. Then we can walk away without doing anything we might regret. We are the Revolutionaries! We wish no harm on those that are not fascists."

My throat tightens, and I begin to sweat as I become more nervous, the dawning realisation that I had just threatened a group of armed men, and I appeared like a lone 16 year old with a rifle too big for him.

CHYORT!

 

A kid in worn clothing stepped out of the shadows and treatened the group. He appeared to be one of the child soldiers the revolutionaries were so prone to sacrificing. Damn commies. My Hanzan upbringing had taught me to be capitalist by heart, but I was cynical enough to not let his brainwashing frustrate me.
"You might be a communist, but you're not stupid enough to go alone" I said to the teenager. "Where are your comrades?" I asked in a slightly aggresive way, raising my rifle to point at his head.

 

"Where are they? Well, well. Would you like to meet them, or do you wish for them to introduce themselves." I hold my ground. Nikolai and Dmitri poke ever so slightly of the shadows, demonstrating their existence but not their location "Go on shoot me. My two comrades will have you on the ground faster than you cay say go. We wish for free right of passage to the university." I lower my rifle. "Our fight is with the Fascists. Not you. May we culturally enrich ourselves at the university or does this have to turn into a bloodbath?" I notice the accent of the one that had threatened me. It reminded me of home. "Are you by any chance from Hanza? I'm from Prospekt Mira." I hoped my more friendly tone would grant us access.

 

I/Melkov now feel bad for not offering to go with Fyodor.

Well, that was certainly unexpected. As I turned back to face the door, I eyed the man wearing a balaclava who had stepped through. He started talking to Odessa and Benjamin, handing off a package to her. I eyed him for a few moments, though his general nonthreatening, albeit a little odd, tone and posture put me at ease. I stepped over closer to the tunnel wall so that I could watch the door through which he had come.

That was until he removed his face covering, reveal himself to be Gena. Or at least, someone with the body of Gena, though not the same mannerisms or voice. I stared at him now, wondering how he had gotten here. This was revealed as he continued talking, detailing his "escape" from execution and his subsequent arrival back with the group. I had a hard enough time believing that, and it looked like Odessa was having a hard time of it also.

All of this was swept from my mind as another person stepped through the door that "not Gena" had just come through, this one young; he had unkempt hair and was wearing fairly cobbled together armor and a trench coat. There was nothing worn about the SKS that he had aimed in the general direction of the group.

I moved up alongside the new man, Nikolai, that we had picked up in Polis, who was questioning him about any others that might be with him, placing myself, and the new armored vest, between the kid and the rest of the group. "We're not going to shoot you, unless you or your friends start something. And none of us, except maybe the guy up front, are actually from University, so we aren't exactly the ones to be allowing you in."

The kid seemed friendly enough and he had lowered the rifle, though he was still nervous. I still had my rifle pointed at the floor, but my hand was resting on the grip again. "We don't need to have a problem. What's your name, comrade?" I asked, trying to control my tendency to speed talk when nervous.

 

As Odessa decided wether or not to kill me a young man no older than 18 stepped out of the shadows wielding an ancient rifle and a shaky bit of courage. His first order of business was to order us around, trying to intimidate us his rifle and apparent comrades lurking behind him. Eventually he made the smart decision and lowered his rifle. Darkbringer and Melkov stepped between him and the ranger group to ease the tension and save the life of the boy and his friends.


Moving slowly so Odessa wouldn't shoot me I pulled the flashlight from my waist and lit up the room with it's rays. Instantly the boy and his two friends were clearly visible. I aimed the beam of the light at the floor so the they could be seen without blinding them. However I didn't dare motion for my weapons as Odessa would quickly end that attempt, yet it seemed it didn't matter as the boy claimed himself to be a revolutionary soldier. A little young in my books, but not the youngest I've seen.



Ok, I'm going to explain my character so everyone gets it.
"Vosk" is Gena. They are the same person. He made it out of his execution because the last members of GRU saved him and a few others. Gena is either going insane or extremely troubled. Wether voluntary or not he lost himself on that day in the tunnel. His memory and personality of being Gena is so jumbled up and confused that it has snapped and restarted in a sense. It's like a frozen computer that restarted and was wiped clean. It will take time to recover the information. Gena's brain has now tried to create memories where non exist (as the saying goes) until it somehow sorts itself out. Its all in his head!

 

Now it all makes sense.

 

After the kid explained the presence of two others and said they'd only shoot if I took the first shot, I decided to lower my rifle. The cultural enrichment sounded like a good thing - they needed it. And, besides, he was actually from Hanza. Maybe I had been wrong to assume him communist?
No. No one in Hanza would sport that type of clothing. Maybe he had "seen the light of the revolution" like so many others?
Anyway, I extended my hand for a handshake. "Nice to meet you. I'm Nikolai" I said in a completely different, more friendly tone. I would save the political discussions for later.

 

*I could see something deep inside his eyes, something that told me he was telling the truth, or what he believed was the truth, and I decided to accept it, for the time being, but I would certainly keep a very close eye on him*

'very well, I accept what you are saying, but so you know, I will keep a very close eye on you' I said to Vosk lowering my rifle.

*suddenly another figure appeared, a young 'man' with an old rifle, too big for him, trying to intimidate us. certainly he would not get very far with an attitude like that, he would be dead very soon, him, and the companions he said to have with him. after a tense standoff, he seemed to see reason and lower his rifle. this was starting to feel more populated than Polis!*

 

I shake the man's hand in return. "My name is Aleksandr. I apologise for my violent entry. We haven't met many friendly people so far, seems like you can't trust anyone nowadays." I signal for Dmitri and Nik to emerge from the shadows.

The three of us holster our rifles, and automatically feel at ease. Perhaps too comfortable in the metro, but we had to trust others, or our humanity is gone.

"You said you were from the University. We need to get there, and it seems like we could arrange a mutually beneficial agreement."

I waited their response nervously, no-one stands still in the metro for long, lest you wish for a nosalis to attack you.

 

When the second man walked in I jumped up from the floor and pulled out my revolver, this time I was ready. The man then began to explain himself and told us he was a revolutionary. "We've killed more nazis then he has in a lifetime." I though to myself. A small grin came across my face as I realised everyone else was holstering their weapons. Now holstering mine I sat back on the floor and let the three of them talk.