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  2. "Wouldn't be much of one if I took the daily route would it?" she smirked back. @Morrigan
  3. Damian smirked over to her. “It is,” he agreed, taking a sip from his drink. @Dragon
  4. “We can’t find Chewick,” he said. The man butchering his partners name. @Dragon @AnOriginalAccountNam
  5. "What is it?" Dagonet stood and turned to face the man who poked his head through the door - honestly he was grateful for the distraction at this point. It would give him time to step back and consider everything he'd just heard @Morrigan @AnOriginalAccountNam
  6. "It's a date, isn't it?" @Morrigan
  7. "I think that means more special occasion." @Dragon
  8. "I usually eat in the Ranger mess hall if that's what you mean." @Morrigan
  9. "So is this your daily route?" Damian asked her. "Or just special for me?" he queried her, the sting of the bite still on his lips. @Dragon
  10. The woman monologued and monologued and monologued. It was certainly something a pretentious know-it-all would do. However, fortunate for her she stopped threatening Dagonet's partner. It would be the commotion outside that would grab either of their attention. "Sir...." the man said knocking on the door. @Dragon @AnOriginalAccountNam
  11. "How about I go get him cause you obviously ain't goin' anywhere little girl," Joe said to Zaya. "Where's he at again?" she asked taking a swig of the vodka. @AnOriginalAccountNam
  12. Xander's eyes went to where she indicated as he indicated to her to lower her voice as he followed her toward the door. He made sure she was looking. "I need you to do it quietly," he said to her. The noise would not only attract the guards but the nosali as well and while the guards they could probably handle together if they got the jump on them, the nosali were a completely different story. @HalesTheComet
  13. Despite promising her boyfriend she would (mostly) only take jobs within the Hanza lines, the payment for this particular courier expedition had been too much to pass up. As they were still saving money to pay their way to Polis, Kae had decided that in this instnance it was better to ask forgiveness than permission. Besides, Sergei had left out with a trade caravan earlier the same morning the job had come available. Kae had been certain she could make it there and back before he returned. The extra bullets would surely ease his ire. At least, that had been the plan. Kae, of all people, should have known nothing ever really went according to plan in the Metro. In the end the delivery went well enough. She had her pay. The problem was how close she was cutting it. If Sergei had returned early she'd be walking straight into a confrontation. Kae could just imagine him pacing around their tiny quarters working himself up over her absence - that was just what he did when he was worried about her. So she was trotting along the dim tunnel, shining her torch ahead to illuminate her path even though she knew it made her more of a target for bandits and other derelict sorts. Kae just told herself she'd be back to well trafficked lines in a matter of kilometers, and it would at leat temporarily blind any mutant she might blunder upon. Right then she felt it more important to make sure she squeezed back into the Hanza lines either before her boyfriend returned, or before he had time to worry himself over her absence. Should have left him a note, Kae griped to herself as she trotted along. Suddenly her light swept over a human figure ahead. Kae came to an abrupt halt, skidding a bit in the dust as she shone her light on the figure and squinted for a better look. She straightened a bit when she realized it was another young woman. "What are you doing out here?" Kae asked, cocking her head a bit to the side as she took in the other young woman's garb - she didn't look like she was accustomed to crawling about the tunnels like Kae herself was. @Hellraiser
  14. ( OPEN THREAD ) Kiska had put enough distance between herself and Tverskaya, she was sure, but not nearly enough distance between herself and the Reich. She wasn't sure such distance was an attainable phenomena. To feel safe, she needed to be as far away as possible. Travelling along the Metro line alone, especially as a woman, wasn't exactly a cake walk - but walking alone, blind was a difficulty level she wasn't exactly prepared for. Each screech or flow of wind caused her to hug a wall, hoping the darkness would shield her from whatever creature lay before her. Usually, it was nothing. Oberon had turned her away, and she was back in the tunnel traveling along the edge of the station. I shouldn't be out here. I shouldn't. But there were no other options, nothing viable. She couldn't hide her disability anymore, only to the untrained eye or to strangers. But, once someone who knew her approached and she couldn't recognize them, they'd know something was wrong. The thoughts crossed her mind as she walked slowly along the tunnel, only to stop abruptly at the sound of footsteps. As per usual, she huddled toward a wall, but felt the brightness of a light along her body and opened her eyes to see a flashlight's beam. A hand rose to cover her eyes as she spoke up, hoping the person wielding the light wasn't wielding something else. "I don't have anything." Truthfully, she'd never spent much time in the tunnels beyond her station. Her knowledge of them was mostly propaganda and scary tales, and as such, she was expecting any form of nefarious creature or bandit or the like. It was best to assume the worst of people, she knew, because then you were never surprised.
  15. @Morrigan "I...need to get home..." Zaya mumbled, trying for the door again before losing her footing once more, collapsing in front of the door, seeing the world spin and a splitting pain shoot through her head, both making her hack up again, though nothing came out this time. The feeling, while intense, was short lived; once it subsided slightly, Zaya sat up, her breathing slightly labored from the pain of the hangover. "...I...My brother needs to know." She said to Joe. "About...Belikov..." She said a second later. She hadn't told him too much....maybe that was for the best. Though she knew the sicko's death left her without a job, and even in Polis use still needed one for a home, for a life.
  16. "Would you take me in? I'd pay for the guide service," Derek half smiled as he offered, "we're still a good ways off from the station I had decided to head for, and there's a lot of threat from bandits and mutants between us and there." @HalesTheComet
  17. It seemed they were pretty like-minded. She nodded, taking a bite of jerky now and gnawing herself off a bit. Home was calling, and she was eager to return. Though, home was also lonely. It was the one thing that wouldn't change when she returned. But as she sat there with him she relished the feeling of not being alone. "That all sounds like a pretty good plan. Luckily for you, I know where an access point is."
  18. "Well, I was planning to start angling back home sometime today," he answered, "but I was forced off course before the storm rolled in. Was hoping I could find access to one of Hanza's station, sell off what I have and maybe hitch a rail car back to Polis." @HalesTheComet
  19. "Home now. I've gathered enough of what I need." She patted her bag, the faint sound of metal objects clinking together able to be heard. She had gone and scavenged for as many gun parts as she could carry, as well as scrap metal for forging her own items. Taking another bite into the potato, she looked at him. "How much longer do you plan on staying out here?" @Dragon
  20. "It's a shame salt is getting so difficult to find on the surface anymore," Derek nodded, "it'd perk up a lot of dishes." He glanced toward the door as it rattled a bit, soon determining it was only the wind. Outside their shelter the storm was really beginning to howl. It almost seemed to shake the walls, but fortunately the structure seemed to be holding up just fine. "So where are you headed to?" he asked conversationally, just in case this turned out to be one of the long storms. @Morrigan
  21. "If only we had the luxury." She sighed and nodded, the thought of his god mother's home cooking making her mouth water. Accepting the potato, she took a bite into it. It wasn't great, but it was enough. Besides, there was no room for complaining in situations like theirs. Getting more comfortable, she eased her back against the wall. "Even some salt would be fine." Sera chuckled and gave a little shake of her head. Now she couldn't stop thinking about steaming hot potatoes. @Dragon
  22. Derek thanked her as he took the strip she passed to him. He started to gnaw on it while he shrugged his pack off and rummaged, "These would actually be pretty damn good if we could risk a fire in here," he said as he pulled them out, "my god mother is a great cook. They're done up and seasoned, so better than just a plain cold spud," he shrugged as he handed her the slightly bigger of the two. @HalesTheComet
  23. "I'd like that." She smiled, taking a piece of jerky from the bag before offering it to him. She took a bite of the tough meat, gnawing on it for a moment, which was an attractive sight to be sure. But she didn't really care about appearances. She was dirty from head to toe anyways so it was too late to be worrying about impressing anyone. "Potatoes are one of my favorites."
  24. "You're right," Derek nodded, giving a faint smile. He felt like they were safe. It wasn't the first time he'd hunkered down from a storm near mutants, "I've got a couple of cold potatoes if you want to share," he offered. @HalesTheComet
  25. "You're all too right about that." She nodded before smiling victoriously at recovering an sealed bag of jerky that had been stuck near the bottom of her pack. Looking over at him she held up the bag and raised a brow, silently offering it to him. "As long as it doesn't get hungry we'll be fine, you mean." She smiled. "Don't worry, I trust you and your gun." @Dragon
  26. @Dragon The woman let out a heavy sigh, shaking her head. "Everything needs to be spelled out for you people doesn't it?" She asked. "...Like I'm said. I'm sure you've heard the stories. Everyone and their mother has. Every little child and grown adult has heard of us." She said then gave a smirk. "In the halls of Metro-2, hidden under the Kremlin, with tunnels leading to bunkers, and airports to take us all to the bunkers in the Urals." She began. "Except none of us made it as the story goes. We either all died, or we watch over you like Gods. Even gave us a stupid name: Invisible Watchers. Like some kind of ghost or angel." She said with a scoff, shaking her head, a far off look in her eye before turning her head awkwardly back to Dagonet. "I'm sure you heard those legends...though I'm sure you can guess it's lies. You're a Ranger. You've been to D6, seen what it was like. Empty, sealed off. You've probably heard of other bunkers spread throughout Moscow. Either filled with mutants, or water, or lunatics like that dumb ass...you're Volodya fellow found." She explained. "You've seen how empty Metro-2 is...for the most part. You've also seen how empty the Kremlin is I would presume. Well...except for the mutants...more or less..." She continued then sat forward, resting her hands on the table, locking the fingers together. "I'm dead anyway...might as well tell you that Metro-2 is empty for the most part, but the legends are true. Just not exactly. We live there...and everywhere. Polis, Hansa, the Nazi's...what's left of the Redline that hasn't fallen in anarchy after Moskvin. Hell we even got people in some of the smaller factions....Baumansky....The Arbat Confederation...1905....and a lot of bandit gangs..." She explained, shrugging. "We're everywhere...and no where." She continued then looked at Dagonet with a genuinely curious look. "Do you think anything's changed since the war?" She asked. "I mean truly. Or even before that. Has anything changed since the days of Putin, or all of the communists leaders before him? Or the Tsar's before them?" She asked. "It hasn't, they're all the same puppets now as they were then. Now it's just different puppets. There is always someone leading from behind the scenes. You know it to be true....You know there are always people moving things behind the scenes. Money, info, power. Always someone to threaten the politician, or the civilian into doing what they want, and we're the people that do that. Just like we did with the boyars--the nobles who actually controlled the Tsar, or the secret police of the USSR, or the oligarchs leading up to 2013 along with Putin himself...and now we're doing the same down here. Except we no longer deal with oligarchs, now we deal with warlords and fools. We deal with Yakov Denikin and that Pavel Morozov fellow and all their foolish little fights in the Redline. We deal with Loginov and his greed in Hansa. We deal with the Fourth Reich, and have our sights on that little American sociopath of theirs." She continued with her rant before that same stupid smirk of her's returned. "We also deal with you....or rather the one before you. Where did old Sviatoslav go, Dagonet? Where is your colonel I wonder..." She teased. "...Doesn't matter I guess. We're not here to talk about him after all. We're here to talk about me, and I just told you everything. I'm part of the watchers, we got rid of Balikov...give them a few hours or days they'll do the same to me and they'll sweep this conversation under the rug..." She began then gave pained sigh. "So yeah...that's the truth. First time telling it ever" She murmured. "Don't know how much longer it will be once they hide all of this." She added. "As for why...They only tell people like me so much. Just enough to get rid of who we're told to get rid of. Belikov outlived his usefulness...All I know is that some stalker...some Hansa asshole...Mikhail Turgenev? And his girlfriend....some Katya woman...they were asking about Metro-2...and Belikov just let them go. Not something you should do when we are working with you..." She explained. "If you want to know more, I'd go looking for that stalker...whoever the hell he is..." She said, slumping back down in her chair. "We done?" She asked a second later.
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