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Yuri Kiselev
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About Yuri Kiselev
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Stalker for Hire
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Age
26
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Occupation/Rank
Stalker / Mercenary
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Character Information
In the Fourth Reich, the categories you can fall under are plain and simple. Genetically perfect or genetically inferior. A believer or a corpse. When the bombs dropped and the people found refuge in the Moscow Metro, Yuri's family found themselves trapped within the walls of the Fourth Reich. Trapped might have been the wrong word, considering how easily they adjusted to their new lives.
Growing up was relatively easy for Yuri. She never went hungry and very rarely got sick. Her family was often used as an example of "model citizenship". Her father attaining a high ranking yet low risk position in the military, and her mother the ideal vision of Russian beauty. Although, while Yuri did not struggle, she was not blind to the atrocities condoned and committed by the Fourth Reich. Her friends would disappear now and then, under the pretenses of "improving their genetic superiority". Slowly the lustful spell of Russian Nationalism grew stale for Yuri. She had began to see the cracks in what she what she used to call home.
Her family was brainwashed, considering anything below the Reich's standard as subhuman, save her younger brother Aristov, who wanted more than to be a soldier. Often he would confide in Yuri, whispers of escape and a life outside the Reich. Yuri sought escape as well, but as a civilian her options were very few. As a woman, make that nonexistent. She would never have been allowed to leave the station by Reich officials. She took matters into her own hands, stealing supplies from her father's personal stash and braving into the tunnels until the flags changed colors.
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Possible Plots
- Hired to find something on the surface. Can be whatever/whoever.
- Hired to guide someone somewhere
- Romance
- Anything really
Recent Posts
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Yuri kept her gun trained down one end of the line, the side which would grant her peripheral vision of Elenya as she descended down the ladder. She could hardly hear anything besides on own ragged breaths echoing inside her mask. It was a long climb down, one that had begun to challenge even Yuri, who worked out often to survive her physically demanding trips to the surface. Again she thought of Elenya and how well she kept up with her. Even at a slow pace, it was a long walk here from where they Surfaced. In the corner of her eye she spotted Elenya enter her line of sight, barely illuminated by the edge of Yuri's flashlight. She seemed to be holding her own quite well, with very little hesitation between her movements. It was admittedly distracting, the way she climbed down, her back exposed towards Yuri. The bounce after each step. She could take her in as much as she wanted without being found out. Her eyes wandered from the rail of her gun and to Elenya's frame and back to her weapon. Although her gear left a lot to the imagination, Yuri had no issue filling in the blanks.
Elenya finally reached the ground, and noted her counter ceased to tick. A slight panic shot through Yuri's body as the straps that kept Elenya's gasmask fell loose and she sucked in the air around them. She froze up for a second, the released a breath of relief when she appeared to be okay. "What if it had just stopped working right then?" She shook her head then plucked her own mask off, unleashing a mess of pale blonde hair. She looped the straps of her mask around one of her backpacks straps and let it dangle there. Her flashlight pointed downwards with her gun, drowning them in a faint darkness, as she swept her fingers through her hair, trying to make it look half decent. She raised her gun again, pointing it to and fro before she spoke.
"I think they went this wa-", a faint rumble stole the words away. There was a change in the air, and Yuri adapted to it. Her stance changed, gun raised and knees bent. She held her breathe to listen better. The rumble persisted, and she had a feeling as to what was making it. Something bad. A lot of somethings. The troubling thing was figuring out whether or not it was coming their way. She removed one hand from the neck of her gun, trying hard to keep it balanced and aimed with one hand, and placed it against the gravel. She felt the dull roar of movement against her palm, and it grew more vicious as the seconds flew by. She sprung upwards and towards the opposite direction. "Come on." She tried not to seem concerned, keeping her jog steady as they moved down the line over the tracks. Didn't need anyone panicking. She angled her flashlight downwards a bit to be sure of her footing. The rumble of movement grew behind them, some screeching along with it. It was a fair distance away, barely audible against the heavy footfalls of their boots. Though Yuri knew that would change soon.
The line seemed to go on forever with no distinguishable markings to judge how far they gotten and no hope for refuge. The walls were smooth, looking at them gave her a headache. Barely any blemishes on them, seemingly untouched, the illusion of no progress made her anxious. Finally she spotted a doorway against the bare walls of this line that seemed to stretch forever. Yuri went in first, giving it a once over before Elenya came in. This also seemed untouched by the forces beyond time. A long hall way leading to another door. She pushed through the cobwebs and yanked at the handle. Her heart stuttered at the thought of it being locked. She pushed against it this time and miraculously it opened. It was a mostly empty room, electrical units embedded in the wall opposite of the door, a large electrical unit. Dust caked every bit of the room, even the corpse that lay in the corner. Mushrooms grew in place of it's face. She didn't recognize the uniform, until she spotted an armband with a three armed swastika. Must have been a while since this guy was alive. His clothes were sunken into his body, more skeleton than meat. Yuri couldn't tell if the body was forcibly stripped of it's mass or if his muscle simply rotted away.
"Looks like we'll have company for a while." She closed the door behind Elenya but that didn't feel sufficient. She eyed the large box of wiring and other things she didn't very much understand. "We should push this against the door." Even from here she could here the horde getting closer, their yelps and screeches reaching the room they were in. At least she could take a look at Elenya's face now, on the brighter side of things. Yuri absentmindedly swept her hair back while studying Elenya. Her neck and face seemed juxtaposed from the rest of her body, the heavy gear set adding at least to wretched layers of clothing to her figure. A slender neck and pretty face leading into a gender-less body of leather and cloth. "You might as well get comfortable." Yuri said, eyeing her clothes. "Don't know how long this pack will take to pass." If they happened to find them in here, it was an easy stronghold. The hallway was a choke hold, one way in one way out.
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Yuri simply shook her head at the man. She had no more words for him, and was sure that her departure would be a relief. What he said could have been true. A man named Ivan gave him Tatiana's necklace. Better yet his name must have been Ivan Dragonov, and he got it from some man named Alexander. It was so idiotic that it almost induced an involuntary laugh. She had the sneaking suspicion that this man was a pure snake, slime-slicked and all. A common occurrence in the new Moscow. It must have taken him a lot of effort to keep his slivered tongue from peaking through his teeth. She grabbed the necklace without breaking eye contact, then wordlessly walked away. Hopefully he'd pray that they'd never meet in some secluded area, and she would spend that night praying the opposite.
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The screening before entering Oberon was more thorough than Yuri remembered. Nonstop questions on intention and destination. Affiliations and passports. A thorough search through her belongings. She kept an eagle eye on the hands that rifled through her things. They inspected her weapons and took note of them on several occasions. Once they finally ushered her through she felt as if she had just been mugged. She walked with no real intention for a bit, looking through her things to see if everything was still there. Surprisingly it was, specifically a certain chrome beauty. A black flask, more silver than black with all the scratches that lined it's surface. She traced her thumb across a carving she must have made years ago. It read: headache water. Yuri shook it gently in her hand, feeling the liquids slosh within. Must have been more than half. Seconds after that revelation the cap was unscrewed and the flask was at her lips. Warmth ran down her throat and she could feel the sting all the way down to her stomach.
Oberon station was more congested than the lines Yuri had been taking the past couple days. The sense of solitude was inviting, and this somehow made her miss the surface, even with all it's man eating monsters and poisoned fumes. The air down here was barely any better. It was stale, and stunk of melancholia. She blew a tuft of pale blonde hair from her eyes, and scanned the crowds. She was actually taller than most of the people who shoved past each other, the men included. Tatiana was nowhere in sight, and she had no idea where to start looking. So she just began to walk in a direction. She tried to think of the girl, a plucky girl from a large family in the Reich, always scrounging for tinkering scraps and gears. Yuri never had an interest in such things, but it always brought a smile to her face to find the younger girl's face peppered with grease stains. Unfortunate that the Reich didn't allow woman to indulge in those sorts of interests. Yuri had no doubt that they missed out on an excellent engineer.
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"It is really any fun if there's no risk of radiation?" Yuri said with a smile in her voice. The sounds of a filter being exchanged with another made her stop moving for a moment. When she heard the next get screwed in she resumed. Where it would go with this Redline girl she didn't know, but she took things as the came. It was always nice to have a plan, but in cases like this Yuri was the type roll with the punches. She turned and looked at her again, like she had been this whole trip, and there was an urge, suddenly there and suddenly gone. A pulsating series of images flashing through her head: Elenya's face, the strap of a tank top hanging loosely to the side of a shoulder, a longing look accompanied by deep breaths. Maybe it had just been too long for Yuri. It certainly felt like it. She felt like she was staring. It must have only been a couple seconds but it felt like several sets of ten. She coughed and pretended to scan their bearings.
As they marched, the footsteps became harder to see, garbage and nondescript debris began to line the ground, scattered at first, then more condensed. She struggled to spot the next part of the trail through cans and pieces of trash. Her eyes strained to find any clue of previous movement, a can bent into the shape of someone's sole, cracked twigs, disturbed dust. Then she stopped all together. Ahead the garbage spread out again until it was back to ashen fields. Behind them was the same. Metal creaked under her weight, and she looked down. Underneath a layer of garbage was a sheet of metal, just barely visible. A faded red that faintly stuck out behind a blanket of grays and browns. Yuri took a slow step back, giving Elenya enough time to move if she happened to be behind her. With the tip of her boot she nudged around the garbage, until she found the lip of the metal sheet. Her foot retreated, and she shot Elenya a look, and flicked her head down towards where she found the sheet. A solitary finger came up to meet her gasmask's invisible lips. She grabbed at Elenya's gun, gently pointing it at the sheet, then crouched down for a better grip. Her fingers hooked under the panel, and slowly she lifted. Cans and leaves slid of the slab of metal with a light grind. It revealed a dark hole with no end in sight. She continued to life but stopped abruptly. She felt her heart race and nearly recoiled. The slight shimmer of light bouncing of fishing wire. A shiny line attached to the top of the slab and leading into the darkness, just out of view. She held it open with one hand, sliding it to the middle for better balance, and with the other she probed for something in the dark. Her fingers traced the fishing wire lightly, until it lead to it's opposite destination. Upon touching what it was attached to she stopped again, took her hand back and unsheathed the knife from it's home on her hip. She cut the wire and slid the knife back in it's holster. Again, she fished into the darkness, and with some effort detached something: A grenade, with a loose wire hanging from it's pin.
Yuri turned her head towards Elenya, and shook her head wordlessly while she handed her the grenade for the time being. Carefully, she lifted the slab the rest of the way and let it fall over on it's back, exposing the hole. It looked like some kind of manhole. Yuri flicked on the flashlight attached to her rifle and pointed the barrel into the darkness. Light poured over it's insides, illuminating a ladder that went down around forty feet. She could barely see the bottom. "Alright. I'll go first yeah? If you hear gunshots and I don't tell you I killed everyone, toss that thing down." She pointed to the grenade. "If it's fine to go down I'll bang the ladder three times. Wish me luck, Lenya." With that, she swung her rifle around so that the strap was on her chest and the gun hung on her back. The ladder looked less than appealing, but a quick weight test with one leg proved it wouldn't evaporate under the pressure. Or least that rung wouldn't. She could feel the rust through her gloves, and was positive that the ladder with have torn apart her bare hands. The metal groaned as she descended, which worried her more than a little bit. Her eyes stuck to the bare metal in front of her, denying to look down. Her boot reached for the next rung but it never came, empty space in it's place. Her footing fumbled and she made a noise she wasn't proud of. "Fuck. This", she whispered while clinging onto the ladder with both arms. Falling sounded... horrible. It would have been preferable to reach the ground and just get shot in the back of the head.
Just went she thought she couldn't take it anymore, and that the next rung would give way into an abyss, she was met with the comforting noise of boot on gravel. She struggled for moment to get her gun back into it's usual position, the strap not making it easy for her. It was dark, but her flashlight was bright enough to peer down each length of the line. She saw nothing and heard less. Yuri looked back and forth probably four times each before returning to the ladder and bashing against it with the butt of her rifle three times.
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There was a strange hesitation that corked the words in Yuri's throat. Why not just change her name? She thought for a moment, moving rhythmically towards their destination. The forest had begun clearing into something else, still ashen and barren, just less and less trees. If the group they were tracking decided to take a road they would be properly fucked. A lot harder to track someone on concrete. Ultimately, the Reich girl shrugged. "Because I'm Yuri." She was satisfied with her answer, and if further explanation was needed she couldn't provide any.
They passed by a car, burnt a crisp and consumed by time. There was a territorial war between rust and moss. It was hard to tell sometimes what things were before. Yes, this was a car, but what was it doing here. Was this a road before? A park? She found the old maps to be unreliable, pictures of a time that no longer existed. You could say that this Moscow was just a corpse, but Yuri would go even further than that. The corpse has rotted beyond recognition, and the meat that's left is gnawed on by the new scavengers of this world. It was only natural that things have moved around.
Yuri laughed, which sounded strange and labored through the filter of her gas mask, like a dog sniffing something out. "That was almost a compliment. No, I didn't have anything to worry about." She never found it attractive when people raved about their own beauty, nor when they were oblivious. She was aware of what she looked like, and was reminded of it everyday at the Fourth Reich. Model women, would someday make a great wife and mother. If it wasn't for her gas mask the thought would have induced a spit. The grip on her gun tightened, and leather of her gloved squealed against gunmetal. "You clearly have no defects either, Elenya." She shot her 'compliment' back at her, perhaps with more spice, an emphasis on her name.
"Romance, maybe not. But there's always time for other sorts of... intimacies. As for me, boys aren't it and men ruined our world," she tsked, and tilted her head quick, "so that leaves my options limited, not that the other choice wasn't my first anyway." Even while teasing around with Elenya, Yuri's eyes rarely left the horizon. They had gotten particularly lucky with the mutants. Save for the howl earlier, there was no sign of them. She tried to think logically. Blaming things on 'luck' was just an easy way of dispelling any event. More likely, the group they were following took this route on purpose, knowing there was little to no mutant life around. Maybe there was scarce food here. "This isn't intimate? Are you asking me or telling me?"
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The landscape around them was grey, ashed out fields of soot and trees that look like they've all been struck by lightning. It was as if someone nuked this place an extra time, just for good measure. There was serviceable cover, fallen trees and dips in the landscape, should they get ambushed. She listened to Elenya speak, hoping she wouldn't mistake Yuri's caution for indifference.
"Eleanor" Yuri was certain she butchered it. She said the name in chunks, as if more than one syllable would trip her up. "El-la-nor." Yuri never liked her name, it's masculinity. It sounded harsh and brief, like a slap in the face. She always suspected her father wanted a second boy, and this name served as a punishment for the audacity of being born with an extra X chromosome. "It's a lovely name. Fits well." She tried to gauge Elenya's reaction, leaning against a tree that splintered into nothing halfway up it's trunk. She tapped her pointer finger on the frame of her gun as it hung loosely in her hands. She had never really heard Elenya divulge something quite so personal, but it was a welcome change. Yuri was not unaware of her general callousness, but there was little to be done about it. It's what the world called for, and while it was an advantage she held over others, she resented it.
"Yuri. It's a stupid name. Means farmer, if you didn't know. Fucking stupid." One of her hands left the embrace of her gun and ran along the tree she was leaned up against. It's layers practically disappeared as she touched them, and her glove came back darker than the black it started as. It suddenly came to her that it had been a while since she talked like this to anyone. There was only a few people in the Reich she felt comfortable interacting with, primarily her brother, and to her knowledge they were still there. The rest of the people she talked to were all clients, all brief, all business.
Yuri didn't flinch at the mention of the Fourth Reich, but it left a bad taste in her mouth. "No. No that's not true." Yuri began to move again, hoisting herself from the tree and over a pit of boot print covered mud. "They wouldn't use the word execute. They'd say purge." It was kind of morbid joke, one that didn't even make Yuri laugh, and she questioned why she even said it. Maybe to alleviate the weight of the conversation even by a little bit. The pace was brisk, but no longer a jog. The footprints became even more shallow on the mud and grass, meaning they slowed down. "First it was defects, exactly as you said. But overtime it became strict. You'd disappear if you weren't tall enough or if you were balding too early or... well just about anything." She thought hard about how to steer the conversation somewhere else. It wasn't like she avoided the subject all the time, there was just something unpleasant about being on the surface AND talking about the unfortunate things that stained her name. She'd wait to see if Elenya had anything to say about it, then continue:
"I suppose that means I can ask you an unpleasant question now. Have you got a boyfriend back at the Redline?" She smiled mischievously under her gas mask.
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The cynical smile that had crept onto Yuri's face had now devolved into a scowl. She brought up the revolver to her forehead and brushed some stray blond locks from her eyes with it's barrel. Not exactly protocol gun safety but her patience was quickly running thin. "You mistake my generosity as a haggle." She thought for a moment. All four bullets in my hand. That's what the man had said. The thought of shooting him in his thieving hand more than amused Yuri, but she thought better of it. Be it up to her she'd do a lot worse, but she was tired and the recent trips to the surface must have softened her a bit.
"Is two extra bullets worth your life?" She rolled her eyes, but did not remove the gun from pointing in his general direction. She felt her trigger finger twitch slightly, and an urge to cut this interaction short brewed from her stomach. She caught herself and the line of thinking that commencing. A Fourth Reich line of thinking. Yuri let out a deep sigh and spun the barrel once more, empty it's contents on the table. "Four bullets." She stuffed the gun back into it's holster on her chest. "Now tell me where the girl is that you got it from." No way he would've been able to take this from anyone else in that family. "Can we make this next part easy? Where's the girl you got this from?"
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Yuri stared at the bullets in Elenya's open palm. Golden orange-tipped blessings. Just a few of those could have procured her an oh-so-needed silencer for her rifle. Not to mention, they packed a brass-knuckled punch if the situation called for it. More than a moment had passed since her offer, and Yuri was suddenly aware of the the hounding silence between them, rain against leather and metal serving as the only defense against the absence of sound. Yuri rolled her shoulders with a sigh, letting them hang a bit lower than usual. Her eyes shot to the footprints, etched shallowly into the dirt and already amassing their own tiny bodies of water. She took two long steps towards Elenya and grabbed her hand with both of her own. Slowly, she forced her hand closed, wrapping the bullets up with Elenya's own fingers. "Just a joke. Obviously. Let's keep going." Yuri had no urge to strip Elenya from the rest of her belongings. She was already paying more than enough for an escort job. She stood there for a beat, then released Elenya's hand from her grip. "We'll compromise. Just take the rest of my filter, there's more than enough in there, and I'll just..." She trailed off, rifling through her backpack as she spoke. She pulled out a filter with scratches lining it's rounded off edges. With a deep breath she unscrewed her own filter and tossed it at Elenya, then replaced it just as quickly as she took it off. "Let's keep going." She tested it, inhaling and exhaling a few times, her breathe visible against the cold atmosphere. With that she walked off backwards, maintaining a brief eye contact with the girl, before turning around entirely.
Yuri's father was a serious man. She can't recall if she ever heard him laugh. With a bemused smile under her gasmask, she tried to imagine what it would be like, but all that crossed her mind was images of bare-toothed wolves with a hoarse cackle leaking through their slightly gaped maws. For a moment she considered that she was just being dramatic, but snuffed out the thought immediately. No sympathy for Nazis. Ignorant misgivings on genetics and perfection aside, her father wasn't without his uses. He was the one who taught Yuri most of what kept her alive today. Well... not Yuri but her brother, she just happened to be in the room when the lessons took place, trying her best to look like she was reading a book when in reality she was just turning the same page back and forth. Now these engravings in mud and grass painted a picture. The hurried footfalls and mudslides told a story. No more than three people, but they were in a rush. If they crossed friendly lines before Yuri and Elenya could intercept it would all be for nothing.
Without saying so, Yuri picked up the pace and hoped Elenya would follow suit. A brisk walk became a jog, as she hurled herself over collapsed dead trees. She felt heavy with all her gear, and had to take account the extra momentum, nearly tipping over entirely when she decided to stop and check on Elenya. "I prefer to conserve our air, and talking expends a bit more of it but I gotta ask. What kind of name is Elenya? What does that even mean?" There the hint of a laugh in her voice, but she didn't mean it as a jab. Yuri had never head of it. "In the Reich if your name wasn't purely Russian in origin you were given a new one. Even some words weren't allowed because of their origin or dialect." The words practically came out on their own, more of an outspoken thought than a statement. Yuri had only asked because she felt overly formal. Yes, this was a business transaction, and those are best left impersonal. But it was rare to be hired more than once by the same person. People typically only climbed out the tunnels onto the surface if they really had to. Or if they were stupid. Otherwise they'd find another way to get where they wanted to be. This wasn't the first time she'd been hired by this peculiar Red.
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Yuri let out a deep sigh as her boots hit the railway beneath her, letting out light metallic clangs that reverbed throughout the walls of the tunnel. The crowds were light around this time. Just a few people walking briskly and hushed conversations carried out over dull footsteps. Yuri's last trip to the surface yielded very little. She had hung around a promising looking clock tower for around thirty minutes as a group of watchers dawdled around the collapsing spire. She couldn't spare the ammo, so she simply waited. They took their time migrating, and the clock tower did not wish to make up for lost time with anything remotely useful. So here so was, depositing what she had found for anything she could. Sellers were vultures anyway, they'd take practically anything. Although she didn't expect much in return.
Yuri interlaced the straps on the gas mask through one of her belt loops and clicked the buckles into place. It hung there, smacking against her thigh as she approached one of the vendors. It looked as though he sold items of luxury. Yuri never had an interest in those things unless she found them on the surface. Some people paid well for jewels, but they were tough to offload once you had them. Most people were interested in bullets, weapons, and artifacts. Yet something caught her eye. A necklace laced with memories she thought she had forgotten. A girl younger than her, a family as interlaced in the Fourth Reich as hers was. For a second she hesitated and second guessed herself, then wondered if the man noticed her inspecting the necklace. Her eyes darted to the other pieces of jewelry scattered around, feigning interest, then landed once again on the necklace. No, she was sure it belonged to the girl. She'd never sell it, so someone got it off a corpse or stole it. Neither thought relaxed her.
Yuri smirked, meeting the man's eyes. "I'll make you an offer for that necklace." She pulled out a revolver from her waistband and flicked the cylinder open. There was four bullets in it, rotating slowly. With gloved fingers she plucked two out and placed them on the table, and flicked it shut once more. "Two bullets for the necklace." She didn't wait for his answer before speaking again. "Now take a second to really consider my offer." Her thumb tapped lightly on the revolver's hammer. "Either you take the two bullets on the table, or you take the two bullets in the gun." Usually she didn't go around threatening people. Usually. But this was a special case. Plus, she figured she had enough sway to talk her way out of it if someone interjected, which would be unlikely. Truly, she only offered the two bullets on the table because she didn't like the thought of stealing. There were easier ways than a display of force to get what you wanted. Yuri tapped the table with her barrel as she waited for an answer.
@Morrigan
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Yuri wiped some nondescript grime from the visor on her gas mask, accomplishing nothing but the further spread of greens and reds. Annoyed, she eyed the new streaks that brought her vision to the immediate foreground. She looked up towards a grey sky, letting the faint drizzle coat the glass with water droplets. Once again her glove slid across the visor. That seemed to do the trick. She huffed and crept forward through mud and sticker bushes. It was warmer the last time she was up here, this time a chill cut through her jacket. Another difference from the last time: Yuri had company. "Did you bring enough air? If not I could give you some, but that would cost you extra." Elenya, a Redline girl. Redline girl. Not entirely true. From the fragments Elenya cared to share, calling her a servant to the Redline was a bit of an oversimplification of not outright stupid. She had never expressly shared a distaste, which was smart, but she also lacked the certain sensationalism those Commie bastards had when talking about their underground motherland. Yuri's disgust with her own "homeland" was no secret, so perhaps she could relate. Usually their interactions were purely business and kept brief, but enough vodka would make just about anyone air-out, Yuri included. Some conversations were had and maybe more. Yuri didn't remember or pretended not to.
Elenya was pale with hair darker than black. Come winter, she would have no trouble blending in with the snow and dead leaves. Her hair was short, and it seemed to be the same length each time Yuri saw her. She must have made it a point to keep it that way. Tactical. Long hair meant an easy snag if someone -- or something -- wanted to grab at you. Yuri could appreciate the logic, but couldn't muster up the grit to chop off her own blonde locks. A bun would do. A rare sentiment from the Reich-raised girl. She made it a point to not get too attached to things. It was one of the first lessons taught by the calloused hands of the Fourth Reich. She glanced over her shoulder to take a peek at Elenya. She kept up well, better than most men, only a few feet behind yet not close enough to start stumbling over each other. When hired as an escort, more often than not Yuri feel more like a babysitter than a guide. Most trailed behind and slowed the pace. You never wanted to stick around one place for more than a couple breaths, and in this world a couple breaths could mean your life.
Her hand naturally found itself back on the neck of her rifle as a howl came from the east. Far enough to not mention, close enough to extend the strides between Yuri's steps. They weren't far from where Elenya pointed on her map. Reich controlled, and so Yuri was hired to lead the way. The rain had begun to fall a bit heavier as Yuri began to maneuver her way over a rather steep incline. More of a hill really. Her boot slid in the mud until it caught on a rock, leaving Yuri's legs in an awkward stretched shape -- one far ahead of the other. She bounded and readjusted, letting her gun hang from the strap and slap against her chest while she used her hands. Once at the apex she looked back, extending a hand to Elenya to pull her up. Yuri stared at her gas mask and strained to see her face through the scratched up glass. Yuri enjoyed looking at pretty things, and it had been a while since she'd last seen one. It was a commodity in the metro, and practically nonexistent on the surface. Her's was a world of bullets and dirt. Might as well simmer in the brief lights she found.
Once Elenya was up Yuri looked over the small perch they sat on. It dipped steeply back into a small crater of dirt and caked ash. The torn up corpse of a helicopter in the ditch, surrounded by jagged cuts into the dirt. Some of the rotors were gone, the others sticking out of the dirt like makeshift gravestones. Yuri scanned around them and looked at Elenya. "This must be it, yeah?" She slid down the mud hill and stopped herself short of the bird. The hatch was already off the hinges and probably stuck in a building or lake. She climbed in, the rain conducting a percussion against the metallic hull above her. In here she became very aware of how loud her breath came through the canister of her gas mask. She caught her breath in an attempt to save a bit more air. The muzzle of her gun moved with her eyes. There wasn't much space in the helicopter, so not much to look at either. Empty bullet casings on the ground. A couple of dead watchers. Not long dead. If there was something here, it was taken not so long ago. Yuri climbed back out, shaking her head. "Looks like it was raided just before we got here. I can track them if you want but we'd have to hurry. Rain might cover up their tracks or they might get too far for the trouble." As she spoke she surveyed the dirt below them. She had noticed the footsteps of someone other than them before, but now she could see a clear direction.
@Juli
Topics I Participated In
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The Necklace
Started by Morrigan ·
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.
@Ace
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The Chase
Started by Yuri Kiselev ·
Yuri wiped some nondescript grime from the visor on her gas mask, accomplishing nothing but the further spread of greens and reds. Annoyed, she eyed the new streaks that brought her vision to the immediate foreground. She looked up towards a grey sky, letting the faint drizzle coat the glass with water droplets. Once again her glove slid across the visor. That seemed to do the trick. She huffed and crept forward through mud and sticker bushes. It was warmer the last time she was up here, this time a chill cut through her jacket. Another difference from the last time: Yuri had company. "Did you bring enough air? If not I could give you some, but that would cost you extra." Elenya, a Redline girl. Redline girl. Not entirely true. From the fragments Elenya cared to share, calling her a servant to the Redline was a bit of an oversimplification of not outright stupid. She had never expressly shared a distaste, which was smart, but she also lacked the certain sensationalism those Commie bastards had when talking about their underground motherland. Yuri's disgust with her own "homeland" was no secret, so perhaps she could relate. Usually their interactions were purely business and kept brief, but enough vodka would make just about anyone air-out, Yuri included. Some conversations were had and maybe more. Yuri didn't remember or pretended not to.
Elenya was pale with hair darker than black. Come winter, she would have no trouble blending in with the snow and dead leaves. Her hair was short, and it seemed to be the same length each time Yuri saw her. She must have made it a point to keep it that way. Tactical. Long hair meant an easy snag if someone -- or something -- wanted to grab at you. Yuri could appreciate the logic, but couldn't muster up the grit to chop off her own blonde locks. A bun would do. A rare sentiment from the Reich-raised girl. She made it a point to not get too attached to things. It was one of the first lessons taught by the calloused hands of the Fourth Reich. She glanced over her shoulder to take a peek at Elenya. She kept up well, better than most men, only a few feet behind yet not close enough to start stumbling over each other. When hired as an escort, more often than not Yuri feel more like a babysitter than a guide. Most trailed behind and slowed the pace. You never wanted to stick around one place for more than a couple breaths, and in this world a couple breaths could mean your life.
Her hand naturally found itself back on the neck of her rifle as a howl came from the east. Far enough to not mention, close enough to extend the strides between Yuri's steps. They weren't far from where Elenya pointed on her map. Reich controlled, and so Yuri was hired to lead the way. The rain had begun to fall a bit heavier as Yuri began to maneuver her way over a rather steep incline. More of a hill really. Her boot slid in the mud until it caught on a rock, leaving Yuri's legs in an awkward stretched shape -- one far ahead of the other. She bounded and readjusted, letting her gun hang from the strap and slap against her chest while she used her hands. Once at the apex she looked back, extending a hand to Elenya to pull her up. Yuri stared at her gas mask and strained to see her face through the scratched up glass. Yuri enjoyed looking at pretty things, and it had been a while since she'd last seen one. It was a commodity in the metro, and practically nonexistent on the surface. Her's was a world of bullets and dirt. Might as well simmer in the brief lights she found.
Once Elenya was up Yuri looked over the small perch they sat on. It dipped steeply back into a small crater of dirt and caked ash. The torn up corpse of a helicopter in the ditch, surrounded by jagged cuts into the dirt. Some of the rotors were gone, the others sticking out of the dirt like makeshift gravestones. Yuri scanned around them and looked at Elenya. "This must be it, yeah?" She slid down the mud hill and stopped herself short of the bird. The hatch was already off the hinges and probably stuck in a building or lake. She climbed in, the rain conducting a percussion against the metallic hull above her. In here she became very aware of how loud her breath came through the canister of her gas mask. She caught her breath in an attempt to save a bit more air. The muzzle of her gun moved with her eyes. There wasn't much space in the helicopter, so not much to look at either. Empty bullet casings on the ground. A couple of dead watchers. Not long dead. If there was something here, it was taken not so long ago. Yuri climbed back out, shaking her head. "Looks like it was raided just before we got here. I can track them if you want but we'd have to hurry. Rain might cover up their tracks or they might get too far for the trouble." As she spoke she surveyed the dirt below them. She had noticed the footsteps of someone other than them before, but now she could see a clear direction.
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