[x] Metro Mafia roleplay, Day 1

"Of course I am! We're trapped in an underground vault for the time being with a homicidal maniac! Do you think I want my next sleep to be my last? To have my head put up against the wall and shot to pieces by a bunch of equally paranoid mercs? I may have my misgivings with the lot of you, but I'd rather settle them over a game of poker than a knife fight. Can you really blame me?"

"And Vsevolod, are you really saying that a hired gun could afford masks, filters, medkits, and multiple AK mags, but not a piece of sharpened steel? We're surrounded by scrap, any one of us could have probably made the damn thing themselves in their spare time."

 

"Magpie, you saw that wound, don't be blind, our blades would never cut that clean. Peronally, I would spend most of my bullets to keep my AK in the best condition as possibly can. You are a stalker like me, the blade is last-last-last chance weapon at least. There is a killer lurking there, and we still fighting with each other."

 

I sat here, trying to organize things. Trying to make some damn order out of this anarchy, trying to get us working together, keep safe. Strength in numbers. And here they were, acting like I was the killer.

"The commander didn't tell me shit, or else you'd be hearing it right now. I'm not some "second in commend" or anything, I'm just trying to come up with ideas to keep us safe. I don't see anybody else stepping up to the plate, so if you've got a better idea as to how we should do this, then I'd love to hear it."
"And Vsevolod, don't act the action-hero part. I may not cower at the sight of a corpse, but it sure as hell isn't pleasant to see the corpse of someone you were talking to just a minute ago. Even you can't be that devoid of humanity to truly not be bothered... can you?"

 

"Da. I agree with Vodyanoy's reason in not acting affectionate toward the commander. He was a small acquaintance toward us for a job that needed to be done. We wouldn't have been hired for a job, like this, if we flinched in the face of Death." I said, twiddling my toothpick in my fingers. "But like they say, 'the criminal always returns to the scene of the crime.' And right now, all of us are here, and only one of us is the true culprit.”

I decided to let Vodynaoy off the hook, and throw him back into the murky water. He didn’t seem much like the killer type; though, like he said earlier, he’s the only one here stepping up to the plate –and right now, everybody want a piece of him. I went back to my original defense and voted, once again, for Rusalka. I always went with what my gut told me. It doesn’t matter now, though, as it seems Vodynaoy appears to be the one we’re going to cut loose and send him off into the destructive storm above. Good luck, Vodynaoy.