Realistic or Modern W I N T E R L I G H T (Closed)

[Diminium]

Jeff





He was surprised at her sudden kindness, and he wanted very badly to say sorry for all those things he had said on the bus, yet he couldn't bring himself to speak, or even whisper. It was like he was being choked by icy hands.


They made it to the castle, where after shedding jackets, they promptly headed upstairs to the library. It was warm, and old oak cases sagged under the weight of many books crammed onto their shelves. Jeff found a large chair made out of purple velvet where he collapsed, breathing not steadying.

 

[admiral9]

Emmanuel and willem, Library, 12:10





"What happened there?" Emmanuel worriedly inquired, it was more then obvious that jeff was not capable of talking and hence he asked his question to Jessica.


"You go explain to Willem, I'll get you guys some hot coffee." Emmanuel rushed downstairs to get a blanket and prepare their drinks.

 

[Cashdash25]

Jessica, Library, 12:10





Jessica turned to her old adversary, there was no lost love between the two of them, sitting on radically different sides of nearly every subject they had ever "discussed", but he was the only other history student here, which meant they needed to cooperate. "Your nerd friend is missing, four of us went out to find him, we traced his tracks down to near the river when I found an old skull, I mean, really old, covered in moss. Jeff here touched it, and, then, well." She turned to Jeff, reaching out and gently touching his face again, "Tell Willem everything, just take it nice and slow, don't push yourself."

 

[Diminium]

Jeff- Library





He was quiet for the longest time, blood rushed to his head, and he started coughing. "Alright..." His voice was hoarse. "I was in the forest, but... In the... Past? I'm... not totally sure... There was another... soldier... Holding... Me at gunpoint..." He doubled over, coughing, before rubbing his eyes "I-I was begging... him not to shoot me... I said I was a German soldier...? Then I think he... He called me a traitor...? Or maybe he just wanted me dead. He was... W-wearing camo, white and green spotted... He had a helmet engraved with what... I think were lightning bolts... The gun... The rifle... He was... Was... Going to shoot me..." He sobbed, his breaths coming in short gasps.

 

[Cashdash25]

"Good, good." Jessica said softly, rubbing Jeff's face, "It's okay now, Emmanuel's gonna take you to your room alright? Everything's gonna be okay."

 

[admiral9]

Emmanuel, jeffs room, 12:14





"Come, you're gonna get a nice rest now, I got some warm coffee too, you'll be good as new." Emmanuel tried to console Jeff as he guided him towards his room, he had received his room key during their walk and so he managed to get inside with relatively little issue, he slowly let Jeff sit on his bed and handed him his cup. After which Emmanuel took a seat too and grabbed his own cup.


"It's all going to be alright buddy, I'll stay here with you, just take it easy." Emmanuel spoke rather slowly, he knew he would most likely be here with jeff for the coming hours which would probably mean that this day of research was over, this took priority anyways.


Willem, Library, 12:12


"Well then, this confirms my theory, the fucking Nazis went crazy!" Willem was clearly agitated, the succession between their discovery of the past series of events plus the weird vision Jeff had put him on edge.


"Ok, I'll explain. So look right during ww2 the Ahnenerbe, the SS occult research organisation established a base here to investigate the teutonic monastery that was set up here, it was staffed by polish collaborators, members of the ahnenerbe and a company of the 5th SS, Wiking. Later on the village was scheduled for a cleansing thanks to its paganism, for this purpose a company of Heer forces was moved here to assist Wiking. Now during 1943 when the cleansing was supposed to start a giant snowstorm hit, they have them yearly, but this one was massive and lasted for more then 4 years after which all signs of the Nazis were gone and the bunker was collapsed through what I'm finding were explosives." After finishing the background explanation Willem fished out the ahnenerbe picture.


"Now Jeff's story bears eery similarity to what I've found here." He spoke while handing the picture over.


"The guy in the shadows is wearing a uniform with the the insignia of Wiking on it, and that kneeling guy right, he's wearing an albeit really torn up, wehrmacht uniform. Now I don't know who the fuck that guy in the middle is but its all too fucking creepy, and I know what Jeff saw might very well have been a hallucination but fuck its really similar to this stuff" Willem was starting to get worked up, he was relatively calm with the knowledge that this happened in the past but with Jeff's appearance and even having fucking visions of the past he started to lose faith that this might have been a freak accident or that the supernatural occurrences had ended.


"And listen right, its not even the first time, something extremely similar happened during the 1200's with the Teutonic order and they got exterminated at the end of it too."

 

[Cashdash25]

"So," Jessica said quietly. "We have two groups of extremely militant Christians trying to wipe out the Pagans in this valley, and both of them getting slaughtered in massive snowstorms, over 800 years apart? That....... That doesn't make sense."

 

[Diminium]

He nodded, sipping the hot coffee. "H-Hey... You can go back if... If you want... I'll probably be fine." With the blanket draped over his shoulders, he was warm, but still shaking like a leaf.


Duster made a noise from his bed, and Jeff jumped, the colour draining from his face, before realizing it was just his heavy-sleeper roomate that neither of them had realized was there. Jeff put a hand to his chest. "God..."

 

[admiral9]

Willem


"The only thing i can think of is that its got... something... to do with their local religion, before this stuff happened we were planning on reading up on the Romuva religion, its the only thing that I can think up that would mean anything at all. I mean, by all rights this village shouldn't exist anymore, but it does, and something is ensuring it will, now what it is? I just don't fucking know." Willem stammered out, he was realizing he was sounding like a conspiracy theorist currently but it really was all he could think of, after consuming a large amount of coffee he came to a comedic realisation.


"By the way, this is the first time I got to see you so nice, can i get the nice treatment too every now and then?" He jokingly asked, he figured a change of conversation was needed to calm his mind.


Emmanuel


"Dude you scared the fuck out of me." Emmanuel laughed after the shock after which he turned to jeff again "Man, I can't just leave you here with your sleepy room mate, we're all in this together so we gotta help eachother, I'll stay here until your ready to go again." Emmanuel knew that a group worked best when there was trust, especially with their findings paranoia would ruin them now, he considered himself responsible to build a group spirit wherever he could.

 

[Cashdash25]

"No." Jessica said flatly, "Nazis don't get special treatment, people who nearly have a heart attack after seeing some sort of mystical vision do." She rubbed her eyes, "God I need a drink. What the fuck have we gotten ourselves into?"

 

[Diminium]

"Well... Alright..." It wasn't distrust, but rather "I'm really... not much for conversation..."


He knelt down on the ground until his hand hit metal. He fumbled for the handle and eventually pulled the toolbox out from under his bed. He flipped the twin latches, and pulled out a large blue roll of paper, white scrawlings over it. He grabbed a screwdriver and a large piece of metal, with bolts and a green piece around it.

 

[Solemn Jester]

Grey: bank of the zimo


Grey couldn't help but think about that skull, it was such a shame that someone could be killed like that the just forgotten.


Grey if ten felt like that's how he was going to end up. Grey smacked himself."Don't get distracted Grey, this is a dangerous area and we could very easily get ourselves in danger." He though to himself.


Grey looked at the area then to Quisley."So what do you think happened here?"


( @The Glass Ninja )

 

[admiral9]

"I'm not in the mood for an argument." Willem spat at her "you commie bitch." he grumbled to himself.


"But yes, from what I'm finding there's about a 50% chance we are fine as long as we don't fuck with the people here or their religion, and there's a 50% chance we are just straight fucked." He theorized. "So, are we gonna take a nice hike out of this valley before the snowstorm hits or are we just gonna sit in this shitty... man I can't even say godforsaken hellhole, this place is more blessed by a god then any other fucking place on the planet." a defeatist smile started appearing on Willem's face, usually he would try and stay strong but he knew, he was nothing but a sheltered city boy in the end.

 

[Cashdash25]

"We won't make it out," Jessica stated flatly, "Not with people like you and what's his face with the cane in tow, without any supplies with snowfalls nightly." She ran a hand through her hair, "My best guess would be to talk to the local cheif, maybe he can help us."

 

[Nepty]

Quisley, Grey


Banks of the Zimno River


11:30 AM


Quisley looked out over the expanse of water. Nothing. Nothing but the bloodstains. He turned around to pose a question to Grey, and his boot clinked against something in the snow. He bent down.


A broken petri dish lay half-buried in the white, a drop of blood spattering the glass. His eyes widened. Without saying a word, Quisley stood and began to follow the blood.


"Hey, what are you doing?" hissed Grey, lowering his spear, tip forward.


"It might be..." began quisley, swallowing to wet his dry throat. "It might be Joseph."


"You want to end up like that?" demanded Grey. "We should head back to the castle."


Wordlessly, Quisley took another step, and another, following the blood-slickened furrow in the snow to it's endpoint in a silent, frosty grove. He was both relived and terrified.


The blood was deer's blood. The carcass of the animal lay splayed out on its frozen deathbed, ribcage torn open and flesh gouged from its haunches. A pair of snarling, streamlined faces were pointed straight at him.


One of the wolves bared its teeth and snarled, tail low under its legs, hackles raised. Moments later, its companion pulled its muzzle from the carcass and fixed Grey with a yellow-eyed stare. Quisley watched as the other wolf's snout slowly swung to point at the rich kid as well. The second one's growl rose a degree in pitch.


"Don't...move," hissed Quisley.

 

[The Glass Ninja]

Quisley Hart - Forest


It wasn't Joseph. That was good. It was also bad. The crunch of the snow beneath Quisley's shifting feet focused him and his breath went cold - as cold as the blood running through his veins as he stared down the two large, powerful predators. Respect for wolves had been hammered into him since he was young. Respect for the lithe, furred forms of the pack hunters with their muzzles full of blood and their eyes full of fury. Weight shifting, thoughts focused, the hunter in him went


The hunting knife on his belt was loose in its sheath - it always was, when danger was about. He carried it everywhere, and never let it out of his sight. Quisley was immensely glad of that. "Stand tall, Grey" He murmured, straightening to his full six foot five, towering above the man beside him and the wolves in front. "Don't be afraid. Back away, slow"


He started to move back, his eyes focused on those of the wolves in front, his crossbow pointed towards them in one large hand. The shining steel of his knife glinted as he drew it, holding it alongside the crossbow as he braced the weapon. The bolt would take one of the wolves, and hopefully Grey could distract the other with his spear long enough to get the knife into it.


Quisley's heart was beating fast now, pumping what felt like ice through his brain. He would fight. He would live.


Thomas McMIllan - Library


"We're dealing with the Romuva, when we go down to the village" Thomas nodded "Which Emmanuel already knew. But this is of particular interest" He turned his laptop around to show them a page - covering the the religion "The Romuva almost died out. They're a bunch of baltic Pagans; the Catholics called a crusade against them, the Nazis hated their sort and the Soviets specifically tried to wipe them out" He sighed, rubbing his eyes "How in all of unholy fuck did these people survive this bullshit?"


"We need to talk to the cheif. I agree. But I say we wait for Quiz, and Grey, and whoever the fuck else decided to fuck off out into the cold"


Sighing, the Scotsman stood up and rubbed his hands over his eyes. "I...the whole 'vision' thing is rather weird. Its...unusual. Hell, its out of the realm of science. But...heh, I've always been a big fan of fantasy" Walking around the table, he clapped Jessica on the shoulder "You and I...we've not seen eye to eye so far. But are you alright? All of this...its fucked. And you're not acting like yourself"

 

[Cashdash25]

Jessica flinched away from the much larger Scotsman, her nervousness and terror betraying her, "I, I don't know what to do," she admitted, "I always know what to do, but this? Pagan Gods? Magic skulls? That thing knocked Jeff flat out, something in this valley is seriously fucked and I haven't a damn clue what to do about it." She took in a shuddering breath and composed herself, "I don't know what to do, and that scares me....."

 

[The Glass Ninja]

"Ey, Jess" Thomas leant down a little, his voice full of concern. He was confused, right enough - he was scared too. This stuff was way out of the comfort zone he'd made for himself. But he knew fear in other people - he'd seen it enough in himself when he was younger. Reaching out slowly, the scotsman put his hands on her arms, ready to move away at a moments notice if she flinched again "We're gonna get through this, lass. We'll be fine. Trust me, alright? We'll get ourselves gathered up together, get some of our stuff, and we'll head down to the village. They probably know more than we do"

 

[admiral9]

"Being honest... I am not sure if we should. Lets be honest here, this village has existed for too long to be ignorant of these happenings or to be resistant to them, they clearly worship their gods zealously and so I'm not sure if our questioning will be at all tolerated." He took a deep breath as he came to the conclusion that in his mind was the safest.


"In my opinion we should stay silent, stay together, and most of all not fucking piss these people off, something tells me that the worst will come during the midvinter blot, we just have to survive that." Willem realized he was at this time being nothing more then fearful and paranoid but he simply did not trust the villages population, allot could be discovered without making their potential foes aware of what they knew.

 

[Cashdash25]

"Ain't that just like a Nazi, to be too paranoid to ask for help." Jessica said, Thomas's words seeming to have knocked her back to her usual firey self, "If these people have lived here for this long then they know what we're dealing with, and they'll know how to keep them happy."

 

[The Glass Ninja]

A smile breaking across his face, Thomas replied to the renewed fire of the redhead "There she is. Keep that up darlin' - we're gonna need some bravery before this is over. Call it a feeling" He rubbed his face quickly, then walked to his laptop, pressing it shut with a click. "I'm gonna go check on Jeff and Duster. Make sure they're alright. Try rounding everyone else up - I want a meeting in the main hall; and soon" The ringing of his boots on the cold stone was the only sound that he left them with.


That is, until he stuck his head back around the door "And, Jess. See about getting that display case open for Quiz. When he gets back, he'll want that sword - especially with everything going on"


The walk to Jeff and Duster's room was quick - Thomas barely stopped himself from just strolling in and instead decided to knock. Who knew what state Jeff was in.

 

[Solemn Jester]

Grey with Quisley: bank of the zimo river


Grey stared down the wolves and slowly backed away his spear aimed at both wolves. "Is it me or don't wolves usually hunt in bigger packs then this?" grey asked and a terrified realization hit him."


Quisley we need to do something fast, if we don't more wolves may come."


Grey wasn't a expert on animals he had just watched alot of animal planet growing up, it was interesting, and a good way to pass the time. He stared at the two mighty creatures nothing but a spear in hand, but hey if people in the old days could do it why couldn't Grey.


He backed away slowly slowly. He didn't want to set the wolves off.Grey had no intention of dieing and if it came to it he would rip the wolves apart with his bare hands, or not. Grey wasn't stupid he knew that probably wouldnt go down well, he was just making himself out to be a badass in his own head. He backed away more, his feet crunching in the snow, his spear still aimed at the wolves, he looked at Quisley and nodded.

 

[admiral9]

Emmanuel, Jeffs room


Emmanuel, startled by the knock almost dropped his cup, he placed it on the table he was sitting next to and proceeded to stand up.


He walked over after making sure jeff wasn't about to have another panic attack and opened the door.


"Oh, yo thomas, here to visit jeff I assume? Good timing actually, is it fine if I go back to the library now? I'd like to get some talking with Jessica done about the situation."


Willem, Library





"You're such a fucking bitch aren't you? I get it, your communist beliefs makes you think everyone's just a charitable honest guy but guess what, people aren't all nice, who knows maybe after giving this information to them they will decide that they want to safeguard the secret and keep us locked up, maybe they will decide, hey they know anyways, lets sacrifice them to deivas. or whoever they worship." Willem started ranting now, he was not sure if she was pissing him off on purpose to distract him from his fear or if she was just being Jessica but it was working either way.

 

[The Glass Ninja]

Quisley Hart - Forest





"Eyes. On. The. Fucking. Wolves." Quisley nearly growled, picking up the movement of Grey's head from the corner of his eye. "They see looking away as an opening. Weakness. Stare them down. Move back. If they come for us, we kill them." The hunter took another step back, his ears sharpening as he listened for more of the beasts. He could probably snap off a shot at the ones in front if another came at him from the side - and after that it would be down to his teeth and knife.


Beneath the trees, on the white snow and standing on the blood of the deer, Quisley realised just how fucked they could be. If there were more wolves, there was very little chance of outrunning them. The beasts, their fur as grey as the thunderclouds their growls conjured up, worried him immensely. They'd usually have left by now, though the fresh kill might be keeping them there...


Thomas McMillan - Jeff and Duster's room


"Yeah, Manny. Just here to make sure he's alright. You should head back down - make sure Jessica and Willem haven't ripped one another apart. And make sure she goes and gets that case open - Quisley was hankering for that blade" Thomas smiled at his Brazilian friend, then moved into the room. He squatted beside Jeff, and glanced at Duster "You two alright? He tell you much?"

 

[Solemn Jester]

"You know I may not look like it but I can hold my own. Especially when I have a weapon," grey said in a lower calm tone.


He wasn't happy about there situation, but if he was going to survive he'd have to do whatever was necessary.


"Do you think we could take them if it came to it." Grey asked starting to lean towards a battle with the mighty beast. Maybe it was the cold, or the dead deer but grey was ready to get out of there even if it meant fighting a wild wolf or two.