Richie was beat to hell and as things calmed he got settled in the corner that Kae and he had chosen to sit down in his injuries slowly swelled and became more prominent, the bruising apparent.
He eventually settled his head onto his pack, sitting behind Kae as he fell asleep to start the healing process that was bound to take weeks though none of them knew what they had in store for them.
Eventually Tonka would get a reprieve from the children as Violet took over, though it was hours after they had left and long after Violet had went through the train to check on the passengers that should and shouldn't be there.
That's when she would see her brother. "Richie? Are you okay?" she said stepping in recognizing her brother despite his swollen appearance.
There was a tension in the air at Polis that was thick enough that it felt like you could cut through it with a knife. Everyone knew the train was expected to leave the station that day. Those that were approved to be on it were packed and ready to go, while others that wished to go but were denied were preparing in other means. You could see in the eyes of the people the anticipation of what was to come.
Those that were chosen filled the train as much as Violet and Red believed they could handle on the long and arduous journey and those they felt could help them, those they believed they could actually help their futures if there was something out there.
Though, they could have been equally dooming it.
The chosen boarded the train and got settled with their meager amounts of belongings before the rush would happen and the rangers and soldiers that had decided to come with, were having to protect the entrances to the train.
It was like a ripple in the crowd as the last few were starting to board, there was a surge of disgruntled Polis citizens that wanted to strike out and try as well.
This event is a GMed event. I will wait one day before adding on the next parts that happen which gives you 24 hours to respond how your character reacts in this situation (whether they are leaving, staying or one of the people trying to get onto the train that was denied).
I will react and provide story or difficulties for anyone that is involved.
Once Richie left, he was steaming mad but he had to get back to work. While he appreciated what Kae and Alice were trying to do he knew that his brother would always be too thick to listen to him. It was pointless.
It was Seth's way or else no one's way.
Of course he was the only one that could see it that way because it wasn't Seth's way.
He was still fuming as he was patrolling and nearly ran over one of his colleagues in his fuming state. "Excuse me," he said as he was about to step aside but looked to the side. "Tatiana?" he asked using their code names as he wasn't sure if she was going by her real name yet, not like him.
"Hey Sergei," she said giving him a meek smile as she brushed her hair over her ear and straightened up a little to look more presentable to her brother.
"Ilia this is the other brother I told you about."
"Ah, shit. More refugees."
Ilia was following up behind his three comrades, but the loud observation echoed off the tunnel walls. He turned his attention fully ahead to see the passage forward clogged tight, save for the narrow pathway fenced off for Spartans to move in and out easily.
"What's happened now?" Another asked.
Dima and Sacha looked back towards him.
"I haven't heard anything," Ilia gave a shrug as he shifted his rifle to cradle it easily across the front of his shoulder, rather than on his back. The rest had all done the same. No one wanted to resort to violence, but every so often an unexpected rush of refugees led to tense situations at the gates. This crowd didn't seem particularly tense, but all the same they prepared for the worst.
They were cutting along the narrow path at a brisk pace when something paused Ilia. He thought he'd recognized a voice, and as he skimmed the crowd a familiar face caught his attention. Ilia hailed down the other three, warning him that he was breaking off before he hoped the chain and waded into the crowd toward Tonka Redford, "What are you doing here?" he asked with a frown.
Violet sat at the table for what felt like hours. She was on her second cigarette and tapping her jagged fingernails on the metal table. She knew this was an inconvenience but couldn’t they make their decision any faster?
Blowing out a huff of another breath of smoke she heard more boots pass the door as her nails tapped against the metal in a rhythm with the feet. She glanced toward the door, finally getting up to pace.
When the door did finally open it was a familiar face. “Finally someone I do know,” she said looking to Dagonet as she snubbed out her depleted cigarette.
For someone so terrified of violence, Patience always found herself most comfortable around violent instruments.
She didn't have her own place in Oberon. She was apprenticed to a gunsmith, an older man named Yaroslav. She didn't know much about him. He was really nice and didn't ask her uncomfortable questions. She liked working for him.
As much as she could like anything.
As usual, Paz was far too bundled up for environment, covering her shame with long, baggy clothes and wearing a skull cap that kept most of her hair out of the way of her work. A revolver sat in front of her, converted to a carbine. It wasn't loaded, but a part of Patience wished it was.
It was mostly done. Just needed some wooden furniture, but she could scavenge something off the out-of-service kalashes. For now, she'd move onto something else. Her attention turned to a near-finished Helsing with a defective feed system. Annoying. She didn't make flawed work, especially not in a place as dangerous as the Metro. She took the compressed-air gun, checking the air pump and examining the cylinders with an exasperated sigh.
Tonka had been trying to fix the generator for days while they waited for the woman Charlotte to come over from Polis. At least that's what her dad said. She was covered in grease with a black streak across her cheek and forehead when she heard someone come in the room. "I don't need anything to eat or drink. Leave me alone Seth," she said as she moved in closer to the thing.
When she finally glanced over her shoulder to see a cute boy she turned a dark red color. "I... I thought you were my brother," she admitted. "Who are you?" she asked him with her hands still deep in the generator.
Unfortunately for Red he didn't find the culprit that stole Tonka's necklace before he left Overon and moved on down the line. The man thought he was rather sneaky but didn't realize that the necklace was not only a symbol of Oberon but one that a few others would recognize.
The silhouetted wolf with the star was something Tonka had had and worn throughout her entire childhood in the Reich. It was a dangerous item to have let alone one to try to sell for bullets. The man wasn't aware of such dangers as he had his wares out at a station near Oberon. He saw the blonde girl walk up and he was more looking to see what he could steal from her and less of what she could buy from him.
Alice was still dwindling as she lay there with Tonka stroking her hair telling her stories about her brothers.
It would be a whirlwind as Seth arrived at the gates with the Prussian blue and other medical supplies that Violet had weighted down her pack with. He was held at the gate to be sure that he was not bringing anything extra in as the medication was whisked away.
Once she was released from the infirmary Tonka began to connect more with her father. It felt good to her. She didn't remember him particularly well because she was so young but the things she did remember made her feel good to be around him.
So, to keep herself occupied and to not get mugged again she went to visit him instead of the market every day. On this particular day, when he escorted her back to her quarters Richie was waiting and he was packed with his stuff to leave. He glanced to Red and tightened his jaw. "Tatonka we need to talk," he glanced to Red again. "Alone," he said as he wrung his hands together.