Roleplay part 9

Yeah, I'm not sure what Staker is talking about. Mayakovskaya is empty and you guys don't have to and shouldn't stay there. You guys can go to Polis easy with the directions I gave you. I don't think Stalker read the posts all the way through.

 

Hey Benji can i call you Benji were are we headed? i asked as every one walked off somewere save him hook hand the lady with the tiny muntant and sick looking guy."

 

Your story better be good. Sorry if my grammar and punctuation is bad I'm typing this on IPad

 

My urgent plies with Benji are interrupted when Odessa approaches from behind me and unlocks the briefcase. Seeing that the contents where still intact and accounted for relieved my stress. Seconds later she grabs a syringe and pokes me in the arm with it. I knew it was for the better but I dreaded it. The first injection brought me to deaths door and slowly dragged me back out as it cleansed through my body, with a sort of 'Search and Destroy' mentality, as the Americans called it.

And just as I had imagined the fresh troops of the Anti-venom's republic crashed hard into the remaining rebel viruses with a vengeance, and I sure as hell felt it. Immediately I rushed into the bathroom I had recently been alerted to with a limp and jerk, crashing into a toliet stall. I stuffed my face into the brim of the bowl as I emptied my stomach.

"Argh!... Why is it purple!, how does that even happe- bloouua!!, OH GOD! What is that!, don't I need that!..."

 

*I rested my tired body against a wall and managed to light up a smoke. slowly, I relaxed a bit, enough to put things into perspective. we needed to move soon, and Polis was our best chance. but to get there we needed to go to Belorusskaya first. I would have to use all the favours owed to me to get safe passage for all of us. once inside Polis' territory, all would be ok, and then we would be able to rest and decided were to go next, which mission to tackle, and whether we would stay together as a group or not. truth to be told, I had got used to the guys. I trusted them, and I would missed them if we were to split. and my life would become boring without all the excitment of weeks past!*

'right, guys, I believe the best thing to do would be go to Belorusskaya, and before you say anything, I know is Hanza territory, but I can get safe passage for all of us. no stoping there though, just enough time to get into a train and go straight to Polis, non-stop. any other alternatives?' I told the guys from my place on the wall.

 

To my surprise, Odessa hugged me. I looked at myself as a man that was good with people, usually, but at that time, I patted her on the back in a strange way, somewhat what you would call 'awkwardly'. She put something in my hand and nodded to me, and when she sat down, I opened my hand to have a look at it. It was a patch. It seemed like something she had from where she was previously settled, what she called the 'Zone'. It seemed to be in relation to Stalkers. I nodded gratefully to her before I carefully put it safely in my pocket for now. I would probably sew it onto my coat or my uniform after getting them cleaned in Polis.

The man who called himself Dimitri asked me where we were going, all of a sudden. Then Odessa answered him for me with her suggestion on where to go. Polis, indeed. Thinking about it, brought me back to the day when I chopped the officer's hand off for the second time. The man who had slayed a great friend of mine from childhood's days and slayed the love of my life, both of them right in front of me. As I was thinking about this, my blood would usually eventually begin to boil. But now, I was too tired and exhausted to be angry and hateful. But Polis was, to me, mainly a safeheaven with the greatest beds I had ever slept in. -In the Metro, that is.

"There you have it", I answered Dimitri after Odessa had stated her suggestion. "I agree with Odessa. What are your thoughts?", I asked generally to everyone.

 

"Polis eh? sounds good to me i have not seen my lady in weeks it will be good to see her again i said in answer while getting up and putting my helmet on. "

 

"To be honest I'm not sure. How can we even spend a second knowing the entire metro will soon die if we don't stop the sons of hitler?" After Joe's reply, I stared at him hard for a couple of seconds. What on earth was he talking about? I mulled the thought over in my head for a few more moments before replying "Ths sons of hitler? As in the Nazis? And why is the whole metro going to die? We have the toxin situation contained for the moment."

Joe had always struck me as a little odd, and this new development was just reinforcing that idea; not to mention making me a little nervous. I continued watching him, waiting for his reply.

 

I'm not sure why Stalker is calling them the Sons of Hitler. Hitler did not create the National Socialist Movement, he is not the founder of the Nazi Party. Just one of their most infamous leaders. Stalker's lastest posts are a very shitty multicolored event taken place across the Metro with people who are not in the group, something about going to get rooms in an empty station, and the sons of hitler. I'm not following any of Stalker's post. They seemed scrambled and rushed. Stalker, maybe you should just wait until we finish Polis. We have not finished Odessa's mission yet and it seems like you are trying to force the entire group into another story. Or at least that is what it seems like what with you going on with your story and the whole secret agent thing you seem to hav started.

I start the engine and ride out the eight hundred meters to Mayakovskaya. When I reach the platform I stop and wait, taking a few swigs from my canteen. 'Is anyone going to join me?' I ask myself.

 

I started on the RP a few days after you did, stalker. In that discussion (which was not really concluded, we just stopped talking about it), you were never exactly clear about what you or Joe meant was going on.

Anyone have any idea how long it has been since Roleplay pt6 when melkov joined? Seems like its been less than a week in ingame terms. It was while the group was on the surface.

"By the way, I hope you don't mind if I don't wish you a merry christmas." I stared at Joe for a few moments, my mouth slightly agape at his final words and his tone of voice. Where in the hell was this coming from? I hurriedly thought back over our previous interactions. We had joined the group right about the same time, up on the surface.

Had that only been a few days before? It seemed like a lifetime already, though so much had happened. So much loss, so much pain ... so much death. He had never seemed that hostile to me before. And the sons of hitler. Hadn't he mentioned something about them in relation to Sergei's home station? That still did not explain his reaction. Though Joe might have been suspecting what had happened to Steve. Steve, who appearantly had a stepson that he had raised as his own. The memories of his death, less than an hour old, were threatening to come back. "I had every right to do what I did. To kill him. He killed Lara." I told myself angrily, before I noticed that Joe was beginning to walk away.

"Hey, what the hell is that supposed to mean, Joe? I'd like to know if there is a friggin' muttant out there that the Nazis made." My voice was harsh, trying to stop him from moving just with its tone. Taking a more diplomatic tone, I told him "Why don't you tell us now? Its going to take awhile to walk back into the station anyways."

 

"I looked at the guy called joe and asked how do we know he is not just batshit crazy?"

 

As we walked further down the tunnel towards the next station I began to become more and more interested in Joe and Grigori's conversation, while only hearing a few words. I instantly became intrigued by the words 'Sons of Hitler' and mutants. I then realised that we were traveling and a small grin came across my face. "Hmm, can't wait to get home and see my family and friends." I told myself. I continued to walk down the tunnel towards the next station.

 

holy shit those are some nice grenades i said "

 

Ps: Edited to fit with Joe's edit and Gena's post

Just as a note, anything not in quotes is Melkov thinking things.

I followed behind Joe as he explained his earlier outburst. Well, that made sense, it would be hard to celebrate on a day with that kind of memories. Then, as we stepped back into the service room, a more accusatory and suspicious tone of voice leaked in as he mentioned Steve. I stopped in my tracks just inside the door as he continued talking, though the words were not quite reaching my ears. He was getting supsicious. Only Benjamin had been close enough to hear that part, at the end. At least, that was what I had thought. I lost a little of my perception of the room around me, swaying on my feet, as I thought back to that room, with Steve. So much blood had spilled out of him, and for what?

"For family." I told myself quietly as Joe walked over to Dmitri and pulled out some of the grenades from a inner pocket that he had been using up on the surface when I first met him. The buzz lifted out of my ears long enough for me to hear that they were supposed to be proof of his tale. 2 of them looked normal enough, though the 3rd was a little odd, with a mess of electronics coming off of it.

I looked around the room. Polina, Benjamin, Odessa, the new guy, Anton, Dmitri. (Hope I didnt miss anyone) Where was Gena? Then I heard vomiting coming from the bathroom. The antidote seemed to be working, at least. I shivered a little, and walked back out onto the platform. I sat down besides the door, with my back against the wall, and yawned. "I should probably go and round up my stuff, but that would require movement and this little patch of concrete is feeling rather nice for the moment" I thought slowly. I was trying to put the conversation wit Joe out of my mind when Gena walked out of the service room slowly and continued down the platform a ways before laying down. I watched him for awhile, wondering if he was alright, and then closed my eyes. "I'm not going to go to sleep, I'm just going to be resting my eyes" I told myself.