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Post by NukeWithG on Dec 28, 2012 12:31:50 GMT -5
"I don't know about you, but I'm going to get rich", Johannes rambled with a slurry tongue, "there's this *hic* this treasure that I know about." The people sitting at the bar next to him suddenly turned to look. Earlier only the bartender had given a shit. Johannes looked around when he sensed the change in the atmosphere. "Yeah, a trasure", he continued,, enjoying the attention he was getting. If he wasn't drunk he would've hated being looked at by so many people. *hic*. "There's a treasure somewhere in the metro *hic* hidden by those godawful Nazies." The man sitting at the end of the bar suddenly interrupted him:"Pfft, you expect us to believe that? I've heard hundreds of tales about the "Nazi lead" and the "secret backup storage of the SS", but no one has any proof it exists."
"Oh yeah? Well I have proof it exist. But since you believe it's just an old wives tale, I'm not going to tell you that I saw it when the Nazi pigs chased me around their stations for not being Russian." Johanned yelled out, getting everyone in the small bar to look at him. He stood up and pulled out his Suomi-KP, but rather than threatening everyone with it he caressed it's safety and slid his hand up and down the barrel. "And if everyone tries to force me to talk *hic* I'll let them have a taste of this baby"
He pushed the gun back in his pack and started waddling down to the door of the place. Most of the people just got back into their drinks, card games and conversation with a few laughs at the drunk foreigner. Meanwhile Johannes walked out, and tripped over between two large shacks built out of planks and pieces of metal. He pulled out his SMG once more, and fell asleep pointing it at the gap where someone might try to enter.
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Post by Novak on Dec 29, 2012 4:24:03 GMT -5
*Talk of treasure always got Novak excited. It wasn't the actual getting rich part, but the adventure. He carefully followed the drunk brute, for no sober man would walk around trying to kill people just for not believing him... Then again, Novak had been shot at for less. With a bucket of water in his hand.*
*As expected, the man fell down and fell asleep. The bucket of water would sure come in handy at that point, but its probably best to let him sleep for at least a while, a minute or two of rest while Novak drank something himself wouldn't hurt.*
*From his chest pouch he pulled out a tin canister that held some of the Metro alcohol, it reminded him of the one bottle of Rakia he hid back at Polis that he drinks on special occasions. Should they ever arise, should be ever return alive to Polis as well.*
*Minutes past and Novak put back the canister in its pouch and grabbed the bucket of freezing water. He approached the drunk man and splashed the icy, cool liquid over him.*
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Post by NukeWithG on Dec 29, 2012 7:41:54 GMT -5
"Mitä vittu saatana!" Johannes yelled out and cocked his gun as he sat up. "Kuka vittu... Who the fuck are you? Where the fuck am I?", he said looking angrily at the man in front of him. The few minutes of sleep and a cold 'shower' had sobered him up surprisingly well. He slowly got up and tapped himself down to make sure nothing was missing, all the while keeping the man in front of him at gunpoint. "Who are you?" he said again, this time a little calmer.
//my writing isn't all that great because i'm writing this in a shaky car with a shitty touchscreen//
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Post by Janitor on Dec 29, 2012 21:46:41 GMT -5
Delov had heard the man's ramblings of treasure deep in the metro, in the area that the Fourth Reich Nazis control. Allen waited a few minutes to finish his drink, before he decided to get up and follow not too far behind the drunk, and look for wherever he got off to. Though fighting Nazi soldiers wasn't something Allen tended to do often, he generally stuck to hunting the monsters of the metro. But in some cases the Fourth Reich were almost just as bad. They blocked off parts of the tunnels, not allowing many people through their areas, so that they might travel to other stations.
After leaving the bar, Allen hadn't walked far before he found the drunk man, holding a man wearing black military gear at gunpoint. Allen thought he might have remembered seeing this very armored man back in the bar. The black gear wasn't something standard foot soldiers would use before the bombs fell, perhaps he was a special operations soldier before the world burned? None of that mattered right at this moment. Allen let his hand rest on his revolver in its holster, slowly cocking the hammer back with his thumb.
Delov didn't let his presence known, he simply watched as this encounter unfolded. Expecting the worst to happen, and getting ready to quickdraw.
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Post by Novak on Dec 30, 2012 5:17:51 GMT -5
Gathering all his courage and all the words he knew and could pronounce, Novak was able to make a moderately coherent and logical sentence.
"You looking for Nazi treasure? You will need help."
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Post by NukeWithG on Dec 30, 2012 5:53:15 GMT -5
''Ummm... Yeah, I guess I mentioned that earlier...'' said Johannes. He lowered his gun for the time being and thumbed the safety back on. "I guess I could take you with me, but there's one problem. I... liioittelin... Overexaggerated a bit when I said I saw the treasure.'', he continued, pulling a small bottle out of his pocket and splashing the yellow liquid on his face.
"But there's a guy at Tšehovskaja, who knows something about the treasure. I've arranged to meet him in a service tunnel between Tšehovskaja and Majakovskaja. The only problem is we're going to have to travel through Nazi stations.'' He pocketed the small bottle again.
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Post by Janitor on Dec 30, 2012 10:47:49 GMT -5
Allen hadn't been put off by the man's lie of seeing the treasure. Because that wasn't really what Delov was looking for. Though it'd be a nice icing on the cake, after taking down some fascist Nazis. Letting his hand off of his revolver slightly, Allen made himself known. Stepping out of the shadows, hand still hovering over his weapon, that was strapped to his hip. "Interested in third gun, for your company?"
Allen eyed the two, seeing if either would draw on him.
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Post by NukeWithG on Dec 30, 2012 11:10:35 GMT -5
Johannes quickly drew his gun up and thumbed the safety off yet again, but relaxed when he understood the message of the words he had just heard. Reverting back to his sober self, he muttered: ''hmmh'', while eyeing suspiciously at the new comer.
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Post by Novak on Dec 31, 2012 3:54:33 GMT -5
"Interested in third gun, for your company?"
Like semi-drunkard, Novak raised his weapon and aimed at the source of the sound. Upon having the words cross his mind and be processed, he understood and lowered his M21.
The party got bigger, splendid. More people to join in on the adventure, whilst Novak preferred to be alone at times, certain recent events made him look more favourable towards strangers. Even if they are putting a gun to your head.
Perhaps now was the time to get introduced to each other? Novak took a step forward to draw attention.
"My name Novak."
Wait, that's not how you say it! In his mind he cursed his silent nature, he had met many people by now and should know how to say that one sentence fluently. Novak made a mental note: My name IS Novak.
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Post by NukeWithG on Dec 31, 2012 4:15:18 GMT -5
''My name Novak'' Johannes turned to look at the man in the combat armor and said: ''Not a russian either? Well if you must know, my name is Johannes, but you can use any shortened, longened or twisted version of it that you want.'' He started walking along the narrow path between the tents and shacks that filled the station, signalling the other two to follow.
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Post by Janitor on Jan 1, 2013 14:12:04 GMT -5
"Pleasure to meet ya, Novak." Allen said then turned to the other man, and added, "Alright Jo." Delov smiled lightly, while relaxing his hand away from the grip of his pistol, believing these two were trustworthy enough... for now. When the man who talked of the treasure signed for Allen and the other man to follow, Allen did so. He spoke in a low voice to Jo, "Where was it you said we were going? Tšehovskaja?"
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Post by NukeWithG on Jan 1, 2013 14:46:04 GMT -5
''Uhhuh. But before we leave Ineed to do a few things.'' Johannes said, walking at a brisk pace towards the other end of the platform, past the rectangular columns that characterised the biblioteka station. When they got to a shack near the wall that had a sign over it's doorway. ''HOTEL'', it said. Johannes stepped inside to the shack, and made his way between the rows of bunkbeds to the counter on the other side of the shack. He threw five bullets on the counter, and then went to one of the beds and pulled a bunch of stuff from under the mattress and stuffed it into his bag. When the group finally made it outside, Johannes said: '' Oh yeah, I'm going to need ten bullets from each of you before we leave. For... Ehm... Travel expenses.''
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Post by Novak on Jan 3, 2013 3:56:41 GMT -5
*Novak was a bit alarmed by Johannes's request for bullets, but at this point he did have some spare rounds from a previous adventure. He reached for one of his pouches and took out a small clip of exactly ten military grade rounds, and handed them over to Johannes.*
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Post by Janitor on Jan 5, 2013 12:21:03 GMT -5
Allen's eyes narrowed into a glare at Jo, when he requested for a "Travel expense." Though he didn't like it, Delov handed Jo a small pouch containing the compensation he asked for. Half of Allen's face was in a light snarl. He didn't like splitting with his bullets. Not because he was a hoarder at all, but he actually preferred to do straight trades, and use the bullets for what they were made for.
Once the transaction was complete, Allen spoke to Jo. "I don't suppose we have a cart that we can ride through the tunnels in, do we?" Allen adjusted his stance, and reached into one of his pockets toward a cigar, but stopped himself. Another time. He thought to himself.
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Post by NukeWithG on Jan 5, 2013 15:39:06 GMT -5
To his amazement both of the men paid up to Johannes. He quickly pocketed the bullets, and pulled a forced smile on his face. When Allen started talking about a cart that'd take the group to their destination, Johannes gave him a look, suddenly not sure if he could trust this guy on the trio. Either he was filthy rich and had never traveled between station by foot, and was now "looking for adventure", or he was someone young enough never to leave the station and so didn't know how to move around in the tunnels even though he didn't look that young. Or he was joking, Johannes had no sense of humor.
"No. No cart rides for us. We're going by foot, otherwise it'd be hard to avoid the guards that the Reich has set up in the tunnels. I don't know if you can tell by my accent, but I'm not a Russian, so I they're not really on good terms with me. Get your stuff ready, I'll be waiting at the mouth of the tunnel leading from Arbatskaja to Tsehovskaja." With that he walked off, not expecting the other two to follow him.
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