albin0fox
The Shinaniganator
She came to a stop and proceeded to cautiously eye whatever Kuru were nearby, simply holding a finger to her lips before waving him over to the entrance of her home, gesturing for him to slide in first.
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Beaurmont
The Born Again Novice
The masked man himself slowly came to a stop at the entrance, eyeing the corpses around this woman's...home. "Uh-huh..." He whispered as he passed through the entrance, not mentioning his disturbed feeling at her decor. A coo-coo alarm went off in his head as he passed through. Finally, someone with more of a life than just wallowing in self pity. Even if she enjoys bloody murder. He grins under his masked again, letting out a quiet chuckle.
albin0fox
The Shinaniganator
She slips in after him and unloads her weapons into their respective spots. "Pardon ze landscaping." She chuckled and held out a hands "but it keeps zen avay. I am Zorin."
Beaurmont
The Born Again Novice
"Pardon ze landscaping." The woman chuckled and held out a hand "but it keeps zen avay. I am Zorin." Her accent seems to have gotten even thicker when they reached her humble warm home..."I see you enjoy your Z's Zorin." The man cackled under his gas-mask, smiling like he came up with a witty joke. "My name is Archibald Hemlin. But you may refer to me as Archy. Pleasure to make your acquaintance love."
albin0fox
The Shinaniganator
Two cold eyes narrowed a fraction, unamused by his jab at her rather pronounced accent. This was Deuschland, for crying out loud. So what if her English was a bit fragmented. At least she didn't sound like some wailing pig when she spoke...like those damned Italians. She turned up her noise at his introduction, stretched out the creature she'd killed earlier and pulled a bowie knife from its wall mount.
"vell at least you 'ave some semblance of manners, Herr Hermin, Artbull." Zorin poked back, butchering his name as much as she was butchering the cat. "you haff been in Berlin long? It does not seem to be ze most popular place to spend ze holleeday as off late." She bantered.
"vell at least you 'ave some semblance of manners, Herr Hermin, Artbull." Zorin poked back, butchering his name as much as she was butchering the cat. "you haff been in Berlin long? It does not seem to be ze most popular place to spend ze holleeday as off late." She bantered.
Beaurmont
The Born Again Novice
He excused her butchering of his name, it's always fun to have a playful chat with those he met. Well, those who didn't want to murder Archy and wear his skin as a coat. Archy took a gander around the home, eyeing random pieces of interesting items. Perhaps I could buy these off her. Her thought to himself, his scavenger side coming out. "...Herr Hemin...why do you not responhd.?" Ms Zorin asked impatient. It seems she asked a question. He turned towards her a nodded to show he was listening. "I have...a hobby of collecting fine trinkets to sell." He found a shiny rock on the floor and bent down to pick it up. "Money...is still going strong. Even in this dark world." After a few glances he realized the rock was worthless and places it back where he found it. "But no, I have not been in Berlin long. I have been preparing to scavenge what I could, since Berlin was one of the first cities to go dark."
albin0fox
The Shinaniganator
Zorin nodded in understanding. It was true that Berlin had been only the second major city to fall, right after Paris. It was almost poetic in a way. Once a powerful mogul, the center of engendering; and all the prowess of Berlin, pride of the motherland, could not stand it's own against the creatures who now populated it. And son the entire country fell. All within a single week.
As far as she knew she was the only native German alive in Germany itself. What a lonely thought.
"I haff done my fair share in ze market." She confessed, laying the soft skin off to the side before quartering the cat and freeing the torso of it's meat. "Veapons and food seem to be priority, vith tobacco alng vith other herb and drink as a close second." She left out the fact that she made a hefty sum with her hidden tobacco garden, among other...smokeable and edible goods. A green thumb came in handy in times like these. "Vot catches your eye, Leetle Man?" She tossed the now cubed meat into a cast iron pot and set it over the fire pit in the center of the room. "I may be villing to part vith some valuables, should you haff ze proper coin." A hand raised over her head and pulled on the rope that was fastened to one of the water trenches overhead. With a soft gurgle, the water inside poured directly into the put as she added several pungient spices. Just because the world was dying didn't mean she couldn't enjoy a decent meal.
As far as she knew she was the only native German alive in Germany itself. What a lonely thought.
"I haff done my fair share in ze market." She confessed, laying the soft skin off to the side before quartering the cat and freeing the torso of it's meat. "Veapons and food seem to be priority, vith tobacco alng vith other herb and drink as a close second." She left out the fact that she made a hefty sum with her hidden tobacco garden, among other...smokeable and edible goods. A green thumb came in handy in times like these. "Vot catches your eye, Leetle Man?" She tossed the now cubed meat into a cast iron pot and set it over the fire pit in the center of the room. "I may be villing to part vith some valuables, should you haff ze proper coin." A hand raised over her head and pulled on the rope that was fastened to one of the water trenches overhead. With a soft gurgle, the water inside poured directly into the put as she added several pungient spices. Just because the world was dying didn't mean she couldn't enjoy a decent meal.
Beaurmont
The Born Again Novice
"Vot catches your eye, Leetle Man?" Archy watched as Zorin cooked her meal, the woman had an incredible system going on here. It must have taken quite a bit of work and preparation. A grin crossed his masked face, excited at the talk of merchandise. He glanced over at a box of ammunition in the corner, he believes he saw some very expensive, and hard to find, bullets lying around. "Well love, I'm sure I now know the reason for the heavy reduction in ammunition in this general area. A certain minx had taken it. Quite hard to come by ya know, not many people know how to make such delightful...trinkets." He paused a moment, making a short path behind Zorin, he could feel her eyes on him. Watching. "Some men would pay good coin for the ammo you hold, just in that box." He stopped and bent down to examine the ammo cache.
albin0fox
The Shinaniganator
(anything i put entirely in german will be erm...very f*cked up. so readers discretion)
There was a metallic flash, and the lid of the box was forced shut by the same, still bloodied bowie knife Zorin had used to butcher the cat. Archies fingers had missed being smashed my mere centimeters. "Wir Deutschen sind berüchtigt für hassen solche mit übermäßig
großen nasen!" Zorin snarled viciously and towered over the kneeling man, wrapping strong fingers around the handle of the blade in a slow, threatening manner. "So do not go shticking yours into places it is not velcome, leetle man." With very little effort she pulled the blade free and walked back over to the butchering table, and began trimming the cats hide of imperfections. "You vill find i am nothing if not territorial about my veapons...and i do not barter or sell zem...nor do i share vithout ample compensation."
There was a metallic flash, and the lid of the box was forced shut by the same, still bloodied bowie knife Zorin had used to butcher the cat. Archies fingers had missed being smashed my mere centimeters. "Wir Deutschen sind berüchtigt für hassen solche mit übermäßig
großen nasen!" Zorin snarled viciously and towered over the kneeling man, wrapping strong fingers around the handle of the blade in a slow, threatening manner. "So do not go shticking yours into places it is not velcome, leetle man." With very little effort she pulled the blade free and walked back over to the butchering table, and began trimming the cats hide of imperfections. "You vill find i am nothing if not territorial about my veapons...and i do not barter or sell zem...nor do i share vithout ample compensation."
Beaurmont
The Born Again Novice
(It's cool, I plan on doing rather poor translations of French and Spanish. Also, since I have a gas-mask on I realize I probably should speak in a muffled tone. x3)
His hand was nearly smashed, the box was sealed shut before he could inspect it further. While her skills were impressive her little show did not frighten him. Did she call me leetle man? He stepped back a few steps, rubbing the hand that was almost crushed. "I seeh. Not too keehn on friendship. Everh heard the phrase 'sharing is caring?'. I've heard it's something theh Americanhs came up with." Archy paused for a moment, holding his arms behind his back. "Youh should learn to not be so territorial loveh. It mahy be your downfall." He chuckled as if teasing Zorin's actions. "No matterh. I'm sure there are other things of worth here."
His hand was nearly smashed, the box was sealed shut before he could inspect it further. While her skills were impressive her little show did not frighten him. Did she call me leetle man? He stepped back a few steps, rubbing the hand that was almost crushed. "I seeh. Not too keehn on friendship. Everh heard the phrase 'sharing is caring?'. I've heard it's something theh Americanhs came up with." Archy paused for a moment, holding his arms behind his back. "Youh should learn to not be so territorial loveh. It mahy be your downfall." He chuckled as if teasing Zorin's actions. "No matterh. I'm sure there are other things of worth here."
albin0fox
The Shinaniganator
"I vould rather you sit shtill, for zen time being." Zorin was losing patience with this mans...assumptions that she would be willing to sell her things. Normally she would be more or less cordial with her guest, but something about him made her trigger finger itch. It had to be the mask...and his attitude. "vy not remove your mask? Ze air is clean in here. And it unnerves me."
Beaurmont
The Born Again Novice
A muffled chuckle comes from Archy at Zorin's request. "I don't trust any sorht of airh. Everywhere is contaminated." He turns away, trying to find a window to look out of. "Forgiveh me for my being shady. But with yourh skill, one should not feel and fearh from meh." Better safe than sorry is always the best. He will not risk any harm to come to his body, is bad for business.
albin0fox
The Shinaniganator
Zorin noticed his wandering gaze, despite the mask obscuring his features, and deduced he was inspecting the place, hopefully not for any nefarious reasons. "You like ze design? no vindows, no doors. Only holes for air, light, rain und shooting ze Kuru."
(sorry about the shortness but im working on a digital color job
(sorry about the shortness but im working on a digital color job
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Beaurmont
The Born Again Novice
(Is all good madam. x3)
Wind from the outside blew against the structure lightly, creating a low whistle sound. The holes in the home almost made a sort instrument, many different tones appearing at once. "Wehl I must say ith is quite masterful artworhk. Probably very difficult to do in quick succession. I...applaud your efforts here in earnesth." He turned back toward the woman, his gaze never leaving the walls. He spoke in a low tone, almost whispering to himself. "Now...howh did you build this...?" He asked in fascination.
Wind from the outside blew against the structure lightly, creating a low whistle sound. The holes in the home almost made a sort instrument, many different tones appearing at once. "Wehl I must say ith is quite masterful artworhk. Probably very difficult to do in quick succession. I...applaud your efforts here in earnesth." He turned back toward the woman, his gaze never leaving the walls. He spoke in a low tone, almost whispering to himself. "Now...howh did you build this...?" He asked in fascination.
albin0fox
The Shinaniganator
Zorin suppressed the urge to smile as she began scrubbing the hide clean. Of everything she had ever done, this bunker was her pride and joy. "Hard vork und experience in construction." She began. "used ze last of ze petroll in Berlin to recycle Ze Vall into vot you see. Simple drilling und knowledge of irrigation provided ze idea for ze ventilation und rain system." Her lips twitched in amusement, remembering many close calls while she built the place. Not a moment did she spend without the company of her dead companions. "it vos dangerous vork. Und after a short vile, I'd accumulated so many corpses ze place looked like a graveyard. Zis gave birth to ze idea for my ...." She gave a dark chuckle. "garden."
