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Post by Karcentric on Jan 28, 2011 2:01:55 GMT -5
"Hi." A stalker with long, dark hair asked in a quiet voice, "What's Duty doing so far out of the garbage area?"
"We looking for stalkers that want to avoid the perils of the Garbage, among other things." Rurik said watching as the three men that had accompanied him were each talking to the rookies of the camp. "As well as picking up some things from Sidorovich, it's a good way of getting information from the outside world, as well anything we don't hear about in the zone regarding various factions. If your interested in leaving Cordon speak to one of the others, now if you excuse me." With a nod of his head he walked to the bunker which Sid never left.
"Rurik, I see you've graced us with Duty's presence. I suppose your here for this." Sidorovich said holding up a thick envelope. "It'll cost you."
Throwing a small bundle of cash on the counter, and taking the package. "That'll be all thanks." Rurik said, stuffing the documents into his pack and walking back up the steps into the cool weather of the zones winter. Walking back to the fire and crouching down to warm his hands.
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Post by Epicus Doomicus Bentleyficus on Jan 28, 2011 4:25:45 GMT -5
"My back...is killing me!"
Another night on the rocks. Another bloody night spent spent on gravel with two shotgun barrels lodged deeply somewhere between the second and third lumbar discs. The man propped himself against the wall, trying with all 'is might to ignore the wails of nervous agony coming from his back. Without a warning, an unmarked, helpless can of meat* named simply "Tourist's Delight" had found its way to his hands and soon had its contents emptied into the bowels of one Boris Ignatovich, a rather agog, yet blissfully ignorant greenhorn "stalker", one of many laying around the campfires of the fabled "Rookie Village", of the "Cordon Militarized Area" of the southern outskirts of the Chernobyl Zone of Alienation of Ukraine of Europe of Earth of Solar System of Milky Way...
Without a clue about what the trader would force him to do this time, he set off after the old man's underground lair of overpriced wares, only to see something resembling a human being, a metallic insect and a mythical giant in one descending down the stairs leading to the bowels of hell**.
"I am going to back away now. No bloody way am I going to be cramped down there with both that thing and Sidorovich !"
Switching the gear to "reverse", he retreated back into the premises of the village*** where a freshly arrived group of soldiers clad in red and black picked their toes and scratched their backs, weary from their trip through the inhospitable terrains of the incredibly irradiated heaps of Soviet crap, named simply "The Garbage". And then, it struck him. The bug-giant-robot thing had the same patterns on its metallic hide! Was that a pet or a robotic servant of theirs?
"Excuse me, umm...Folks in black and red? What is that humongous thing rambling about the camp? I think it wants to eat our trader, because it just trampled its way down his underground crypt ."
A series of ground-shaking stomping**** informed him that the monster had just eaten Sidorovich and was about to devour the rest of the Rookie Village one by one. Shuddering, he turned around, only to see the monster trying to warm itself up by the fire.
"Umm...Hello? Uhh...What are you doing here and...what did you do to Sidorovich?"
* of questionable origin **A hell to anyone desperate enough to buy pretty-much anything from Sidorovich ***In the Zone, an average village consists of five to six abandoned houses from the good ol' Soviet era. ****In Boris' own mind, every step made by Commander Rurik shakes up tectonic plates.
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Post by Karcentric on Jan 28, 2011 10:55:07 GMT -5
"Umm...Hello? Uhh...What are you doing here and...what did you do to Sidorovich?" Rurik heard a stalker ask.
Looking to meet the stalkers eyes, "I'm here to pick up certain documents relating to events inside and outside the zone, and look for any one looking to leave this little village." Rurik said standing, rubbing his hands together before answering the second part of the question with an emotionless voice, "I ripped him in half for the good of mankind."
The stalkers eyes widened at the statement.
Laughing and clapping the stalker on the back, "Occasionally Duty picks up specialised equipment from the outside world, or information from Sidorovich, and on occasion I pick up the equipment or information." He explained.
"If your interested in joining us on the return trip then be ready to leave soon."
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Post by Epicus Doomicus Bentleyficus on Jan 28, 2011 11:34:52 GMT -5
"I ripped him in half-"
The monster was apparently capable of paralyzing its victims with the sound of its voice, because Boris could not move an inch. Ripping Sidorovich in half would certainly take all the might in the world, considering the trader's generous girth*. Finally, the panicking screams from his brain forced Boris to inhale, which he did, rather abruptly. However, nothing could have prepared for what was about to come next.
"...joining us...trip...soon"
Join it? Join it? The only way he'd be able to keep up with it was if he rode on its back. Even though the thing was certainly capable of carrying him** on its back, he was not sure it would be pleased with a jockey on its back, especially if the aforementioned rookie used a battered TOZ-34 as a riding crop. Ignoring the absolutely weird picture forming in his mind, he concentrated on other, more pressing matters, such as getting out of the damn camp. Having the monster up close might help fend off whatever nasty thing with teeth, claws and telepathic mind-crushing attacks dare rush them. For now, it might be a good idea to go along.
"Okay. Keep cool, relax, don't anger it. It can talk. It can rip you in half. Sure, I'd love to...Umm, wha- I mean, who are you?[/i]"
He bit his tongue as hard as he could. What in the bloody name of Sidorovich's neck fat*** was he thinking? That thing was probably going to pound him mercilessly into dirt and leave him there for asking such a stupid thing. Its owners were now rallying up the other rookies, most likely in order to feed them to it. With a sigh of a pancreatic-cancer patient who had just been told the worst news possible, he approached the group, ready to meet his maker.
*Measured in metres **As well as rest of the rookie camp ***Measured in kilograms
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Post by Karcentric on Jan 29, 2011 13:11:41 GMT -5
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Post by Lysander on May 29, 2011 6:43:17 GMT -5
Disciple strode down the steps to the trader, when he got to the bottom a gruff voice from behind the counter said. "What you want?" "Gimme two grenades and a silenced pistol." Disciple replied taking out his wallet. "Jeez man, you sure you've got that kind of money?" "What d'you mean, that kind of money?" "I mean to say, that costs a lot, rookies can't usually afford that much shit."Sidorovich replied. "How much?" "2100 roubles my good man." Sidorovich chuckled. "Oh, i see, i'll just take the pistol then." "Ok, good man, that'll be 600 roubles then" the Trader said, holding out his hand. Disciple took out the money and dropped it into Sidorovich's sweaty palm. Sidorovich then closed his hand and put the money into a secure steel container under his desk, standing up, he went through a door at the back of his room, Disciple could hear him rummaging around and talking to himself. At last Sidorovich returned to the room, holding a new looking silenced pistol in his hand. "One PB1s pistol for you." he said, handing the pistol to Disciple who tucked it into his belt. "Anything else?" "No,well, there is one thing." Disciple pulled his P9M out of his pack. "Can i sell this?" The trader took it in his hands, examining it. "I can give you 400 for this, which is a pretty good offer considering the state that it's in." "Sounds all right to me." Disciple said handing Sidorovich his pistol.
Disciple Bought:PB1s x1 Disciple Sold:Walker P9M x1
Expendeture: 600 ru Profit: 400 ru
Character money: 5000 ru New amount: 4800 ru
CHECK
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Post by Lysander on May 29, 2011 15:19:44 GMT -5
Stepping out of the bunker into the cool winter air; Disciple saw some black and red suited figures talking to some of the rookies, they looked very well equipped, not someone he wanted to go picking fights with. Sighting the nearest fire with noone near it, Disciple walked over and sat down next to it, holding his hands out to the flames for warmth. It was at this point that he realized that he was hungry, he hadn't had any food since yesterday morning. He reached into his pack, feeling around for some food. His numb fingers were met with success as he pulled out a tin of sardines, pulling a tarnished fork out of his jacket pocket, he hungrilly ripped the lid off the tin and speared one of the oily fish on the end of his fork, pulling down his bandanna as he did so. The fish was surprisingly good, it took him back to his days in the Spetsnaz, eating ration packs in a foxhole; just thinking of his days in the army made him snarl, if anyone spoke tried to press him in again, he'd rip their throat out. ((If your interested we had a group leave recently you can fast track to this thread if you'd like to get closer to the action and Rostok, feel free to scavenge some belongings from bandits. It's just that we're fairly quiet currently.
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Post by milch on May 31, 2011 14:34:45 GMT -5
There it was. The rookie village. This is pretty much how he imagined it from the guide's description. A few odd shacks with the bare remains of what used to be roofs, with one lonely man sitting by the campfire eating sardines out of a tin. As he got closer he saw more men talking. Few of them wearing black and red uniforms, the others wearing whatever they preferred. Pianist went up to the man by the fire and said "Care if I join your feast?" He hasn't eaten anything since he entered the Zone.
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Post by Lysander on May 31, 2011 15:01:23 GMT -5
Hearing footsteps behind him, Disiple turned round, his hand jumping to his belt where his pistol was holstered. Standing behind him was another loner, wearing a jacket not unlike his own, a large assault rifle across his back. "Care if i share your feast?" the loner said, looking apprehensively at the kalashnikov lying next to disciple. "Sure thing." said Disciple, quickly judging that this man would be no trouble, but if push came to shove he could quickly overpower him. He moved his rifle and motioning to the ground beside him. "Come, sit, want some food?" Disiple said, reaching into a pack and bringing out another can of tinned meat nad holding it out to the stalker.
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Post by milch on May 31, 2011 15:26:53 GMT -5
Pianist happily accepted the tin. He didn't expect such friendliness from someone he didn't know, but this wasn't the outside world, it was the Zone... As he sat down and opened the tin simultaneously Pianist said "I need to make some money my friend, and I need to make it fast. You got anything for me?"
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Post by Lysander on May 31, 2011 15:40:43 GMT -5
"-You got anything for me?" Disciple was pleasantly surprised, this may be the opportunity that he was looking for, he scratched his scar, thinking about that fateful night with the military, the night he lost his Dragunov. "Well, as it happens, i have." Disciple said to the stalker "I'll have to know your name first of course."
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Post by milch on May 31, 2011 17:13:07 GMT -5
"My name is Pianist. Im not that good with guns yet but that'll come. Looking for money and some help to find someone in the Zone... what elese you need to know?" Pianist was quite happy that he might have been getting a job.
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Post by Lysander on May 31, 2011 17:42:01 GMT -5
"Well my friend, i might have a job for you." Disciple smiled. "There's this cabin, not far from here, a few weeks ago i was captured by these military guys, i killed their commander you see, had a little quarrel with him from my army days." He scratched his scar, remembering the night with the military. "Well, they took something important to me and, in the middle of beating on me they were-" He paused, trying to find the right word."-distracted by something, and in my hurry to escape i forgot all my gear, so i was left with just this ak and this pack i picked up when i was running. If you can help me to find my gear and that special item, we can split the loot and i'll give you something out of my pack, your choice." Disciple smiled and held his hand out to Pianist. "We got ourselves a deal?"
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Post by milch on Jun 1, 2011 7:30:18 GMT -5
"Deal, just one more thing" said Pianist with an expression of happiness on his face. "I need to go and get something from Sidorovich.
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Post by Lysander on Jun 1, 2011 14:42:10 GMT -5
"I recommend a silenced pistol for stealth 'cos we might be doing some sneakin' around, twenty minutes and we're leaving so get your shit together." Disciple replied, standing up, picking up his rifle and shouldering his pack. "I'll wait outside the bunker for you."
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