Mikhail "Misha" Turgenev Posted June 28, 2020 Share Posted June 28, 2020 {Misha woke up gasping and coughing as he regained consciousness. He tried to sit up but stopped as pain shot through his body and head as he did.} "Fuck..." {He turns his head and notices the rather large watchman that had pounced on him when he exited a ruined apartment building. It had knocked his Kalash from his hands, and he smacked his head hard on the pavement while the Watchman began to claw at his chest, he had managed to get his knife out and hit its neck, then it fell on top of him and he passed out from the shock. With what little strength he had left he pushed the Watchman off of him and then, on hands and knees began to crawl towards his Kalash, grabbing it he forced himself up and stumbled off towards the apartment building, forcing the door open and collapsing on the floor in the kitchen, gasping for air once more as he does. He manages to get his backpack off and begins to wrap bandages around his wounds just as his watch begins to beep.} "What...?" {00: 50....00:49...00:48...} "Not now..." {Misha pulls a new filter out and screws it into his mask before looking into his backpack once more, three filters.} "God damn it..." {Just then footsteps are heard in the apartment buildings hallway, Misha grabs his Kalash and sets it to automatic and levels it at the door, listening to the footsteps getting closer. They weren't the normal pitter-patter of the watchmen, these were heavy and loud, the familiar sound of boots hitting the ground. The stories of ghosts, trapped forever in their final moments from when they died, and for those in this city, when the world ended, were all to familiar to Misha. He knew there were things in the metro and on the surface that humans could not understand, but now he found himself hoping it was the spirit of someone long dead then a possible stalker from the Nazi or the communists stations. Gather up some strength, he manages to call out} "Whose there!?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Josephine Sousa Posted June 29, 2020 Share Posted June 29, 2020 The boots would come to a slow halt. It wasn't just this ranger, there were two others downstairs but the sound of a voice made them pause. Joe knew that she had heard something and it was the only reason she had come upstairs despite the instability of the building. There was that brief moment that Joe considered just walking away or coming in guns blazing but the other person had asked which normally meant they were stupid or scared. Could have been both. "Guess that depends," said the muffled Rangers voice from down the hall. "Who's askin'?" it was easy to tell that the voice wasn't always a Russian speaker, even now they had a slight accent compared to a natural born Russian. @AnOriginalAccountNam Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mikhail "Misha" Turgenev Posted June 29, 2020 Author Share Posted June 29, 2020 (edited) @Josephine Sousa {Misha kept his kalash aimed at the doorway, weighing his options for a moment. Either he risks seeing who it is, and die to a possible Nazi, communist, bandit or whatever else was in this city, or die from a lack of supplies.} "A stalker, I'm from Hansa. You?" Edited June 29, 2020 by AnOriginalAccountNam added email for reply recipent, unsure if needed. New user, still learning. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Josephine Sousa Posted June 29, 2020 Share Posted June 29, 2020 Joe fucking hated this place. Why was it always her that seemed to get sent here? She knew a few reasons why, she was the one that got bored the fastest, which was saying something in the Metro. She licked the back of her teeth as she waited for the answer from the man, or what sounded like a man. It was always hard to tell through masks. She looked down to the ground and kicked a rock. Holding her weapon to her chest not particularly worried at the moment. When the man responded she grunted. She wasn't a large fan of the vultures called stalkers either. They caused more trouble than they were worth.... or died. She preferred the latter. "I'm from Polis," she responded. "A ranger," even though there weren't many left after recent events. "I have friends downstairs," she called back. "So don't consider doing anything stupid," she said back. "Come on out." @AnOriginalAccountNam Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mikhail "Misha" Turgenev Posted June 29, 2020 Author Share Posted June 29, 2020 "A ranger?" Misha asked, more so to himself. It had been a while since he had come across one of them. With a grunt he pulled himself up off the floor and wobbled over to the door way, slowly. "Ok, I'm coming...Hey, one of your friends a medic? I ain't doing so great..." Misha asked as he walked out of the apartment room, clutching his now ripped and bloody radiation suit as he walked over to where he heard the Rangers voice. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Josephine Sousa Posted June 29, 2020 Share Posted June 29, 2020 Joe had the muzzle of her gun tipped down but not low enough that she wouldn't fire if she found that the man was a threat. Joe saw the man emerge and start approaching her but there was a loud bang behind him and shouting. She lifted her gun to aim it at him, before she would answer about a medic. "Do you have friends or something?" The worst part about the dead city is it was hard to tell what was real and what wasn't. @AnOriginalAccountNam Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mikhail "Misha" Turgenev Posted June 29, 2020 Author Share Posted June 29, 2020 Misha turned at the noise then back to the Ranger before shaking his head. "No..." Misha turned back towards the noise. "Mutants, you think?....Or do you Rangers believe in the stories about this place? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Josephine Sousa Posted June 29, 2020 Share Posted June 29, 2020 Joe glanced over his shoulder toward the shouting again. "Don't have to have faith in what you've seen with you're own eyes," Joe advised the man as she indicated with the muzzle of her gun for him to walk around her. "No medics but we have a field kit that will likely patch you up long enough to get back to base," she explained. @AnOriginalAccountNam Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mikhail "Misha" Turgenev Posted June 29, 2020 Author Share Posted June 29, 2020 Misha nods. "Fair enough..." He walks ahead at her gun gesture and he begins to walk ahead of the Ranger and down the hall. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Josephine Sousa Posted June 29, 2020 Share Posted June 29, 2020 Joe lingered as the man continued to move. She looked over her shoulder toward the sounds. It ended with a loud slamming sound. Joe put her eyes back on the back of the man's head as she headed down the stairs. There was a portion of them that were half there and crumbling. "Don't hurt yourself more," she said to him. "Solokov. Novikoff. I'm on my way down. I found a new friend," she said. There was an obvious smirk in her voice. "And no Solokov I haven't punched him yet." @Dragon @AnOriginalAccountNam Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mikhail "Misha" Turgenev Posted June 29, 2020 Author Share Posted June 29, 2020 Misha kept heading down the stairs, being careful of the crumbling parts she was talking about. "You normally hit your 'friends', ma'am?" Misha asked, somewhat amused but also weary. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Josephine Sousa Posted June 29, 2020 Share Posted June 29, 2020 "It's sort of my go to," she said to him. "Kinda like sayin' hi," she finished explaining as he reached the landing. She took the last few steps quick. "Fucking Solokov. Novikoff? Where are you fuckers?" Joe frowned. "Keep moving," she said. "They are probably at the truck." @Dragon @AnOriginalAccountNam Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mikhail "Misha" Turgenev Posted June 29, 2020 Author Share Posted June 29, 2020 Misha kept moving, slowly wobbling along as best he could. "Probably?...That doesn't really inspire confidence in me, ma'am." Misha said, then thinking it over he continued "Then again your order hasn't since D6 and when your Colonel ran off." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Josephine Sousa Posted June 29, 2020 Share Posted June 29, 2020 "And what the fuck do you know?" she asked him clearly becoming angry as she took a quick step to shove the muzzle of her gun against his shoulder and shove him forward. @AnOriginalAccountNam Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mikhail "Misha" Turgenev Posted June 29, 2020 Author Share Posted June 29, 2020 (edited) Misha kept moving ahead, ignoring the muzzle. "What do I know? Well let's see, you and your guys win at D6, sure you lost most of your men but you won. If it ended there I wouldn't have a problem with it, but Hansa gave you some of our best men to refill your ranks afterwards...." Misha stops and looks at her. "Some friends of mine decided to go and join up with you guys after D6, they fought and bleed alongside you--then your Colonel runs off? Just like that, after all the help we gave you afterwards?" Misha scoffs and starts walking again. "And Polis wonders why they've lost support from Hansa, and other stations....Where's this damn truck?" Edited June 29, 2020 by AnOriginalAccountNam Fixed a few typos, cleared something up. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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