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 Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 1:48 pm
In the Emporer's name; Than that of the 9th Primarch...  Let...none...survive... "Some called me that" he said as he caught the patch. and started lissening to the woman sing . when the sun hit his face he started to gather himself for the day but when Ivan offered his food he gave pause. yesterday the hunter and today he offers food, what an interesting person indead. I do not need to eat but That seems to be very little water the tought as he reached back and pulled out a canteen and handed it to ivan. "that should cover your needs." he said. and sat down where he had the night befor. sleep starting to feel like a good idea right about now. then the familiar p***k of the combat drugs intering his system. giving no outwards apperance but awaking fully. 
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2012 12:28 am
Выполнять только то, что нужно... бирюк Ivan took both the flask and the canteen, and filled the pot using a proportionate amount from each to keep some water in them. Handing them back, he put a pinch of salt in the water and left it to boil. He slid a box out from beneath his cot and opened the top, revealing several pounds of oatmeal and other dried goods. He arranged everything in front of him and sat back, letting the water boil.
"Since we're going to be here for a while longer, I suppose it wouldn't help to get to know each other.a little better." As the water came to a boil, Ivan placed the oats in the water, giving them a quick stir to ensure not remained on the surface. Then he sliced up the tomatoes and quartered the cucumbers, placing them in the pan, the wet flesh sizzling against the iron. The sounds of food cooking reminded him of better days, and something inside him felt that days were indeed getting better. ...Доверяйте только когда это удобно.
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2012 12:56 am
"Dreams and love are things of the past." "Now the only thing I sleep with is my gun." Ariana "Primrose" Willow Leana  She smiled as she watched Ivan, then sat down across from him.
"I am not opposed to making friends. Do you want any help with anything?" She said gesturing towards the food, smiling. Turning to Shadow she waved him over.
"Come on. Don't be a loner over there. This is nice!" She said, smiling.
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2012 1:40 am
In the Emporer's name; Than that of the 9th Primarch... Let...none...survive... he moved over to them and sat down. watching them both and seemed to relax slightly. "im Ulrik, Ulrik Bardin. thats my real name" he said firmly... As the food cooked the smell got to him and it spurred his memorie. "here, I just remembered i got this a few days ago. it should still be good." he said as he reached around behind him in a small pack. He pulled out a few bits of meat, leftovers from a rabbit he got a few days ago. "i got this downtown when i was hunting for some supplies. one of those things popped out of nowere hearing the shot. i unloaded my entrie MasterKey into it. i might have killed it but another one showed up out of nowere so i ran." he said a bit sheepishly. he tossed the meat next to Ivan sittingback down.
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2012 1:48 am
Выполнять только то, что нужно... бирюк Ivan was shocked when Ulrik produced actual meat, but then it struck him that if Ivan could find eggs, it wouldn't be impossible to find other edible creatures. He smiled and put the meat in the pan with some pepper, listening to the wonderful sizzle of cooking meat that had become almost alien from the years without anything similar. He listened to Ulrik's story as he placed the food on cracked, but clean, plates and bowls.
"At least you were able to get away. And that tells us that these things are somewhat vulnerable to our weapons." He handed the first serving to Ariana, and the second he slid over to Ulrik before helping himself. The eggs were amazing and warm, and the rabbit, though lean, was delicious without the usual gamey taste. "Do you think that we could find the nest? The rabbit's nest I mean. We could use more meat..." He cast a sideways glance at Ariana, sincerely hoping that she was enjoying the food. It had be a very long time since he'd cooked for anyone but himself, much less a woman. ...Доверяйте только когда это удобно.
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2012 2:19 am
"Dreams and love are things of the past." "Now the only thing I sleep with is my gun." Ariana "Primrose" Willow Leana Ariana took the plate, and stared at it. Hot food...wait. Wouldn't the smells attract the aliens? She was looking at Ivan with a worried stare, when she caught his look. She blushed, feeling incredibly rude when she took up some of the food and put it in her mouth. She couldn't help but smile, a flush of color at the pleasure of the hot food rose in her cheeks. It was so good.
"Sometimes we see animals too. There are still birds in central park." She told them smiling, before taking another bite of the food. "You guys .. you haven't thought about fishing before huh?" She asked, smiling.
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2012 3:00 am
In the Emporer's name; Than that of the 9th Primarch... Let...none...survive...  "The nest is half a days walk to the east. In a colapsed warehouse." he said to Ivan. then looking at the Girl. "You have to watch what fish you eat here. The military deployed a Virus out here that affected the Fish. Luckly it does not affect the water itself." then he took the plate from Ivan.setting it down he reatched to undo his helmit. Holding the comand pins the fasemask hissed and seperated from the rest of the helmit slightly. pulling off the rest of the helmit the face mask reset in its place .Looking up at them With his solid red eyes as he hooked his helmit to his belt.
His face heavaly scared with 2 tattoos the double headed eagle and below that the Blooky letters 001 just like the patch. his head shaved short and his face clean.
he picked up the plate and started shovaling it in. He could tast it but he knew now when he would have to bolt so he was not waisting time.. he quickly finished the meal. "thank you Ivan." he said as he set the plate down.
We can move this morning and hunt untill sundown. I have a camp site not far from there. but we must be carefull if we go, for theres a lictor that hunts in that area. he said to Ivan.
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2012 3:54 am
Выполнять только то, что нужно... бирюк "I would not fish in these waters even if I were starving to death. The many cars that plunged into the river have poisoned the waters, and the fish." He finished his meal and set the plate aside, meaning to go out and wash it later. He watched as Ulrik removed his faceplate, meeting red eyes with unwavering blue. He had heard stories about those eyes, horrible things, bordering on ghost stories told around campfires at night. He had never taken stock in it, but now that those eyes were here, in his house, eating food as a man, he believed every single word spoken in hushed tones. He remained silent, flicking his gaze back to Ariana, a small, crooked smile pulling at his lips as she enjoyed her meal. Company, he was quickly learning, was what he'd needed for quite some time. The place felt... whole.
As Ulrik spoke about his camp, he weighed his options. He could either stay, and possibly never see either of them again, living out his days as he had been for the past three years, or he could go with them, and possibly, almost certainly die. He looked around him, gaze lingering on each piece of furniture, recalling what it took to gather it. His mind heavily weighed the options, and he decided on action. He reached for his rifle and a medium-sized pack, well worn with years of hard use. Then, Ulrik's words brought a chill to Ivan's spine, and his hand tightened around his rifle until blood ran from his knuckles.
"Lictor... I know of it, though I have a different word for it. Охотник в темноте, hunter in the dark. A silent death. I've only managed to see it once, and I'm only alive because it was not hunting me..." As he spoke, Ivan's words were like ice. He had seen death, he had seen horror, but this thing truly frightened him. "It moves without sound, like a shadow. I've never seen anything like it. The way it hunted, it was so methodical, far more than any beast. It could track using signs that were weeks old, it could flank, it could drive... it could trap. And you want us to move into that thing's domain? Are you suicidal, or are we just bait?" He tossed Ariana a worried glance. ...Доверяйте только когда это удобно.
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2012 4:39 am
In the Emporer's name; Than that of the 9th Primarch... Let...none...survive... Ulrik watched unwaveringly as Ivan spoke of "All of what you say is true. but I am not suicidal. It is indeed a very skilled hunter but far from unbeatable" he said while taping on he lens of his helmit. " only there skin changes not there heat, so they are far from unkillable" he said with a cruel smile "how do you think I got this?" holding up a bit of his cloak "I ws with a squad of spooks out in the desert the creature stalked us for weeks picking us off one by one. untill I was the only one left, then it tryed to make its move. It burst from the sand tryin to impail me upon one of its hunting arms but I was ready" patting his lovely Masterkey, "it took 8 shots from this thing to put it down. but when it di dit had no head left. I realy am lucky to have skined it fast enuff for the cloak before it changed. he said
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2012 11:24 am
"Dreams and love are things of the past." "Now the only thing I sleep with is my gun." Ariana "Primrose" Willow Leana Ariana listened to them. Men... just for meat they would go risk their lives? She ate silently, knowing her decision. If it was just her... she would have considered it. But her thoughts traveled to Central Park, where a camp full of people, including her sisters children waited for her. She ate her food, happily enjoying it . She thought it was funny, they wouldn't talk about fish. She supposed neither of them traveled far outside the city or bothered to go into Central park.
"The Kennedy Resovoir is not infected. And the fish there is not bad." She spoke up, looking at them, her face gentle but worried. In fact, the Lake is not bad either. We've not been brave enough to fish the Harlem Meer or the Pond...but the other two have plenty of food in it. We all learned because of some of the others, who knew already. Taught us how to catch them, and gut them and stuff..what not to eat. You guys...you shouldn't go there. It's...very dangerous, if you guys are talking bout an A rank E.T's. You're thinking going going to the upper east side. Well, what remains of it. That side was... it was..." She trailed off, her face blanking as she pushed back memories, the last memories she had of the Upper East side... on the road with her sister, helping to to the side...screams every where...she pushed them from her mind firmly and took a deep breath.
"It's dangerous there. A bit of rabbit is not worth risking your lives for." She restated firmly, frowning at them.
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2012 2:24 am
Выполнять только то, что нужно... бирюк "I do not know of this Kennedy Reservoir. I had only been in he city a few days when... everything happened. I'm sure you'd understand if I did not use the last three years being a tourist." Ivan gave a soft chuckle, the first time he'd laughed in months. He inwardly doubted they'd even make it there, with a Lictor out and about, but at the same time, a good fishing spot could possibly feed him for months, years even. If there was trout, oh God trout... It made him think back to a time when the world was green and full of life. Smoked trout over an open hickory fire. If Ariana was right, and if he might even be willing to move and stay there. He had been feeling dark as of late, and perhaps a change of scenery was needed.
"Would you be willing to take us there? I mean, if you think you can trust us with travel through the dark alleys..." He chuckled again, throwing both of them a sideways glance, a glint of feigned mischief in his eyes. He started moving around the room, throwing what he would bring in a larger bag, tossing what he would leave behind in a corner. "If we are going to leave, we should do it soon. We don't want to be caught up outside when the shadows grow long..." ...Доверяйте только когда это удобно.
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2012 2:57 am
In the Emporer's name; Than that of the 9th Primarch... Let...none...survive... Ulrik watched, neutral. He had no real plans. Maby going with these people was not such a bad thing. why not I will go with them if I need to, I will kill them both and move on he saw the mischif in Ivans eyes and smiled to himself at his comment ad he reached down to his belt for his helmit. Placing it on his head he locked it into place and stood. "Well then, Shall we not go once Ivan has collected his things?" he said ans he walked to the way they came in and jumping off landing hard on the floor below feeling it crack and splinter under is masive weaght he steped forward rile raised scaning the area. If his new party was going to die it would be becouse he found them wanting not the outher way around.
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2012 3:07 am
"Dreams and love are things of the past." "Now the only thing I sleep with is my gun." Ariana "Primrose" Willow Leana Ariana blinked, her purple eyes shocked. That was it? That...was easy. She stood up, and watched Ivan start to collect his things, the empty plate still in her hands. Looking to Ulrik, suggesting they leave as soon Ivan collected his things. Biting her lip, hoping no one was planning a trap for one or the either. She wanted to help, but Ivan moved with such confidence, she wondered if he had thought about what he would have to take in a hurry in case this place ever needed to be left. She went to the window. Ulrik obviously had the ground covered. She stepped out of the window onto the fire escape, scanning the area from a birds eye. She could see several Genestealers a few blocks to their west. Good thing they were going northeast.... She turned and watched Ivan from the fire escape quietly, worried about Ulrik. He seemed so...strange... she turned when a bird call reached her ears from further north, and she strained her ears. she smiled when she recognized the signal. They were looking for her. Figures, she'd not been home for two nights now. She turned, cupping her mouth, and whistling out a call that sounded like a song bird back to the call. When it was returned to her, she gave a long whistle, three times in a row.
Don't advance. I am coming. She told them in with her whistles. Last thing she needed was for someone from the camp to come running towards her, with Gene stealers every where, and she was traveling with two of strange men, either one of them could very well be planning on murdering anyone he found anyways. she shivered at the though, then turned to see if Ivan was ready, her purple eyes expectant.
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2012 3:21 am
In the Emporer's name; Than that of the 9th Primarch... Let...none...survive... Sliping out the way he came in Ulrik sliped under the Fire escape When he herd the whistling there are outhers thats shes with, I hope this is no trap he thought as he covered the alley he had seen a few of the creatures to the west and had loaded his master key appropeatly to best way to deal with them just in case they where heading that way. then he looked up. seeing right up under her skirt. looking back down his sights quickly. he had not ment to but what was that feeling he had? embaresment? not he must crush that. feelings would get them killed and suppresed all emotion. the mission must come first.
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2012 3:40 am
Выполнять только то, что нужно... бирюк Ivan moved swiftly, bringing mostly food and small things, almost all useful. He did, though bring a few trinkets; a medal from his Grandfather, a small puck of metal, and three copper discs with an X engraved on them. Each piece had a story, and as such, were a part of him. He'd die before he left them behind. He heard both of his new companions depart the room, Ulrik heading down, loudly, and Ariana stepping out onto the fire escape. He would follow her, since that was his usual egress route anyway. Ivan assumed Ulrik either would follow them once he realized they stayed aloft, or would use the streets for his own path. His pack full, he secured it with zippers, buckles and belts, compressing it as much as possible without crushing anything inside. He needed it tight; too much shifting of weight would make it difficult to move and climb quietly. He folded up his cot, no more than metal rods wrapped in heavy canvas, and strapped that to the pack so it sat vertical, in line with his spine.
"I've long had a general plan on what to take and what to leave should the need arise." he told Ariana, almost as if sensing her thoughts. He piled everything else into a corner of the room, leaving it for other survivors to possibly find and use. He stepped onto the fire escape with her, his blue eyes bright and shining in the midday light, and he held her gaze for a short moment before glancing over her, checking if she had anything that would make climbing difficult. "Birdcall, eh? You never really mentioned there were more of you..." He glanced at her again, eyes narrower, wondering if she was leading them into a mugging. "Hasn't been birds in this part for almost two years." He picked up his rifle and chambered a round, the bolt smooth and clean with fresh oil, the metallic sound pleasurable to him. He slung the rifle and secured it with one last quick-open strap from his bag, preventing it from slipping from his shoulder. With that he grabbed a hold of the railing and launched himself over, catching the ledge of a neighboring rooftop and dragged himself up, turning to Ariana, eyes bright once more and a genuine smile on his face. "Do you need help, my lady?" he asked, almost issuing a challenge. Glancing down at sudden movement, he spotted Ulrik. Perhaps the brute wasn't so much of a lumbering, stubborn bear after all. ...Доверяйте только когда это удобно.
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