Roleplay part 9

Hello?

 

A lot happened very quickly. I realized Voskresshiy was actually Gena, who had apparently completely changed personality somehow. Was he just determined to suddenly be another person, or was he going mad? Little did I know. I was about to ask when suddenly a figure of a young man emerged from the shadows in the tunnel, eventually accompanied by two others after a little discussion with Nikolai. The situation was a little tense as weapons were aimed at each others, but it was quickly resolved as the weapons were lowered upon being asured that we all had good intentions. The young men were apparently headed towards University as well, requesting permission to go there.

I was about to say that we were also heading towards University when Joe decided to take the word. If I understood him correctly, he wanted them to pick something up for him in the Library of University, but he never said why nor what. I wanted to say something, but this time around I reconcidered and decided to allow anyone else to take care of the situation at hand. I stood still in the back, looking above everyone's heads, listening in.

 

The situation was being dealt. Joe had asked if we could pick up a book for him. "Of course we won't betray you. Us revolutionaries stay true to our words." I had checked my map of the metro. We were looking for a very old book, from the Sixties. Before any of us were born at all. I look at the tense situation. Despite the holstering of weapons, there was still a feeling of bitterness. Were these Rangers? "We have a stock of supplies. Take what you need. Unlike our hypocritical brothers in the Red Line, we Revolutionaries practice what we preach. We share what we have."

"If anyone needs a token of our promise take this." I hold out a small shiny metal flask, engraved in English; Single Blend . "Pre-nuclear blast whiskey. You can have this as leverage. Once we get your book, we swap. Deal?"

 

Sorry, I was going more for the I'm not going to question what you ask. More like, when we get there we'll worry about that. Now that you've whispered it to me...

"Dark and anti-matter location 3/4?" I whisper back, before chuckling to myself. "I hardly think the Moscow Metro is the best place for quantum physics." I ready myself before signalling to my comrades. I worry about the road ahead, but never the less I plough on. "Shall we?"

 

A deal had finally been struck between our group and the young revolutionary fighters. My mind twitched when the young boy alek denounced the Red communists. I felt a pain in my head followed by a streak of lost memories flash loudly in my mind, but quickly they disappeared and I was left clueless to their meaning. I shrugged it off instantly and followed the group through an intricately locked door.

At last I was once more able to grasp my weapons without fear of being shot by my own dear friend. Well... At least not instantly. Setting pace with the rest of the now largend group I fell beside Odessa who openly kept an eye on me for good reasons. For a minute or two I kept silent, trying to figure out what I could possible say to her to put her mind at ease. "Odessa... I know it's pretty hard to try and understand what's happening right now. Hell, I'm still trying to figure it out myself... Maybe I've just gone crazy and lost it. But it feels like my mind is trying to save and destroy itself at the same time. Like a mental breakdown from hell. Maybe it'll sort itself out with time... All I know right now is I can't stand to hear that name, Gena... It twists my heart every time I hear it. But like I said, perhaps time will help fix this... Infernal enigma..." I muttered in a somber tone.

 

Finally, we moved through a door that Joe unlocked for us. I was getting eager to get moving again. Now that we had left Polis, I wanted to actually get properly away from it for some reason. The feeling was strange; I wanted to be inside Polis, but at the same time I could not stand to be so close to it, knowing I would not be entering. "You are still our designated path-chooser, Joe", I told him.

So where are we getting now in the roleplay? Joe's base, or back to the tunnels?

 

After the rude interruption from the group of revolutionaries and "Gena," I got up and headed towards where Benjamin was heading, I headed through the door and down the hallway.

 

Apologies for not posting more often guys, I'm just quite busy at the mo with uni work

*we were moving at last. we went through the door to an elevator leading us god knew where when 'Gena' fell in step with me. I listened to him carefully and nodded*

'I know what you are saying, and I'll help you as much as I can, but forgive me if it takes some time for me to get used to the new you. I know some where inside your soul, you are still my old friend, it is just a matter of time and patience for your soul and mind to heal' I said looking at him

'well, at least Jet hasn't shown any hostitility towards you, so I guess that means you are ok, and I do trust her instincts. however, forgive me if still a part of me is mistrustful old friend' and as I said this to him we all got into the lift and towards Joe's base.

 

I'd entered the elevator, the dark nature of the metro no longer scaring me, yet I was still a little apprehensive. If you lost your nerve down here, well, you'd lose your life. The person by the name of Voskresshiy appeared to be pale and light-headed. Was he unwell? I gestured out towards him.

"Hey are you all right? You don't seem very good." I open my pockets and remove a small sliver of smoked pig meat in a small cast iron box, protecting the delicate food, the savoury smell emanating for the first time since it had been opened. "Do you want this? You look like you need it." I offer a empathetic smile in order to show my honest intentions.

 

I apologise for my absense, as i think we all know it's that time of the school-year again.
A lot of people had walked in on our meeting, "a lot" as in a lot for a supposedly secret service-tunnel. I didn't complain; I just did what I seem to always do in these situations, and most others of the same kind. I screwed my leg. Yeah.

Nevertheless, the comotion that I had listened to with one ear, literally, soon cleared, and now we had four more people with us, three revolutionaries of young age, and a confused, almost sick looking man which the group identified as a previous member of the group, "Gena", yet he now, as I previously noticed, called himself Voskresshiy. Joe, as I'd figured his name was, opened a door, and the group entered an elevator. I put my tools in my bag and my foot on the ground, and followed it. The group that is.
One of the revolutionaries mentioned Voskresshiy's "paleness", also offering what from a distance looked like a thin slice of grey sponge.
The paleness piqued my intherest, though, and I decided I'd keep my eye on at least that, if not the man in his entirety.

 

I'm going away for two weeks over the holidays so I may not be able to post, I shall see.

 

...What?

We all entered the elevator which seemingly was just about barely big enough for us all to fit. Joe hit some buttons and the elevator began moving. I was getting so impatient to go where we were supposed to go, that I was not even really sure where we were going anymore.

Joe is taking us to his base, right? You better begin explaining in the roleplay where we are heading, TheStalker

 

It felt very relieving to hear that Odessa was loosening up a bit. It had been hard to look into her eyes and see nothing but a hard and unfriendly stare. And just as Odessa had finished talking with me the young Alek approached me. He seemed concerned with my wellbeing despite only just meeting me, but I suppose the child was just trying to help, offering a slice of cooked pork for my tasting. I let out a chuckling grin as I saw the sealed container. I wasn't laughing at the boy rather the meat he was holding. It seemed funny to me that in a place and time like this with all the shit in my head and a dangerous mission here this boy was offering me a slice of meat for my troubles.

Slowly I gestured with my hand in a way that said "no thank you" and began to speak with the boy. "You remind me of a boy I once knew along time ago. He was about the same age as you. His name was Daode. His father was a very patriotic man and it spread to him at a very young age. Unfortunately for him his father was patriotic against a Soviet rule that was much larger than he, and the Reds didn't like it one bit. So one night his family got a visit from some very bad men who made people disappear at request. The man and his wife were shot dead right in their bed and now it was Daode's turn. But he was smart, he was ready. Quickly he grabbed a pistol from under his pillow and ran to his parents room with all his might. Storming in he aimed his pistol at the bad guys heads and turned the safety off. But he couldn't pull the trigger. No matter how much he wanted to, no matter how much he prepared himself, no matter how much he told himself his finger would not obey. he didn't have the strength to look into the mans eyes and pull the trigger. So, I shot him. Do you get what i'm saying? The ability to pull that trigger without hesitation is a must in this line of work. Perhaps you've already done so in your short time on this earth. Either way if your here that means your going to be doing a lot of it. And if you're not careful, it'll destroy you. Hmpf, ""just like you?"" you might say. No. I wish. But sadly no."

It wasn't until I had finished my odd and somber story that I realized we were already moving in an elevator. It straddled me for an instant. I hoped that through the story the boy would realize the horror he was committing himself to and the solely negative affects he would have to suffer through. If he was smart, he would turn around while he could.

 

I stood in shock after his story. Flabbergast, I couldn't reply for a while. My body was telling me to run, to go back to Hanza and live a safer life, hunting rats in the tunnel. Despite Voskresshiy's story I still couldn't back down. I had experience with the mutants before, going out to the surface I'd battled nosalises and watchers. Hell, I've taken out a sleeping Demon. But the test would come if I could kill a human. Whether I could kill a living human. To bring myself to kill them.

"I have no family left. Everyone I have cared for or loved is gone. I was born in the darkness, after the bombs fell. I don't know what it is like to be without radiation. My parents were killed by the Fascists. I had to fend for myself and my sister for the best part of 3 years. She's now gone, to a bigger station. The Revolutionaries saved me from a Fourth Reich outpost. I owe my life to them; Nik and Dmitri. They are all I have left." I gesture to my two comrades. I become saddened by the fact I don't feel like carrying on with the mission.

"We try to share what we have. Make the metro a better place. Last week we were giving out medical supplies to some of the poorer stations. Stupid really, we should be looking for ourselves..." I look disappointedly at the ground,realising our attempts to help other may well be our downfall. "But if I don't man up now, the metro will kill me. I have no-one to take care of me."

I tighten my bag and firmly implant my feet on the ground, to show I had heeded his warning but I could not give up now. There were relics inside the university that belonged to the people of the metro.

 

The young man seemed touched by Voskresshiy's tale. "An old book once told me 'The greatest way to achieve joy, is by sharing joy' ", I said. "No matter how grave the losses of helping others are, your subconciousness' inner joy and self-satisfaction will continuously grow by performing such deeds".

I was a man who helped the people of the metro, but I did so by ruining others' plans. By killing and slaying. And so, by those moves, my inner self was constantly varying. It was constantly unbalanced. It was constantly waging back and forth, from side to side. But I could live with it. For now, at least.