Pyotr Streznokov

• Character Information

  Pyotr is a man with very little interest in any individual station he prefers to hear the stories and adventures of those that travel the tunnels and above.

  he prefers to travel alone but can be seen moving with a group from time to time depending on his destination he can also be recognized by the old red hurricane lantern hanging from his hip,

• Possible Plots

  anything that has him getting involved in anything he can turn into a story

Recent Posts

1. 

   Refuel, Recharge, Relax [Open]

   June 24

   "I'm sure we will do be safe" he says waving them off
   @Dragon
    @TrustyasHeck
   
2. 

   Refuel, Recharge, Relax [Open]

   June 20

   "Ah I should let you two be on your way do come by if you have anything interesting to sell or want to buy"
   
   
   @TrustyasHeck @Dragon
   
3. 

   Refuel, Recharge, Relax [Open]

   June 14

   "Hmm I see and would your friend like to buy anything before you two head out on your adventures as Nikita here already knows I have many things to sell but only to the right buyers"
   @TrustyasHeck@Dragon
   
4. 

   Refuel, Recharge, Relax [Open]

   June 12

   He Laughs and slips a large heavy revolver from under his coat and sets it on the ground
   
   "This is my lucky charm as long as I have ammo for this Ill be fine had to save up a loooong time to get this beauty restored chamber in four ten shells and forty-two usually discourages anything when they see that their companion now has a large hole in them"
   @TrustyasHeck @Dragon
   
5. 

   Refuel, Recharge, Relax [Open]

   June 12

   Pyotr smiled and finished off his tea aswell and put the kettle away into his bag
   
   "I appreciate it and I hope you and whoever else you want to join you has a grand adventure and you find whatever your looking for aswell remember to be safe and dont go making any rash decisions that will get you killed cant be losing a customer as interesting as you"
   @TrustyasHeck
   
6. 

   Refuel, Recharge, Relax [Open]

   June 12

   "Yeah who knows crazier shit has happened... but enough about that no more morbid talk for now just enjoy the moment relax and drink your tea plenty of time for all that other shit later"
   @TrustyasHeck 
   
7. 

   Refuel, Recharge, Relax [Open]

   June 12

   "Ah you know do what a trader does best search for things to sell potentially die for it who knows one day ya might run into my corps if you ever find someone else with my lantern please kill them immediately more than likely that asshole killed me"
   
   he ate some of the bacon and just looked at the egg as he spoke
   @TrustyasHeck
   
8. 

   Refuel, Recharge, Relax [Open]

   June 12

   He came back about ten minutes later with his egg and a slice of bacon
   
   "god I missed meat and thank you for watching my stuff so were are you going after this any adventures"
   @TrustyasHeck
   
9. 

   Refuel, Recharge, Relax [Open]

   June 12

   He smiled and pat her shoulder as he walked off to get his food living his stuff there 
   
   "your definitely one of the good ones" 
   
   @TrustyasHeck
   
10. 

    Refuel, Recharge, Relax [Open]

    June 12

    "Bacon and an egg definitely sounds nice and I agree been a long while since I last shared a cup of tea with someone most of who I run into in the tunnels nowadays are bandits or soldiers thinking I'm some kind of spy and the watchers on the surface definitely aren't creatures capable of a nice chat would you like me to grab you an egg and some bacon aswell"
    
    He stands up streching his entire body cracking as he does so.
    
    @TrustyasHeck
    

Topics I Participated In

1. 

   Refuel, Recharge, Relax [Open]

   Started by Nikita Fischer · June 10

   The worst thing about being a Stalker was the way she never quite got used to her feet aching.
   Sure, she could ignore the way she never quite felt like she could catch her breath when she was topside - there were obviously long moments where she didn't feel fatigued or pressured or anxious or filled with adrenaline, but after the fact, regardless of whether she had actually been out of breath, she felt like she just couldn't catch her breath or get a break. She could ignore the long travel times; she was now used to the distances some would call unbearable, though it was much easier now compared to when she first started working as a stalker. However, the biggest trouble for her (all things considered) was the way that, by the time she reached her destination, her feet would start aching, her energy would flag, and she would just want to be home. It was a strange sensation, as that she didn't really know what that felt like anymore. Just a fuzzy recollection of warmth and welcome from when she was a child. 
   Now, though, as she came back into Polis territory (not her home station of Alexandrovsky Sad of course, she might get recognized there despite being older now, with some new scars; she'd headed for Arbatskaya instead), she just wanted to find a place to sleep and feel safe again. Not that it was guaranteed even here. As a Shudra, should anyone have to check her caste, while not necessarily treated poorly, especially with her medical/stalker experience which often got her a good amount of money if she brought books back for the Brahmin, she wasn't exactly the type that would class as a VIP.
   Regardless, she pushed herself despite those aching feet to the market to drop off some books for the Brahmin and to sell her more minor goods (outside of whatever portion she was keeping for herself), and buy some more of the essentials - like gas mask filters, ammunition, food, you name it.
   Maybe she should go hunting sometime, see if she could bring back a few live rabbits. She was sure people would go ballistic over the quick to breed and mature food source after they'd bred them enough to get a stable population for regulated slaughtering... the fur would be nice too... and how long had it been since anyone had had anything besides mushrooms, a few limp vegetables that had adapted poorly to low sunlight conditions, and chicken or pork?
   She sighed as she sat down, her gear between her legs in the middle of the market on a convenient bench. She still looked every bit a stalker and a medic - with her medic symbol plastered on her large bag between her knees, and patched on her sleeves - and her gas mask hanging around her neck atop her shemagh, with the parts of her face the mask covered cleaner than the rest of her exposed skin. Her tired expression was part and parcel, even as she took off her boots one at a time to rub her feet and roll her ankles to try and reduce the lactic acid built up in her muscles over the couple of days she'd been travelling.
   
2. 

   A trader with stories to tell.

   Started by Pyotr Streznokov · July 6, 2022

   Pyotr had just walked into a bar he had heard much about from the stories some of the workers and other traders had told him.
   he was looking forward to meeting the owner and hearing the stories she probably has stock pilled 
   

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