Uncultured
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Futuristic The Hunt for the Codex
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Uncultured
Dreamer/Cynic
Martin Volex
"This is two, what is your status?" said Two over the intercom that was installed within Martin's head compartment, two was the leader of the Black Ops operations division of the Petersburg security forces, as a result he was one of the most powerful men in the world and his network of informants and assassins ranged from the city itself to the far east and the southern tip of Africa, a powerful man no doubt and one that Martin would answer within a second with his memorized code word. "Evergreen, target in sight" said Martin as he looked through the scope of his rail sniper, a type of weapon that accelerated bullets using magnetism. His target was a political dissident who had been hiding out among the filth of the lower districts, working with various groups of rebel and criminal scum to undermine the government he had grown to hate so much, Martin viewed it as an ironic endeavor for the man, would he prefer to live among the filth of the wasteland as a mutant or a cannibal, the city had given the man everything he had, it had given the family that he had abandoned in his selfishness, a place to live. Volex laughed to himself internally as he thought over the man's actions against the government.
The air was thick and disgusting above the agent's head and Martin thanked god for one moment that he had lost the ability to feel humidity and temperature along with the ability to feel the lack of cleanliness in the air, he was grateful for his new form as his cybernetic body's sensors displayed a massive amount of pollution in the air along with a high humidity level and a temperature in the mid nineties. The weather of the super city was the usual business, like most days it was smoggy, hot and putrid and for those poor souls doomed to work outside, their risk for bronchitis and emphysema rose with every day that they endured the filthy air.
Martin sat posted on the cusp of the roof's window of the massive apartment block, the apartment block was a perfect geometrical square that extended two miles along the width and the length, and the building's massive frame was only accentuated by the amount of stories it rose to, as the structure was two thousand and nine hundred feet tall, a total of two hundred and ninety floors. Within the building there was a central pavilion that ran the height of the building, the pavilion was the equivalent of a town square for the microcosm of a city that was held inside of the building. Within the massive pavilion were stores, clothing shops, grocery stores, barbers, anything that would be needed by the common man could be found within the central square of the building and the immense square glass roof that allowed natural light to flow into the pavilion would be the perfect vantage point for Martin to fire upon his target.
The skyline of the city extended onward and onward, and endless horizon of super massive structures and apartments, each holding untold and teeming masses of people, and a never ending stream of hover cars that moved at subsonic speeds in lines which blended into the haze yellow of the sky. The sounds of millions of people and the ever active stream of moving vehicles, parts, manufacturing and socializing blended together into a buzzing drone of noise that was ever present in the hyper sensitive mechanical ears of the Black Ops enforcer. Martin tuned out the noise using his internal network commands and focused the lenses of his eyes into the scope that peered into the ground floor.
The political dissident strolled out of one of the stores below him, Martin couldn't make out the type of store it was but the man was clearly admiring something inside of a bag he had purchased, he turned over and looked towards one of his comrades, smiling and laughing as he enjoyed his last moment. Martin pulled the trigger of the rail sniper. The enhanced magnet propelled bullet pierced through the thick glass that covered the top of the pavilion and within a second after firing the weapon, the man fell back, his brain had been pulverized and a fine mist of blood sprayed from the back of his newly opened skull. Pieces of bone and skin sprayed behind his body as he fell back and as his body slumped to the floor his blood spread in a pool beneath the fresh corpse. Through the scope of of the rifle, Martin could see the chaos of the pavilion as it unfolded beneath him, if Martin could have smiled, he would have, the priceless look of the criminal scum he had associated himself with was priceless as the shock of their allies death impacted them. The man was a destroyer of a system he relied on, he was a killer of several enforcers and a rebel dissident who was hell bent on creating propaganda to bring allies to his rebellious cause, he deserved to die, and one perceptive enough could hear the proud intonation of Martin's voice as he relayed the news of the successful mission to his boss through the intercom.
Deadkool
A Sad Remnant of a Forgotten Time
Leo walked down a beaten path with Venice. He was humming a song he'd heard from someone he met on his travels. "Y'know Venice used to be the name of a city." He said, scanning the road. Leo noticed a large sign on the path written in a few languages, it read St. Pet- -sburg, some of the letters had decayed.
Leo noticed a beggar on the side of the road and handed him a ration, he had a smile on his face. Which in turn the beggar happy. He put up his hood as they approached the city. He thought to himself "Wonder what secrets this place holds." Leo had heard storied of their exclusive bio dome and drug lords and all other assortment of troubles. But, this city hadn't seen Robin Hood. He'd earned that nickname after "persuading" a trader to stop overtaxing those under him.
Leo noticed a beggar on the side of the road and handed him a ration, he had a smile on his face. Which in turn the beggar happy. He put up his hood as they approached the city. He thought to himself "Wonder what secrets this place holds." Leo had heard storied of their exclusive bio dome and drug lords and all other assortment of troubles. But, this city hadn't seen Robin Hood. He'd earned that nickname after "persuading" a trader to stop overtaxing those under him.
bunbeez
Huh.
Venice Goldman
She covered her mouth and pinched her nose shut with her thumb and pointer finger. The rancid smell of the air reeked with pollution. She was walking behind Leo. "It smells hideous." she said bluntly and there was a tone of unease in her voice. She squinted her eyes. She looked at the beggar through the corner of her eye. 'Pathetic.' she thought. 'So pathetic.' Venice was what you'd call heartless. She had been through so much, it had literally destroyed her emotions. She seemed to have none of them left.
She removed her hand from her face and nearly gagged. She was smelling, and tasting the air around her. She leaned up against a pillar that supported a deck to a bar and covered her mouth and nose in the same manor as before. "Go ahead. My leg is killing me. I'll catch up to you." She said to Leo without making eye contact. She was giving an excuse to get him off her back for a while so she could look around at the people to see what she could pickpocket.
Soon after, she heard a faint gunshot, that was so faint, she thought she was just hearing things, until a man fell dead within the pavilion. Bystanders panicked and rushed about, while others either scanned the area for the killer, or went to tend to the body. Idiots. They wouldn't be able to find the killer if he/she was as far away as Venice predicted. He/She would be gone by now, and casually going about their day for no one to notice.
She covered her mouth and pinched her nose shut with her thumb and pointer finger. The rancid smell of the air reeked with pollution. She was walking behind Leo. "It smells hideous." she said bluntly and there was a tone of unease in her voice. She squinted her eyes. She looked at the beggar through the corner of her eye. 'Pathetic.' she thought. 'So pathetic.' Venice was what you'd call heartless. She had been through so much, it had literally destroyed her emotions. She seemed to have none of them left.
She removed her hand from her face and nearly gagged. She was smelling, and tasting the air around her. She leaned up against a pillar that supported a deck to a bar and covered her mouth and nose in the same manor as before. "Go ahead. My leg is killing me. I'll catch up to you." She said to Leo without making eye contact. She was giving an excuse to get him off her back for a while so she could look around at the people to see what she could pickpocket.
Soon after, she heard a faint gunshot, that was so faint, she thought she was just hearing things, until a man fell dead within the pavilion. Bystanders panicked and rushed about, while others either scanned the area for the killer, or went to tend to the body. Idiots. They wouldn't be able to find the killer if he/she was as far away as Venice predicted. He/She would be gone by now, and casually going about their day for no one to notice.
Atlas Marvel
Atlas Marvel
Peritus had just passed the deserts of the Romi,his home.He had sold a few blades and pistols to a father of three.It seemed like the man needed a lot of protection so he could see why those weapons had been ordered.The thought of trading escaped his mind as soon as he saw the skyline of St. Petersburg.There was an apartment he had rented there and he was going home to relax.The hoverbike Peritus was riding was new and it was fast.He had bought it a few months back.It was his vehicle of choice.It was almost blown to shreds by a couple of bandits while riding through the desert,but Peritus managed to get away.He didn't want to deal with anymore thugs,bandits,or anyone else who wanted to cause harm to him.He was in pain,mentally and physically.
He had pills for the pain,but they were in his apartment.Peritus drank a beer instead and hoped for the best.The alcohol didn't affect him much since he was mutated.Not only for that reason,however.He was a Romi,and those people could drink a lot before finally collapsing.Peritus took pride in him being a Romi,but he abandoned the empire.He felt that they were too cruel,too aggressive.All his life,he has never stuck to a certain culture or tradition,even though he still fights like a Romi and has the tan skin of a desert dweller.He also feels out of place because of his mutations.If anyone found out,he would be afraid of being punished somehow.People just assumed Peritus' skill was because he was a Romi.All of the problems he faces really take a toll on him,and no one is there to help.Peritus is lonely.His only family is the vagrant who saved him at birth but besides that,he has no friends.Only customers and his Traders Guild.
Nearing St. Petersburg,he had a feeling in his gut that something would happen.Something always happens.It was a skill Peritus either developed over the years,or it was because of his mutations.It was like a sixth sense.But he can't always be right.
He had pills for the pain,but they were in his apartment.Peritus drank a beer instead and hoped for the best.The alcohol didn't affect him much since he was mutated.Not only for that reason,however.He was a Romi,and those people could drink a lot before finally collapsing.Peritus took pride in him being a Romi,but he abandoned the empire.He felt that they were too cruel,too aggressive.All his life,he has never stuck to a certain culture or tradition,even though he still fights like a Romi and has the tan skin of a desert dweller.He also feels out of place because of his mutations.If anyone found out,he would be afraid of being punished somehow.People just assumed Peritus' skill was because he was a Romi.All of the problems he faces really take a toll on him,and no one is there to help.Peritus is lonely.His only family is the vagrant who saved him at birth but besides that,he has no friends.Only customers and his Traders Guild.
Nearing St. Petersburg,he had a feeling in his gut that something would happen.Something always happens.It was a skill Peritus either developed over the years,or it was because of his mutations.It was like a sixth sense.But he can't always be right.
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Amalgam
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Lukin lifted the visor up from his face and admired his work. The metal was still glowing orange from the recent welding, but the connection looked solid. Checking his watch, he noted it was time to end his final shift in Factory 11C. Picking himself up, Lukin lugged the heavy welding gear from his work spot, flaring pain across his back. The days toiling was catching up with him but he had a lot of work ahead tonight so he pushed through it. Lukin strolled through the large factory, orange and sparks flaring up as other workmen continue their shift. The glow of their working flaring into a bright brilliance before quickly fading back to the dark. It was hot with so many people working, and it did not help that the ventilation was half working. Overseer Ackton had told them "that the company had hit a slight downturn in work. So the money is not coming through the doors to fix the already problematic ventilation". Lukin knew better than to believe that. The money was probably lining Ackton's pocket more so than the grime and grease that lined the ventilation grills on the ceiling.
Reaching the storage unit, Lukin produced a key and opened his dented locker. Flinging open the door, he placed his hand in and removed the only item from the locker, a small satchel. He slammed the door shut, as enough force was needed to overcome the dented and damaged locking mechanism. Lukin turned on his feet and moved through the working bays to the acquisition storage rooms, located next to the callous Overseer Ackton. The acquisition room was surprisingly empty, so Lukin left his welding equipment and protective mask there and turned around to approach Overseer Ackton.
Lukin knocked on the rattled door, the sound clearly echoed in the room behind it. The door was dented and scuffled and no doubt needed some small welding work of its own. Before Lukin could locate the problem areas though, the door flung open and a short stocky man was there. Overseer Ackton was balding, and what little grey hair he had left he combed over the top as if that will conceal the reddened skin beneath. His tie was slightly undone and sweat marks collected around his neck and armpits. Wiping the sweat from his brow, Ackton merely looked Lukin over before presenting his open hand. "You know I never wanted to see this day come Lukin. You were a solid employee that never asked for more than he was given and i liked that. I have had enough of these leeches begging for a raise or better working conditions. I have never seen some people whine in their whole life."
Lukin was not impressed. He maintained himself, hiding his dislike of the squabbling man in front of him. He could only care about which way the money was coming in, when the city is diseased and dying from the growing cancer of crime. Like in the grand scheme of things, his little factory would matter. Not that this was of concern to Lukin anymore, he was turning his employment in today, so Ackton will be behind him now. "I understand what you are saying Overseer Ackton, but you should really consider looking at the ventilation system. Regardless here is my employment card." Lukin dropped the card into his hand, Ackton quickly recoiling with the card in his clutches. "Very well Lukin Dragunov, you are no longer an employee of Factory 11C. I am sure you can show yourself out." And with that the door slammed in Lukin's face, not that he expected anything different.
Lukin Dragunov made his way to the exit and out to the late afternoon streets of Greater Petersburg. With his house sold, his debts cleared and the rest of his belongings pawned in for a handgun and some clips of ammo, Lukin was on his way out. He turned down the street, now carrying all that he now possessed, he moved towards the entertainment quarter located near the heavily guarded entrance to the city. He would spend his last night in Greater Petersburg drinking in his favorite bar "The Gatehouse Inn", and later in the arms of a 'hired' lady. Lukin would normally drink at the bar and head home, but tonight Lukin took a new turn. He would enjoy the pleasures of close company for tomorrow he will depart the city he has worked so hard for. For tomorrow, Lukin Dragunov leaves Greater Petersburg, perhaps forever, in search of a cure for the growing disease of corruption that plagues his city. With his mind made up, Lukin reaches the door to the Inn and pushes it open.
Reaching the storage unit, Lukin produced a key and opened his dented locker. Flinging open the door, he placed his hand in and removed the only item from the locker, a small satchel. He slammed the door shut, as enough force was needed to overcome the dented and damaged locking mechanism. Lukin turned on his feet and moved through the working bays to the acquisition storage rooms, located next to the callous Overseer Ackton. The acquisition room was surprisingly empty, so Lukin left his welding equipment and protective mask there and turned around to approach Overseer Ackton.
Lukin knocked on the rattled door, the sound clearly echoed in the room behind it. The door was dented and scuffled and no doubt needed some small welding work of its own. Before Lukin could locate the problem areas though, the door flung open and a short stocky man was there. Overseer Ackton was balding, and what little grey hair he had left he combed over the top as if that will conceal the reddened skin beneath. His tie was slightly undone and sweat marks collected around his neck and armpits. Wiping the sweat from his brow, Ackton merely looked Lukin over before presenting his open hand. "You know I never wanted to see this day come Lukin. You were a solid employee that never asked for more than he was given and i liked that. I have had enough of these leeches begging for a raise or better working conditions. I have never seen some people whine in their whole life."
Lukin was not impressed. He maintained himself, hiding his dislike of the squabbling man in front of him. He could only care about which way the money was coming in, when the city is diseased and dying from the growing cancer of crime. Like in the grand scheme of things, his little factory would matter. Not that this was of concern to Lukin anymore, he was turning his employment in today, so Ackton will be behind him now. "I understand what you are saying Overseer Ackton, but you should really consider looking at the ventilation system. Regardless here is my employment card." Lukin dropped the card into his hand, Ackton quickly recoiling with the card in his clutches. "Very well Lukin Dragunov, you are no longer an employee of Factory 11C. I am sure you can show yourself out." And with that the door slammed in Lukin's face, not that he expected anything different.
Lukin Dragunov made his way to the exit and out to the late afternoon streets of Greater Petersburg. With his house sold, his debts cleared and the rest of his belongings pawned in for a handgun and some clips of ammo, Lukin was on his way out. He turned down the street, now carrying all that he now possessed, he moved towards the entertainment quarter located near the heavily guarded entrance to the city. He would spend his last night in Greater Petersburg drinking in his favorite bar "The Gatehouse Inn", and later in the arms of a 'hired' lady. Lukin would normally drink at the bar and head home, but tonight Lukin took a new turn. He would enjoy the pleasures of close company for tomorrow he will depart the city he has worked so hard for. For tomorrow, Lukin Dragunov leaves Greater Petersburg, perhaps forever, in search of a cure for the growing disease of corruption that plagues his city. With his mind made up, Lukin reaches the door to the Inn and pushes it open.
Springadingding
New Member
Josef sat at the bar, sipping on his vodka. He had wanted to leave Greater Petersburg a week earlier but had failed to find a companion with which he could traverse the badlands. It was this reason that he was excited for tonight. He had finally convinced an old military buddy to meet him and talk about the finer details of the journey they were about to embark on.
Josef turned to face the other patrons of the bar. He had spent some time here recently, however was still not fond of the place. He initially believed this would be a fine place to recruit a team for his journey. This notion was quickly destroyed when he identified this bar for what it truly is: a cesspool. Between the workers of the local factories being obnoxious and the mercenaries and guns-for-hire that required a small fortune just to raise a finger, Josef couldn't understand the appeal of this place. There were far better bars around than this one.
The door to the bar swung open to reveal a short, somewhat stocky man that looked like he was at least in his thirties to Josef. This man, he thought, would make a good comrade. His name was Lukin Dragunov and had been a medic in the mitilary. Both him and Josef had met several times, most notably whenever Josef was occasionally stuck on guard duty at an outpost and drank too much. Josef met Lukin half way and shook his hand. He only had one question to ask his comrade: 'How much do you know of the legend of the Codex?'
Josef turned to face the other patrons of the bar. He had spent some time here recently, however was still not fond of the place. He initially believed this would be a fine place to recruit a team for his journey. This notion was quickly destroyed when he identified this bar for what it truly is: a cesspool. Between the workers of the local factories being obnoxious and the mercenaries and guns-for-hire that required a small fortune just to raise a finger, Josef couldn't understand the appeal of this place. There were far better bars around than this one.
The door to the bar swung open to reveal a short, somewhat stocky man that looked like he was at least in his thirties to Josef. This man, he thought, would make a good comrade. His name was Lukin Dragunov and had been a medic in the mitilary. Both him and Josef had met several times, most notably whenever Josef was occasionally stuck on guard duty at an outpost and drank too much. Josef met Lukin half way and shook his hand. He only had one question to ask his comrade: 'How much do you know of the legend of the Codex?'
bunbeez
Huh.
As more people entered the bar that Venice was outside of, they gave her puzzled looks. She glared at them out of the corner of her eye as they entered. 'Nothing good to take yet.' She thought. She was somewhat relieved that Leo and herself had made it into Greater Petersburg undetected. She monitored everyone who walked past her, glancing at their back pockets to see if there was a wallet she could swipe. Even though her trusty companion had scolded her in the past about pick pocketing. That didn't stop her, though.
A young man walked past where she was standing and the leather wallet in his pocket looked as if it held a good amount of mony, and if she was lucky, an ID of some sort. She figured Leo had gone off earlier, so she began to follow the stranger. She became as close as she could to him without being detected, and she swiftly but silently, slid his wallet out of his back pocket. He went on without noticing. She didn't seem to be noticed by anyone, really. She went back to the pillar and leaned on it.
Venice opened the wallet and she was displeased. There was little money inside of it, and there was no ID. She shrugged and slipped the wallet into the small pouch that was attached to her belt. She then saw an older man, with a wallet in his hand. He was walking into the bar that she was near. She left her position from leaning on the pillar and followed the old man inside the bar. It was pretty full. She kept her eye on the man's wallet until something caught her attention. It had something to do with the Codex. Venice's head snapped in the direction of the word. 'I want to hear what they have to say about it....' she thought. She made her way over and started listening in.
A young man walked past where she was standing and the leather wallet in his pocket looked as if it held a good amount of mony, and if she was lucky, an ID of some sort. She figured Leo had gone off earlier, so she began to follow the stranger. She became as close as she could to him without being detected, and she swiftly but silently, slid his wallet out of his back pocket. He went on without noticing. She didn't seem to be noticed by anyone, really. She went back to the pillar and leaned on it.
Venice opened the wallet and she was displeased. There was little money inside of it, and there was no ID. She shrugged and slipped the wallet into the small pouch that was attached to her belt. She then saw an older man, with a wallet in his hand. He was walking into the bar that she was near. She left her position from leaning on the pillar and followed the old man inside the bar. It was pretty full. She kept her eye on the man's wallet until something caught her attention. It had something to do with the Codex. Venice's head snapped in the direction of the word. 'I want to hear what they have to say about it....' she thought. She made her way over and started listening in.
Deadkool
A Sad Remnant of a Forgotten Time
Leo had noticed a few people gathering so he decided to join them. He walked over to Josef's group relaxed and sat in a nearby stool. He asked Josef after noticing his weapons. "So, planning on taking down an army or?" Leo smiled at his joke. He glanced around a bit, making sure nobody would identify Robin Hood. He'd worked up quite the bounty traveling through towns.
Leo looked over and noticed Venice. He'd say "Oh, and this is Venice." He wasn't all too good at small talk. Still, he thought about why Venice was here. Leo said "Well, if I know her at all either you're talking about treasure or your wallets are missing. Maybe both."
He'd reach into his pocket, take out some money and ask for a drink. The bartender came back with a brownish liquid which Leo sipped from time to time. He knew Petersburg was diverse, but he hadn't expected to meet anybody of great importance on day one. It was peculiar why Venice was still here. Still, he loved a good mystery. A good mystery had saved his life more than once.
Leo looked over and noticed Venice. He'd say "Oh, and this is Venice." He wasn't all too good at small talk. Still, he thought about why Venice was here. Leo said "Well, if I know her at all either you're talking about treasure or your wallets are missing. Maybe both."
He'd reach into his pocket, take out some money and ask for a drink. The bartender came back with a brownish liquid which Leo sipped from time to time. He knew Petersburg was diverse, but he hadn't expected to meet anybody of great importance on day one. It was peculiar why Venice was still here. Still, he loved a good mystery. A good mystery had saved his life more than once.
Atlas Marvel
Atlas Marvel
Entering St.Petersburg,Peritus slowed down near his apartment building.He parked the hoverbike while scanning the streets.His eyes focused on a tall,slim woman across the street.Like a hawk,he saw her hand swipe a wallet out of a man's pocket,check it,and put it away.Peritus didn't do anything.He simply didn't have the strength.It was a long day and he couldn't go through another fight.The pain was getting bigger by the second but the bar across the street looked better than having to go upstairs to his apartment to get his painkillers.Peritus still wanted to see what the woman was doing but he was a little more worried about the booze.There was a lot of money in his wallet from the weapons he had recently sold so he could buy a butt load of drinks.He enters the bar.
No matter what danger Peritus got into,he knew that there were members of the Traders Guild in every city to protect him if needed.Secret agents were everywhere and he could give them the orders to help him out by whistling a unique tune that only Traders know.Peritus didn't know how long he was gonna stay at the bar,but it was a good place to take his mind off everything.Only thoughts of the codex remained in his mind.He still wondered if it were real and how much money he could gain from finding it.Peritus wasn't entirely worried about the money though.He still cared for the poor and the tortured.He wasn't selfish like some other people.On the inside,he still had a special place in his heart for the people who suffer through poverty and contempt.But right now,it's time to drink.Peritus had a full bottle of cold beer in his hand and was already gulping it down,but still scanning for danger.He was especially keeping a close eye on that thief.
No matter what danger Peritus got into,he knew that there were members of the Traders Guild in every city to protect him if needed.Secret agents were everywhere and he could give them the orders to help him out by whistling a unique tune that only Traders know.Peritus didn't know how long he was gonna stay at the bar,but it was a good place to take his mind off everything.Only thoughts of the codex remained in his mind.He still wondered if it were real and how much money he could gain from finding it.Peritus wasn't entirely worried about the money though.He still cared for the poor and the tortured.He wasn't selfish like some other people.On the inside,he still had a special place in his heart for the people who suffer through poverty and contempt.But right now,it's time to drink.Peritus had a full bottle of cold beer in his hand and was already gulping it down,but still scanning for danger.He was especially keeping a close eye on that thief.
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bunbeez
Huh.
Venice rose an eyebrow and smirked toward Leo. She stood up and walked over, sitting in the chair next to him while propping her feet up on the table and crossing them while leaning back in the chair and supported the back of her head with her hands. The leather boots she had on seemed to add to the wear of the edge of the table. "You could have just introduced me." She said with a slight tone of obvious smugness in her statement. She scanned the bar for people who were foolish of leaving their wallet in plain sight. She leaned over to Leo and whispered in his ear. "I forgot to mention that the security of Petersburg appears to need some improvement.
Then she went back to her original position. "Name's Venice." She said, closing her eyes. "I haven't relaxed for a while. My leg felt like it was going to give up on me any second." She let out a sigh of relief.
Then she went back to her original position. "Name's Venice." She said, closing her eyes. "I haven't relaxed for a while. My leg felt like it was going to give up on me any second." She let out a sigh of relief.
Springadingding
New Member
As Josef spoke of the legend to Lukin, he noticed a crowd began to form around him. The promise of an ancient weapon capable of insurmountable destruction seemed to pique the interest of more than a few of the degenerate mercenaries in the bar. Among them was a girl he didn't recognise, moreover a girl that wasn't from Greater Petersburg. To someone like Josef, who was considered conservative even by Russian standards, this girl looked like the badlands had spat her out. Next to her, Josef noticed a large, armoured man. He, too, was not one of the regular mercenaries that patroned this bar.
The crowd, alone, was enough to make Josef end his discussion with Lukin. As this happened the two unknown mercenaries came and introduced themselves to Josef. Josef arbitrarily brushed this off and made a point of not introducing himself or his colleague. 'What do you two want? I'm trying to have a discussion with my comrade here!'
The crowd, alone, was enough to make Josef end his discussion with Lukin. As this happened the two unknown mercenaries came and introduced themselves to Josef. Josef arbitrarily brushed this off and made a point of not introducing himself or his colleague. 'What do you two want? I'm trying to have a discussion with my comrade here!'
Deadkool
A Sad Remnant of a Forgotten Time
Leo began speaking. "Well, if I had to compile a list I'd say Money, fame, justice, and earmuffs." Leo laughed a bit. "Really though, why the hostility?" While this wouldn't be the first merc not to like him Josef would certainly be the quickest. "Tell you what, Ill but you a drink." Leo sad, hoping to win him over.
Leo took some money out of a leather bag. He said to the bartender. "Another glass of what he's having." Money often seemed the quickest way to a hired guns heart. He looked around the bar a bit, seeing if anybody was paying attention to the commotion they were stirring up.
Leo took some money out of a leather bag. He said to the bartender. "Another glass of what he's having." Money often seemed the quickest way to a hired guns heart. He looked around the bar a bit, seeing if anybody was paying attention to the commotion they were stirring up.
Springadingding
New Member
Josef ignored the man's joke, and leered at him. The offer of a drink made no difference in his mind. 'I can buy my own drink, either tell me why we are of such interest to you kids or let us continue our discussion in private. I have little time nor patience for foreigners, let alone those who intervene in matters they themselves do not know of.'
bunbeez
Huh.
Venice rolled her eyes at Leo's comment and sat normally in the chair, putting her elbows on the table. "Look, Old man." She said. "If you're going to be so stubborn, I'll tell you." She shot Leo a glare. "We heard you talking about the Codex. I, for one, am interested in what you have to say about it. And two, Leo and I have been traveling for quite some time now, and we also, want to find the Codex. Is that such a problem? Maybe we can exchange plans to find it. Maybe we can all find it, together."
She rose an eyebrow at him. "Or," She sat back. "Leo and I will leave, and find it ourselves. I won't even bribe you. Leo and I will walk out of here and we can all just forget we even had this conversation, and go our separate ways." She knocked on Leo's armor. "And he, won't ever bother you again. What'ya say?"
She rose an eyebrow at him. "Or," She sat back. "Leo and I will leave, and find it ourselves. I won't even bribe you. Leo and I will walk out of here and we can all just forget we even had this conversation, and go our separate ways." She knocked on Leo's armor. "And he, won't ever bother you again. What'ya say?"
Atlas Marvel
Atlas Marvel
Peritus was calm now.He ordered drink after drink until he became bored.He finally ordered the strongest drink to finish the job and turned around in his seat to scan the bar.Peritus was eavesdropping into the conversations of the people nearby with his enhanced sense of hearing.He looked around at the bar,pretending that he didn't care about anything but he was all ears.He was hearing pretty much everything.The drink in his hand was finally done and he still didn't feel any effects.More drinks could've been bought with all the money he had but he wasn't gonna try.Nothing was working.It seemed like he was wasting his time but information could be gained.Eavesdropping was a little thing Peritus became used to and it sometimes worked to get some information or the local rumors.He stayed in his seat and remained silent.
Springadingding
New Member
Josef sighed, 'You do not know what you seek. It is a suicide mission at best. This is why no one seeks the Codex despite its promises of grand power. The only reason we seek this treasure is because we don't expect to return.' Josef held his tongue on a few of the darker rumours he had heard about the ultimate weapon hidden in the vault. 'I doubt you could tell me much I don't already know of the Codex, and if you thought I'd be willing to tell you what I know on this topic willingly, you have mistaken me for naive. My best advice to you would be to go back where you both came from, foreigners aren't very popular inside the city's walls.
Deadkool
A Sad Remnant of a Forgotten Time
"Listen, whatever it is I know it'll be more rewarding and just as suicidal as my day job. I save lives before brunch and overthrow corrupt governments in my freetime. And, I look suave while doing it, in case you haven't heard the name, I'm Robin Hood." Leo was trying to seem impressive, and felt like he was doing a good job but wasn't really sure. "Now, about The Codex, I think you were just about to let us in to your little clubhouse of homicide and assault weapons." Leo tightened his hood a bit so that it concealed his face. He took another sip from his glass and finished it.
bunbeez
Huh.
"I know you're not naive." Venice cut in immediately. She rarely ever listened to what Leo had to say.. She was becoming frustrated with this. ''Do you often judge a book by its cover? It's not a good habit. I'm not naive either. I may look it, but I'm not. I know there's a lot of risk associated for the codex." She slammed her fists on the table, making a loud bang noise. The slight grease on her leather gloves left pale marks on the already messy table. "That's why I want to go after it. I know that my chance of death is greater than the chance of death anywhere else. I've already hurt myself adventuring through an ancient tomb two years back."
Her reddish hair framed her face as she leaned forward and clenched her fists even tighter. "I am not your average woman. I have been through a lot that I wish I hadn't. But that doesn't mean that I don't want to keep putting myself in danger." A smug smirk creeped its way onto her lips. "I am no longer interested in your information if you won't share it willingly." She stood up from the chair. "I'll be off." She looked at Leo. 'I'll be wandering about the streets if you would like to catch up with me." She made her way toward the exit of the bar, snatching a woman's purse without being detected on her way out. She sighed frustrated when she exited. the bar. She hated it when people didn't tell her what she knew they knew.
Her reddish hair framed her face as she leaned forward and clenched her fists even tighter. "I am not your average woman. I have been through a lot that I wish I hadn't. But that doesn't mean that I don't want to keep putting myself in danger." A smug smirk creeped its way onto her lips. "I am no longer interested in your information if you won't share it willingly." She stood up from the chair. "I'll be off." She looked at Leo. 'I'll be wandering about the streets if you would like to catch up with me." She made her way toward the exit of the bar, snatching a woman's purse without being detected on her way out. She sighed frustrated when she exited. the bar. She hated it when people didn't tell her what she knew they knew.
Springadingding
New Member
Josef had achieved half his goal, now to just get rid of this self-titled "Robin Hood". 'Armoured boy, your friend is smart, you should follow her out. I am not a babysitter, nor do I pretend to be pleasant.'
Atlas Marvel
Atlas Marvel
Now he couldn't help but watch.All the commotion was getting him jumpy.When people get hostile and things get hot,Peritus gets really edgy and his heart beats faster.He can't tell if it's that he wants to see a fight or he's ready to fight.As soon as the young thief slammed her fist against the table,Peritus watched her little tantrum until she walked out.She stole a purse,but he remained seated.If this commotion continued,someone might get into some trouble.Peritus felt like this was exactly what he needed but then again,he was just finishing off the day.Maybe he wasn't worn out after all.
bunbeez
Huh.
Again, she was displeased with the contents of the purse. All that was inside, was a lighter and a couple cigars. She tossed the handbag into a trash bin on the corner of a cafe. She turned into an alley and sat, leaning against the wall. She huffed and looked at the opposing wall. Her leg was sore once again from walking. "I'm such a fool..." She said to herself while glaring at the wall of the other building. She relaxed a bit.
Venice was definitely NOT stupid. She knew that if she stayed any longer, things would have gotten worse. She dozed off, her head hung and her red hair fell over her shoulders.
Venice was definitely NOT stupid. She knew that if she stayed any longer, things would have gotten worse. She dozed off, her head hung and her red hair fell over her shoulders.
Deadkool
A Sad Remnant of a Forgotten Time
"Yeah, I can tell. You might be half hospitable if you did." Leo let out a tiny laugh. He was often just as bullheaded as the old man when he wanted something. "Oh, and I doubt anyone would let someone with as many weapons as you be a babysitter." He said tapping the countertop lightly.
Springadingding
New Member
Josef grew impatient, 'If you refuse to cease your incessant praddling here, then I shall take my business elsewhere. Lukin, I shall see you at the arranged time and place'. With that, Josef left the bar.
Deadkool
A Sad Remnant of a Forgotten Time
"Well, somebody's woke up on the wrong side of the bed." Leo left the bar and began looking for Venice. While it was difficult he eventually found her after surfing through a few crowds. He walked up to her and asked. "Hey, can you look around for some information on The Codex, I think it's pretty important." Leo took out a small metal contraption and began fiddling with it.
