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Typical, IC goes up and people disappear D:
I plan to get a post up today. Don't worry I haven't left.
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I plan to get a post up today. Don't worry I haven't left.
Argetlam350 said
I'll probably get a post up by tomorrow at the latest but kind of waiting on others to make posts. Going to send PMs to them to see if they are still in or not if they don't post soon.
Fair enough, take your time man. :)
RiteousTurtle said
Sorry Mr_Wiki_96, puttin up a post now.
It's cool. :)
The woman in front of him was scared to death of him. She was standing in front of him, begging him not to take her life. He had never really had something like this happen in front of him. Of course, he has seen many people beg for their lives but usually it was being said by people towards CoG soldiers. He has never considered it happening to him. Is he really that cold and scary looking that he could make a person crap in fear? He’s been out in this wasteland on his own for years now that he had never really considered it. Then again, he has never cared what people think of him but he’s not that cold to take an innocent life. He’s a scarred survivor, not a psychopath. He gives a sigh and holsters his fire axe.
“For fuck’s sake, will you stop your bloody begging? I’m not going to kill you,” he then looks to his right to see her crowbar right beneath the side of his feet. He then picks it up and gives it to the girl as sort of small gesture of good will that he doesn’t mean to kill her. She was right about that, that he wasn’t a murderer but he feels quite annoyed that it was quite apparent to her. Darren wants to show off a cold look to ward of psychopaths and people who plan to kill and loot him. He can’t afford not to die in this place and to truly survive you have to look like you would kill a hundred men just to live. However, it doesn’t really matter at this current moment. He knows that he isn’t a murderer. However, he never wanted it to be so cold as too make an innocent survivor beg for her life. He then reaches into his backpack and takes an apple out. He then offers it to the girl who looked like she had wet herself in fear.
“Here, take this and stop crying,” the apple sat on his hand as his arm extended towards her. He’s never been one to give food to other survivors but he just made her crap a brick in terror, so he might as well compensate her with something. He doesn’t exactly know why she was running but he hopes it was for the same reason as him, towards the peculiar noise. However, life is never always that kind. He looks around in caution. The last thing he wanted was a gunshot soaring through the back of his head. He hopes lady luck doesn’t try to screw him over this time around.
“For fuck’s sake, will you stop your bloody begging? I’m not going to kill you,” he then looks to his right to see her crowbar right beneath the side of his feet. He then picks it up and gives it to the girl as sort of small gesture of good will that he doesn’t mean to kill her. She was right about that, that he wasn’t a murderer but he feels quite annoyed that it was quite apparent to her. Darren wants to show off a cold look to ward of psychopaths and people who plan to kill and loot him. He can’t afford not to die in this place and to truly survive you have to look like you would kill a hundred men just to live. However, it doesn’t really matter at this current moment. He knows that he isn’t a murderer. However, he never wanted it to be so cold as too make an innocent survivor beg for her life. He then reaches into his backpack and takes an apple out. He then offers it to the girl who looked like she had wet herself in fear.
“Here, take this and stop crying,” the apple sat on his hand as his arm extended towards her. He’s never been one to give food to other survivors but he just made her crap a brick in terror, so he might as well compensate her with something. He doesn’t exactly know why she was running but he hopes it was for the same reason as him, towards the peculiar noise. However, life is never always that kind. He looks around in caution. The last thing he wanted was a gunshot soaring through the back of his head. He hopes lady luck doesn’t try to screw him over this time around.
Kain had traveled quite a bit through this city to meet with Scorn. He just followed the two Reapers as they moved through the shadows. The number of pipes he has travelled through is quite large and it almost makes him a little suspicious. Either they’re going to ambush him or stay true to their word. He doesn’t care either way. He’ll find what he wants the hard way or the easy way. A part of him wishes for the hard way but if he wants information, he may have to play nice. A lot of doubt goes into the word ‘may’.
They had finally reached the location as the two lackeys stopped by some back alley door. The place stank of filth and alcohol. It wasn’t a place that people regular roam about which made it the perfect spot for a meeting between two of the most wanted people in the city and possibly the entire Tri-State area. Rats scurried about in quick succession on the litter filled ground. They seemed like they were scared. Like they knew who was arriving. They should be scared. There was no room here for mercy and niceties. It was a meeting between two vicious conduits, morality is non existent here.
The two Reapers opened the door into the building. The inside was just as bad as the outside. It was abandoned, rotten and filled with rust filled equipment. He wasn’t sure if it was just a meeting point or the actually headquarters of the Reapers. He wouldn’t think that this was the headquarters of the Reapers because a smart person would not let a stranger see their HQ without meeting said person. The two Reapers man looked into the shadows and gave a little nod to something. It was like they were communicating with something in the shadows. They then looked back at Kain.
“You stay here, Scorn will be with you soon," Said one of them. They then disappeared from sight into the shadows and were now gone from the room.
Kain was now alone or so he thought he was. All of a sudden from the darkness, two reddish-orange eyes revealed themselves. They were like floating orbs watching Kain’s every move. She didn’t move from the shadows and seemed to be keeping her distance. The last she ever saw Scorn was at Curdun Cay, many years ago. They never talked but with her reputation there, he was very well aware of her.
"Well, well so you are the one who attacked the protesters," She said with great inquiry and almost a bit of creepy happiness in her voice. She slowly walked from the shadows to reveal her true figure. She wore the recognizable hood of the Reapers and had her face painted like a skull. He couldn’t remember what her actually face had looked liked but it did not matter. Her outfit revealed her hips and a small part of cleavage. He realized he had not been with anyone since Ellie but he never really cared considering rage and revenge are killers of the common sex drive.
"But I have to ask why? Attacking such a large group of protesters only brings attention, mostly from the cops. I don't think you wanted their attention. So what do you want?" She got straight to the point which is exactly how Kain did business.
“You’re right. I didn’t want their attention. I wanted yours,” He then walks slowly around the room. He’s never been one to stand still but then again, in this world, who can? “You see, I saw that video of yours with that weasel Syndicate grunt and it made me realize, that you can find people from this fucking organization. As you are well aware, they’re like poison, deadly but invisible. I need to find that poison and specifically someone from it. I need to know how you found one of them.”
He stops in his tracks and faces her. His voice became loud and filled with rage. “I don’t care about fucking morals and I don’t care about other fucking people. All I fucking care about is one thing. Killing. Doctor. Mikhail. Petrov.” Thinking about him enrages him to a whole different degree. He doesn’t care if she recognizes the name or not. All he cares about is what her answer is going to be because one way or another, he will find Petrov and he will pay.
They had finally reached the location as the two lackeys stopped by some back alley door. The place stank of filth and alcohol. It wasn’t a place that people regular roam about which made it the perfect spot for a meeting between two of the most wanted people in the city and possibly the entire Tri-State area. Rats scurried about in quick succession on the litter filled ground. They seemed like they were scared. Like they knew who was arriving. They should be scared. There was no room here for mercy and niceties. It was a meeting between two vicious conduits, morality is non existent here.
The two Reapers opened the door into the building. The inside was just as bad as the outside. It was abandoned, rotten and filled with rust filled equipment. He wasn’t sure if it was just a meeting point or the actually headquarters of the Reapers. He wouldn’t think that this was the headquarters of the Reapers because a smart person would not let a stranger see their HQ without meeting said person. The two Reapers man looked into the shadows and gave a little nod to something. It was like they were communicating with something in the shadows. They then looked back at Kain.
“You stay here, Scorn will be with you soon," Said one of them. They then disappeared from sight into the shadows and were now gone from the room.
Kain was now alone or so he thought he was. All of a sudden from the darkness, two reddish-orange eyes revealed themselves. They were like floating orbs watching Kain’s every move. She didn’t move from the shadows and seemed to be keeping her distance. The last she ever saw Scorn was at Curdun Cay, many years ago. They never talked but with her reputation there, he was very well aware of her.
"Well, well so you are the one who attacked the protesters," She said with great inquiry and almost a bit of creepy happiness in her voice. She slowly walked from the shadows to reveal her true figure. She wore the recognizable hood of the Reapers and had her face painted like a skull. He couldn’t remember what her actually face had looked liked but it did not matter. Her outfit revealed her hips and a small part of cleavage. He realized he had not been with anyone since Ellie but he never really cared considering rage and revenge are killers of the common sex drive.
"But I have to ask why? Attacking such a large group of protesters only brings attention, mostly from the cops. I don't think you wanted their attention. So what do you want?" She got straight to the point which is exactly how Kain did business.
“You’re right. I didn’t want their attention. I wanted yours,” He then walks slowly around the room. He’s never been one to stand still but then again, in this world, who can? “You see, I saw that video of yours with that weasel Syndicate grunt and it made me realize, that you can find people from this fucking organization. As you are well aware, they’re like poison, deadly but invisible. I need to find that poison and specifically someone from it. I need to know how you found one of them.”
He stops in his tracks and faces her. His voice became loud and filled with rage. “I don’t care about fucking morals and I don’t care about other fucking people. All I fucking care about is one thing. Killing. Doctor. Mikhail. Petrov.” Thinking about him enrages him to a whole different degree. He doesn’t care if she recognizes the name or not. All he cares about is what her answer is going to be because one way or another, he will find Petrov and he will pay.
Automaton said "you know, for a kid who manipulates light you sure aren't that bright"
LOL that was quite clever XD
By the way, I'll get my post up in the next few hours
MatthiasAngel said
I'm going to wait for several people to post, actually. I don't want the story line to advance too far with only four people.
Fair enough. Swarley needs to give the ones who haven't posted yet a right good slap on the bottom.
MatthiasAngel said
Eight people signed up for this. Why hasn't anyone posted for two days? Two people (BigPapa and The Incredible John) haven't posted at all. Yell at 'em, Swarley.
Waiting on riteousturtle
Winter said
Now imagine if it was Remnant Enclave power armour that you were up against :P
If there's a will, there's a way. :P
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