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 Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 12:44 am
Выполнять только то, что нужно... бирюк  "I'll live. Niel just says a need a few days to rest." She leaned close to him, and he could feel the heat from her body on his skin, smell her, hear her breath. For a moment, she filled his senses, and he was almost overwhelmed. His hand twitched, and he almost reached up for her, but forced his hand still, and shifted a little bit to let his leg off the bench. He was being foolish, letting Niel's words and his own silly thoughts get the better of him. Still though, something about her was different, novel and alien, and yet familiar. He tried to shake the thought form his mind, but there it stayed.
He saw her slightly tense up as whistles filled the air around them. Something was obviously wrong, but she did not react further, only opening those twilight eyes again and looking at him. In the deep violet, he could see a great many things, but they were so mixed that he could not decipher any single one. He shifted again, sitting side by side with her, but his gaze still meeting hers, the firelight giving life to their eyes.
"Tell me about yourself. Whatever you want to tell. Do so, and I will answer any question you have." ...Доверяйте только когда это удобно
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 1:04 am
"Dreams and love are things of the past." "Now the only thing I sleep with is my gun." Ariana "Primrose" Willow Leana  She blinked at him in surprise. He wanted her to tell him something...about herself? She smiled at him, a gentle smile. What was there to tell? This was her life. Oh...well there was more to her then that, she supposed. She used to have many things about her. Favorite scents, flavors, colors. A twin sister, a career. She'd sighed. Her life, before the end was easier than most peoples. Though she'd tried to compensate, giving away most of her money to charities for humane causes (what good that did...) she still felt as if there was something she'd missed all that time. With these complicated thoughts she stood up and went to the water. Good. It was hot, but not hot enough to burn. She reached down and grabbed some protective mits for her hands and lifted the hot pot off the fire, setting it down on the ground.
"One...second." She told him, hopping over his legs. Turns out the black tent she'd peeked around was hers, and she entered it, grabbing another large metal tub. The beastly cauldron looking pot she'd used to heat the water was a cooking pot, and she did not want to contaminate it - for fear of Maria's wrath. She transferred some of the hot water into the large metal tub she'd grabbed, then placed it by Ivan's feet. Kneeling, she gently picked his sore leg up, and lowered it into the water.
"I... really don't know what to tell." She said softly. "When people said...tell me about yourself in the past... you had a career, family, hobbies, likes, dislikes...a life to talk about. Now, what you see is my life. Now my life revolves around looking for Derek, taking care of his children, and this camp of people. Finding people...bringing them here. Running from Genestealers...All I have is what I used to be, and what I am now. " she said simply, sitting down next to him again, and turning her head to gaze at him steadily, her pink hair glowing bright orange on the side that faced the flame, the other half of her face covered in shadows. "What about you. You've been alone all this time, so If I were to ask you to tell me something about you...what would you say?" She asked this in a soft gentle voice.
 At the gates... Neil was packing the wound with gauze from his medical pack. The first runner had already returned with a stretcher, meeting the second one on the way there - he'd not even bothered telling Ariana or the others, which the second runner now took as his task. The stretcher was an old fashioned one, made from wood, and secured tent fabric. He ran with it above his head so that he would not trip over it, and he collapsed by Neil.... When Ulriks eyes snapped open, he would see he was half unarmored, and a black doctor ordering three large men to move him onto it. "One da counta three mon, one...three! Go!" He said, and they all lifted him up, one by his legs, one at his back side, using his arms, and another on his left side, lifting up and pushing right. Two of the men now switched to his front, and feet, and began to swiftly carry him to the camp, shouting all the way. Neil ran swiftly beside them.. "Good mon! You awake! You stay awake, Talk to me. Tell me ya name mon!"
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 1:35 am
In the Emporer's name; Than that of the 9th Primarch...  Let...none...survive..."I am Ulrik, First of the Shadows. Where are you taking me."He asked his body on fire but his mind calm and collected "Where Is my armor?" he askes as he reached acrost his chest
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 2:19 am
Выполнять только то, что нужно... бирюк Ivan sighed in relief as the pain melted away in his leg, which he suspected had as much to do with Ariana's touch as the warm water. He also made a mental note that she entered the large black tent without hesitation, meaning it must be hers. He listened to her answers, the words ringing with both contentment and pain. Ivan could imagine how much things must have changed for a woman such as her. Her trim physique was not the result of a hard life, but most likely rather careful diet and exercise, and he knew without a doubt that her unnatural hair and eye color were the work of science. He looked at her, how her face was split, one half bright and full of energy, and the other dark. It seemed fitting, a visual betrayal of everyone's conflicted nature.
"I am бирюк, the Lone Wolf. I've been that way ever since my grandfather died many years ago. I've lived for others only so far as to prevent unneeded deaths. Everything else was for me and me alone. I've been surviving since as long as I could remember. It is not an easy life, but is any life truly easy?" His words were quiet but firm, and his eyes never left hers. He knew his eyes would be a steely grey as they told of all the pain and suffering he had both seen... and caused. Ivan had a past that he'd spent years trying to forget, and he hoped Ariana would never have to find out. If she did... He shook the thought from his mind. He would not give in to that dark again.
"Also, thanks to my grandfather's insistence, I can speak five languages. English, Español, Deutsche, Français, and obviously русский." ...Доверяйте только когда это удобно
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 3:11 am
"Dreams and love are things of the past." "Now the only thing I sleep with is my gun." Ariana "Primrose" Willow Leana She listened to him, her breathing steady. He spoke, his words rang of pain as if he'd seen many wars pass already. He'd been alone since before the end, she concurred. She didn't know how she would have handled that. She'd never been alone. On the Upper East side of New York, her twin and her son had lived with her while she was pregnant, Alex's husband had been a surgeon, so he was not home enough to take care of her. The times before that, Ariana had been on tour with her friends, band, all over the world except to those dark places they never allowed her to go. She smiled when he told her that he could speak five languages.
"A man of many talents." She said, reaching up and pushing some of her hair out of her face. "Life was not so hard for some. For me, it was easy as breathing, my only fears were letting my fans down, my voice cracking on stage... I would be so nervous, before a concert. My twin, Alexandra, the children's mother. She was the more calm, nurturing, logical part of me. My better half. I've always been wild, even as a child. Full of emotion, fighting with children bigger then I was, even if it was just to protect a kitten from being bullied. She talked me out of trouble so often!" She said smiling. "Yah...my life was easier then most. I always gave what I could away, because I didn't need it. There was more then enough. I guess...I've never actually lived for myself, but always to see what kind of smile I can bring to someone else's face..." She looked to him, looking slightly abashed and embarrassed. "I shouldn't talk so much. Sorry." She told him sheepishly.
The shouts were drawing closer. "What...is that?" She said softly, standing, her small height doing nothing for her in the aid of seeing sooner. Her eyes widened as Neil ran, leading two Brutes with a stretcher. She did not recognize the man, but...the armor that adorned his lower abdomen...
"Is that...Ulrik?" She gasped. Neil zoomed past them, ordering people out of the way. Ariana turned and grabbed the pot she'd heated the water in, and winced. IT was still hot to touch, but nothing so serious as to burn her. She hurried to Neils tent, where he was having Ulrik placed.
"This is already boiled...Let me help-"
"You get outta here Ariana! Dis not being a sight for you." Neil ordered her out after taking the pot of water and she stepped backwards, blinking. She shook her head, and retreated back to Ivan, as people began to bring Neil towels and medical supplies, as not to be in the way.
She sat back down next to him, and her face furrowed in worry. "Damn it...I knew I should have tried to stop him earlier....after that.. Genestealers must have been swarming the area, drawn by the noise."
Neil turned to Ulrik. "Nah, don't you be going a fussin. Your armor not b e what you should be worryin' about right now. You just sit dere, and keep talkin. I dunna care what you be talking, just talk." He said as he began to clean the wound with the hot water, and fresh towels, Maria entering the tent and preparing a strong needle and surgical thread for him. Taking the gauze out, Neil began to clean, and inspect. A clean cut. "It be gonna hurt mon." Neil warned, as he dug into the wound. It looked like no major organs were severed,
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 7:11 am
In the Emporer's name; Than that of the 9th Primarch... Let...none...survive... "There is no interneal damage" ulrik said he knew becouse he knew what it would feel like. It woud not have been the first time he had been severely wounded on multiple ocasions. calm and collected he looked over to the doc. "Stich the wound quickly and I will heal on my own. And I ask again where is my armor?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 10:46 am
Выполнять только то, что нужно... бирюк As Ariana spoke of her life, Ivan tried to imagine a life where such comforts were commonplace. He supposed it took a certain kind of person to lead such a life, as the mere thought of being around that many people made him nervous. But this woman, she had a strange sort of inner strength that he only detected when it started to boil over in her actions and words. For him, she was caring and attentive, without being matronly, with the children she was protective without being overly strict, and with the others around the camp she was authoritative without lording over them. He admired that about her.
He was about to say something that had come to mind, but his thoughts were interrupted by a commotion. Ariana moved to see, and Ivan peered as best he could, catching a glimpse of Ulrik's armor-clad legs, his chest bare, and the undeniable crimson of a great deal of blood staining the litter in which they carried him. Ivan started to move, to give assistance, but his leg throbbed and they seemed to already have things under control, so he resettled himself again. When Ariana returned and started talking, he took her hand in his to get her attention.
"Do not blame yourself. It was his way, and seeing as he seems to have survived the attack, his way has not come to an end yet." Ivan had seen the claw marks on Ulrik's armor once before, and the memory sent a visible chill up his spine. "Lictors. There is no doubt about it. He is truly fortunate to be breathing. If it were anyone else, we would not have found the remains..." Ivan became lost in thought again, subconsciously pulling his arms in, and since he had not let go of her hand, he pulled Ariana closer to him. ...Доверяйте только когда это удобно
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 1:06 pm
"Dreams and love are things of the past." "Now the only thing I sleep with is my gun." Ariana "Primrose" Willow Leana Ariana was shocked out of her guilty train of thought when his warm hand took her small one. She looked down at their hands, surprised, blinking. She wasn't sure to make of it, but her ears heard his voice, and while still staring at their hands, she listened to him, his words soothing her. He was attacked by lictors, Ivan seemed to think. She shivered violently at the thought of that. Poor Ulrik...though, it was his fault to begin with going back the way he'd come with the explosion. She pushed that thought from her head though.
Sighing, she nodded.
" Right...Now the focus is to heal him, and get him strong again. Perhaps this will be a life changing experience. Maybe he'll be friendlier when he gets better." She said smiling a bit, but when he pulled her in she was caught off guard, and fell against his chest. Her cheeks burned crimson and she looked up at him. He seemed unfocused she...she was guessing he didn't mean to do that. Or perhaps he needed contact? He'd been alone for a very, very long time- and maybe just wanted to feel another person near him. Either way, she didn't take this as an act of anything other then what it was - a subconscious movement. So she didn't move. It was getting chilly , and he was warmer than the cold air. She realized then how exhausted she was. She'd not slept the night before, and she'd spent the night before that running after taking shelter in a very bad spot to take shelter in. She'd not even tried to fight, she'd simply ran. How had she stayed awake all this time? Caffeine...she remembered stopping at what used to be a convenience store, and seeing those 10 hour energy pills. She'd popped four of them. She let out a small tired sigh. She could hear Ulrik talking to Neil in the tent.
Good...he's talking... maybe there's a chance for him to live after all. She was embarrassed that she felt so comfortable, laying on Ivan this way, but her twilight colored eyes fell closed, and she fell into a gentle sleep on the chest a strange and interesting man who had introduced himself by pressing his blade against her neck.
Neil growled a bit, his bright white teeth flashing as he bared them. "Who be da doctor mon? I be da doctor. Your armor will be brought in by da sentries." He told him, reaching into his bag again, and uncapping a syringe with a long needle, and clear liquid. "Dis be morphone mon. Dis help." He said, as he leaned down to inject the precious liquid into Ulrik's arm.
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 6:05 pm
In the Emporer's name; Than that of the 9th Primarch... Let...none...survive...  Ulrik blocked his arm with his hand "Do not inject me with that. Becouse of the ammount of blood loss and Combat drugs cousing thrue my viens the morphine will cause my systems to go into show shock. and posibly killing me." ulrik said. knowing this becouse he had intintionaly added combat drugs to try and stay awake during his fight this doctor is going to kill me. He has no Idea how my physeoligy works. "Stich me up and get me my armor doc. I will heal once it has been closed. Look, see?" he said as he twisted his arm to show one of the many outher stab wounds that the Lictor inflicted but he wound had cloted over and was starting to heal at a rapid rate. " this was inflicted by the same creature, and is healing. Stitch quickly, for soon I wil start stiching myself."
Then he herd Ivan well atleast he knows whats the diffrence from a lictor and a gaunt. But what was that a sound of happyness that he was found? he thought as he herd his sisters voice again . Forgive! maby I have lost more blood than I thought. I will deal with that later, my body takes priority. he thought looking at the doc with a hard stare
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 6:32 pm
Doctor Neil
The doctor raised his eyebrows.
"Ah, so dat be why you wearin such a burden. You be militia. You got dem special scientific alters. You be right mon, I canna give you nuttin for da pain. I don't mess around wit dis military stuff. Nasty business mon, altering humans like dat." The doctor put the cap back on the needle of the morphine as he spoke and put it back in his bag. He leaned down, and began to stitch the wound.
"I afraid yer armor is ruined mon. Shredded on da side. Dat ting na gonna be any use til ya fix it mon." He said as he stitched. "Na ma job to go retrieve it. Da brutes be bringing it in when dey come."
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 6:43 pm
In the Emporer's name; Than that of the 9th Primarch... Let...none...survive... Ulrik sat there lissening to the doc as he stitched him up. he had no Idea the torture Ulrik had to endure for his enhansments. but even thrue the years of pain he would not have changed it for the world. "let me be the judge of my armor, as you said. Yout the Doc" ulrik said as he stitched him if he knew nothing of ulriks body he would know less of his armor. and with that ulrik layed there waiting for the doc to finish.already starting to hunger. He would need to eat an enormus amountto recove all the blood and tisue he lost.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 5:06 am
Выполнять только то, что нужно... бирюк Ivan had been lost in thought, his mind filled with memories of the times he had barely escaped with his life, when a weight on his chest brought him back to the present. He looked down to see Ariana pressed against him, eyes closed and breath steady, asleep. His heart pounded and his breath hitched, he had to will them back to normal for fear his heavy pulse would wake her. He looked around nervously for anyone else, but everyone was either busy with Ulrik or getting ready for the night. The sun was already below the horizon, the sky as deep a violet as the woman's eyes. The fire had burned down a bit, and the heat from Ariana's body made the flames feel cold.
He looked down at her again, this woman sleeping against his chest, who had found him and had brought him to this place of green and life. It felt surreal, like he was dreaming. He expected to wake up on his cot any minute now, surrounded by the cold concrete walls he had known for years, but when he placed his arms around her, she felt warm beneath his hands, so it had to be real, she had to be real. He sat there for a few moments, feeling her heart beat, listening to her breathe. Everything was so peaceful, so natural.
The water had lost its heat, and Ivan's leg was feeling much better, so he gently scooped Ariana up, cradling her in his arms. He stood up and moved carefully to her tent, making sure to not wake her nor put too much stress on his ankle. He slipped into her tent and placed her on her bed, drawing the sheets up over her. She looked to be deep in sleep, no doubt exhaustion having caught up to her. No sooner had the thought that than a yawn escaped his lips. He was tired as well, given the day's events. He left her tent, stopping to give her one last glance at the entrance. He drew the tent flaps closed to give her privacy, then gathered up his boot and made his way to his own tent. He noticed that the boys had managed to place it directly behind hers. They had even set up his cot. He shed clothing and slipped into the sheets, feeling for the first time completely secure in his own bed. He hadn't even bothered to place his rifle within arms reach, but, as he drifted off to sleep, he realized that he had no need. ...Доверяйте только когда это удобно
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 5:40 am
In the Emporer's name; Than that of the 9th Primarch... Let...none...survive... The doc was done stitching him and ulrik looked over at him "Thank you." he said looking back at the ceiling "now I must rest" his eyes where so heavy he must have been coming off the drugs. then his would fell to blackness.
it felt like seconds but when he opened his eyes it was morning. his side a dull ach but when he touched it it was scabbed over this must have been worse than I thought normaly his quickened healing dealing with the most minor of wounds in just a few hours but this one was still healing. then he checked the outher wounds, they where healed over and fresh scare tissue replaced it. sitting up he looked around the tent. There was medical equipment all around the area. I must be in the apothicarion the tought as he swung his legs over the side. below him his mangled armor sat. picking it up he inspected it. There was dented and broken plates all acrost the front and his helmit was almost beond repair but the back of the suit was largely intact. he fliped it over and lifted up his cloak opening the small consealed backpack he pulled out metal plates and started reparing his armor. he was able to do this quickly seeing he had them attached my small mettal rings that he could easlly snap off and back on. after around 10 min he had the outer armor portion repaired but not the servo musile that was under it. that would take longer. but becouse of his streangth he could still wear his armor. so he doned it on helmit off and steped outside looking for food.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 2:25 pm
"Dreams and love are things of the past." "Now the only thing I sleep with is my gun." Ariana "Primrose" Willow Leana Ariana was up, already, dressed in black slacks and a loose fitting mans dress shirt. She was barefoot and she was helping serve the camp breakfast. She was lost in her thoughts most of the morning distracted. She remembered talking to Ivan, his hand...leaning against him... falling asleep. She was...embarrassed about the thought of what she did. She, so far had not gotten any crap for it - so no one must have known...Meaning Ivan didn't ask anyone to put her in the tent she woke up in...her own, in her bed. Meaning Ivan must have put her there. When she realized this she'd blushed furiously and she had let her pink hair fall in front of her face, easily masking the blush on her cheeks. What a sweet guy.
Oatmeal. Non perishable, easy to make, and PLENTY of it. And it filled people up. The last of the line had been served already and she'd seen everyone but Ulrik and Ivan. They must still be recovering from yesterday. She filled up to large bowls of the hot food and looked up just in time see Ulriks towering frame came out of the doctors tent. She put a metal spoon the steaming bowls, and waved to Ulrik.
"Hey! Good morning. You hungry?" She called to him cheerfully.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 4:03 pm
Выполнять только то, что нужно... бирюк The sun was up when Ivan awoke, and the camp was bustling. It was warm, so he only pulled on his pants and boots. The swelling was all but gone from his foot, and there was very little pain when he stepped on it, so the limp was slight and masked by his usual gait. He tended to his rifle first, looking it over for signs of wear and corrosion, applying light oil to the exposed metal. Then he tended to himself, stretching, keeping himself flexible. The sun was warm against his exposed skin, and he absentmindedly traced his hands over old scars. There were several lines of puckered skin that adorned his upper body and arms, long and jagged ones from knives and shrapnel and a single dot on the front of his right shoulder, its mate on the back from the one time he had been careless enough to take a bullet.
He was drawn back around to the fire pit in front front of Ariana's tent, and he sat on the bench, the memory of last night coming to him. He sent a sideways glance at her tent, now empty, and he surmised that she must be doing something with the people, her people. He made his way to the sound of activity. Coming from between two tents, he spotted a group of people, Ariana at the center, handing out breakfast. His stomach rumbled, reminding him of the fact that he'd had only the one meal yesterday. ...Доверяйте только когда это удобно
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