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Post by mamajumbo on Jul 19, 2014 9:37:15 GMT -5
Vassili grew impatient to enter the famous VDNKh and meet the locals, when the door got wide open he could hardly hold his elation. Finally he will be able to work on his own, be his own patron and help anyone willing his services for a small compensation. When the cart illuminated a cold and clear station, his excitement turned into sour despair, a mix between anger and anguish, what's left to do, his only wish was to settle down and live a quiet life. Apparently he is not supposed to find peace there. Adapt, like every animal on earth, find another way. After a quick inspection of the place, Vassili turns his interests towards the people that are as clueless as him, however a very convenient journal adds a new information to his research:
"It says they left, something about the Dark Ones"
A strange name for a disease, is it a bacteria, a virus or even a parasite or an amoeba? And that girl, she has a limp he knows it, but when he listened to the trade between her and that Alexi, he decided to postpone the idea of proposing his care, with that awkward shyness she might refuse the help from a stranger, know your patients, that way they keep you.
"Pardon me, but I heard about what you've read there, these 'attacks'", his voice sounded odd, maybe the young exiled is also a timid, not everyone is smooth when they talk to new people for the first time "Does it have more details to it? I mean, is it a bacteria? I heard there was a problem here, I know, but I never got the name or the nature of this situation."
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Post by kilroy on Jul 19, 2014 10:10:21 GMT -5
Alexi looked at the man, he held a somewhat educated, if timid, nature about him. "No, it just says the Dark Ones. Nothing more. You can read over it if you want though." He said in a neutral tone. Alexi would speak and barter with others, but he wasn't eager to let anyone get to know him
He held the journal out and offered iy to the man.
"Argrim! Did you find anything of use?" Alexi asked the older man. This station gave him an uneasy feeling and he didn't like staying for very long.
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Post by The Khan on Jul 19, 2014 22:14:31 GMT -5
Sonya quickly took the rucksack off of her shoulders and opened it. Dipping her hand deep into the bottom where the military grade bullets would be. She quickly picked out four and exchanged them for the light. She shoved it into her pocket and swung her bag back on her back. But she didn't leave right away. She wanted to explore this station. It seems there aren't so many people here so it couldn't hurt too much. She took off her sunglasses again and put them in the breast pocket of her grey button-up shirt.
Setting out into the dark Alexejewskaja station she tested the flashlight out a bit, not that she needed to use it to see, but to make sure it was working as the man had said. It was, in fact, absolutely deserted. It had obviously been abandoned in a rush, she saw fallen over chairs and tables and broken plates and varies other stuff. It looked well lived in.
When she got to the far end of the station the door there was wide open to reveal the dark tunnel ahead. Darker than usual, more... ominous. She took out her map and saw the station the man mentioned, VDNKh. Not too far away either, just on the other end of that tunnel. Maybe she could find the other stuff she needed there.
So she set off out the big open door; she didn't like traveling the Metro tunnels all that often. They were usually crawling with people so she kept to the side passages and caves of the undercity. This tunnel in particular really got on her nerves. It wasn't the dark, she was used to the dark, that didn't scare her, but it was the heavy feeling of someone, no, something in the dark ahead, although there was nothing ahead that she could see, that oppressive feeling just wouldn't go away. Her steps slowed, as if being weighed down by the dark itself, until she stop dead in her tracks.
Did she see something move ahead? Was it dangerous? In the Metro everything was dangerous. She took out her pistol just to be safe. It eased her fear only a bit, but just enough to continue, she continued walking, slowly, even though every sense screamed at her to turn around and run.
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Post by Soulthief on Jul 19, 2014 23:15:22 GMT -5
"No! Not a single thing in this hell-hole. There was supposed to be a trade area just down from here, but... nothing. No evidence of plague, attack, invasion. It's like people came here, built a metropolis in ash, and then... left. In semi-perfect condition, no less.
Apparently this place is just a bit more cursed then cursed station." He speculates, using the butt of his Kalash to break open the commanders' door. He walks in, his feet eliciting agross squishing sound, through the darkness, picking up a dusty old manual and flipping through it. it seems half-chewed by something and has a warm feel to it. Throwing it out the door for whatever lucky man of this band to grab it, he flicks on the vase-lantern of the room.
Light suddenly floods the room as the tarnished, broken lantern, mysteriously on a still somewhat-filled desk, is lit up. All around is bent, rusting metal, Books lightly fuming, a scarlet blood mesh on the ground. Wood torn to splinters and giving off a cooked, sepia color. The man almost plasters himself to the book case, screaming for you all "A-Ahhh! Guys! Get in here quick!" Shouts the man, a clattering coming from inside the room as books and manuals fall on the blooded ground, something thin, dead and ghoul-like, lightly resembling a human in the leaders' chair. Revealed bone, rotting flesh, bleached skin, chewed out flesh... as if it... as if everything was undergoing a decay process.
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Post by kilroy on Jul 20, 2014 0:06:34 GMT -5
Alexi ran in and looked around, "Bl'yat! What happened in here!?" The smell was horrid, and Alexi retched as he walked out of the room. He emptied the contents of his stomach onto the floor.
"What, or who, the hell is that?" He asked as he covered his nose and mouth with a cloth. "Doc! You may wanna see this!" He called out as he entered the room.
"What could've done that to a body? Tunnel Trash?" Alexi had his rifle out and loaded. He looked across at the locked armory door. A simple, and old, deadbolt lock holding it in place. 'If I where still alive. I'd hide in there.' He thought as he looked into the gory room.
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Post by Soulthief on Jul 20, 2014 0:55:44 GMT -5
"I've seen Nosalis wounds, Alexi. I used to farm them." Says the trader, slowly slicking out of the room. He slides out his charger and turns the flashlight on to look at the ground, tiny, drip-like blood puddles and splinters, and as was mentioned, broken plates and such, are all over the station.
"... Well... I don't know why you would want to spend any more time in here. I think it would be extremely smart of us to leave about now! I mean, look at it! All my greed and fear aside, it's suicide to just sit here... We should get supplies, and run- oh. and hope we avoid any Nazis... any Reds. There is nothing at this station... Nothing worth taking. No. Exit. Exit is the wisest move, I won't even -touch- the dropped trinkets here." He sounds shaken, as he clasps his gun tight, shoving his last magazine in there.
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Post by kilroy on Jul 20, 2014 2:54:13 GMT -5
"I agree, I saw the girl heading towards VDNKh. Should we go there. Or go back to Hanza?" Alexi asked as he quickly made a cross over his chest. This station was bad off, on one hand, he needed to get to Polis and inform the Rangers, on the other. He wanted to check up on Exhibition to see if anyone was left.
"Doc, leave that Journal here. It's bad luck." He said as he moved back to the safety of the cart. He really just wanted to be back home with mother and father in Polis. Not in this accursed place.
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Post by Soulthief on Jul 20, 2014 3:32:55 GMT -5
"... We could inform the Rangers. Maybe we should run, and look for help. or... I don't know. That girl has a good idea... I honestly don't know, Alexi. Grab everyone and go with her? Yes? Becuase that sounds like something I would rather do. The tunnel should be clear."
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Post by derchemiker on Jul 20, 2014 4:05:14 GMT -5
As he returned to the cart Michael jumped on the rails infront of it and looked into the tunnel leading to the VDNKh. The tunnel was pitchblack and completely silent. Climbing back up the loading dock he looked at Argrim and Alexi and said with fear in his voice "Or we could just leave, this tunnel" he pointed in the direction of the VDNKh "may look safe but I don't think it is. It reminds me of an tunnel near Kitai Gorod that looks perfectly safe at first but as soon as an group is far enough in the tunnel they get killed, and the bodys disappear. And if you look at what happend here an Tunnel that kills people wouldn't be that unlikely."
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Post by kilroy on Jul 20, 2014 8:53:48 GMT -5
"Well, if we stay on the cart and use our lights. I think well be alright. People up there could need help." Alexi said as walked to the open door. He started charging his own light, anything to push back the darkness.
"VDNKh is supposed to be relatively a large station. It may have fared better than this one." He told them. He wanted away from this cursed place as bad as they did. He had a feeling as he looked into the gaping maw of that tunnel.
He'd heard the stories, about ghosts and singing pipes in the Metro tunnels. He walked to one now, and placed his ear to it. Nothing happened at first, then, he heard it. Children laughing. He jumped back, crawling, then running to the cart in shock.
"The- the pipes! Voices in the pipes!" Alexi yelled as he stayed in the cart.
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Post by mamajumbo on Jul 20, 2014 9:57:44 GMT -5
The dead body looked like nothing he has seen before, dissecting a subject on a table is one thing, investigating the environment to discover the reasons of such alterations on a cadaver is another. He analyses the room and emits his thoughts out loud through a surgeon mask as if he was still in school, giving his ideas to an imaginary partner.
"This is a shivering discovery, the body suffered so many different aggression I can't tell the causes of his death. This raises a few interrogations, why is he the only body left on the station? Everyone else might have survived and took shelter Forward to VDNKh or behind us in Prospekt Mira"
Not sure if anyone heard his discovery, but as he glanced at his companions, Vassili gets up, takes his belongings and make quick steps to follow the people taking the road up North "Wait for me!"
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Post by derchemiker on Jul 20, 2014 10:30:59 GMT -5
"Wait for me!" Michael turned and saw that vassili was quickly walking back to the cart. "Theres no need for you to hurry" answered Michael "Alexi here just discovered something, well lets say something 'new' that might will change his mind of travelling further north." He looked back at the door and leaned to the left so he could look in the tunnel. Still pitchblack and deadsilent. "Say doctor, do you know the stories about this 'singing pipes' phenomenon that appears from time to time in the metro? I think our friend here just witnessed these 'singing pipes'." Said Micheal still watching into the tunnel, wondering where the girl with the sunglasses now might be and if shes still alive. (Also Soul if you read this, would you mind creating an posting orde? )
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Post by kilroy on Jul 20, 2014 11:46:03 GMT -5
"What the hell? I knew the Metro was messed up. But that takes the cake." Alexi said as he sat. He broke out the last of his flares. If they traveled on, these would provide more light than the flashlights and headlamps.
"The people up there may need our help. They may need a way to escape. If we stay on the cart. We should be fine." Alexi said uncertainly. He wanted to help, but he liked living.
He looked at the group, they were all armed. Hopefully they could fight off whatever was in the tunnel. It wound come be the merchants decision, as it was his cart.
(I second a posting order.)
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Post by mamajumbo on Jul 20, 2014 11:56:58 GMT -5
"I heard of it, science talks about toxic gases flowing in them, there has been many attempt to seal them, but these old pipes always leak. Symptoms may vary from dizziness to a whole bad trip. I advice not to stick close to them and keep an eye on everyone, even the strongest looking men might panic and be a menace for the whole crew. There is also an occult gossip stating that ghosts are crawling in the pipes, sharing the nightmare of their last seconds on earth to the living." While mentioning the second story, the doctor frowns, giving a skeptical look at what he is saying, then a small grin starts to show. "But, as we all know, ghosts are supposed to pass through walls so why not pipes" He ends his explication with a light laugh.
" Seriously, now we must stick together, a victim of hallucinations who is left alone there might jump at us, and I don't want to end my story by a 'friendly fire'."
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Post by Soulthief on Jul 20, 2014 15:48:07 GMT -5
The trader man folds up on his cart, pulling up a can of some other red pork slosh, swishing it around in the can before putting it down in disgust, with a sick gag. He turns his head at the pipe-singer, shaking his head in dismay. "Don't follow the noise, otherwise you're food for some has-been Arbats... Damned worm cult. they aren't dead yet, you know." He mentions, carefully pulling up on the Nazi machine, letting it flip over a couple spikes. "Ah, Still good."
Switching on the lights once more as the stalker holds his flare up, sending a passage through the tunnel, he cranks the lever-motor just a bit more "So, hey, all of you! Come up here, you all. We won't get anywhere without making a nice little group, right?"
Already with mutual gain in mind, he scribbles down a smiley face and starts waving it around. "Ah... Yes! a band! we're the- uhm-" He stops to think about Alexis' recent experience and the rather ominous journey in general. "A name! Maybe something to do with... Echoes? Survival, Gauranteed and at no price!" With that, he winks, and gives off a classic advertisers' snap and any traders common clerk-like smile, in that exact order. It's not charming, it is more like some black-humor joke then an offer, but it is -something-.
"Speaking of which, any real name ideas?" He inquires, starting the train forwards at an almost non-existant speed, nonchalantly drawing some designs on the smiley, the briefly present joviality now gone and replaced with a traders' own little determination, not like the Hanseatics show, not like the desperate Bandits present. Something old-world in his form.
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