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Vladimir [4]
By: Chente Date: September 7, 2018, 1:40 am
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Nikolai Ivashov got to work in gathering and preparing things
for movement.
Vladimir Karamazov started grabbing up all the stuff and double
checking as not to forget anaything.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Christian stands around, doing nothing
as Vladimir and Nikolai grab the stuff to tak-
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: To take with them, Toma and Konoma
checking on Boris and being look outs.
Nikolai Ivashov :: Where will we take this?
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: After a period of a few minutes--
Vladimir and Nikolai get all of their things that were in their
base; not much honestly, they were frugal hobos.
Vladimir Karamazov :: Toma said she knows of drug making den we
can take over.
Nikolai Ivashov :: Where?
Vladimir Karamazov :: I don't know I'm not Toma.
Nikolai Ivashov turned to Toma.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Toma :: The den is just outside of
Moscow, safe from the Crowns. I used to work their with a
jackass I knew before I joined the collective.
Vladimir Karamazov :: No qualms gunning them down?
Vladimir Karamazov :: qualms with*
"They still owe me a few favors; they might be useful, boss."
Toma loudly chews some gum in her mouth, heading over to the
wall with a local map, taking it off of the wall.
Nikolai Ivashov :: Boring.
Vladimir Karamazov :: We will head there get this base buisness
finished and then focus on getting this robot a new body.
Vladimir Karamazov :: Sound good to everyone?
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Toma :: The edge of Moscow, Novaya
Basmannaya.
Nikolai Ivashov took hold of what they had gathered, prepared to
carry it along due to his SWOLE. It'd be good exercise if he
could manage.
Vladimir Karamazov was also ready to CARRY.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Toma :: That's where the base is.
Vladimir Karamazov :: We head there now comrades!
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Konoma :: So, we're going on a field
trip, comrades?
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Toma :: Da.
Nikolai Ivashov moved along.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: [Travelling from Prechistenka to
Novaya Basmannaya.]
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Konoma had thankfully pocketed some
money from the not exploded Ruffian, enough to get everyone,
including Boris, on the bus ride. "As I said, field trip!"
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Toma does the "ok" sign.
Vladimir Karamazov looks around the bus to make sure no one
shady is WATCHING.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: [After a average and uneventful bus
ride, you arrive at the location Toma was talking about. This
was the real slums of Moscow.]
Vladimir Karamazov well more shady than the average citizen.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: As Vladimir gets off the bus, he spots
a shady person who was watching his group, and getting off the
bus with them. They had their hands in their pockets.
Vladimir Karamazov whispers to Nikolai "We have a follower have
you seen him?"
Christian Knox carried what he could've underneath his current
functioning arm.
Nikolai Ivashov :: No.
Vladimir Karamazov :: Behind us.
Nikolai Ivashov :: Bit further.
Vladimir Karamazov :: Da.
Vladimir Karamazov leads the group but stays EXTRA alert.
Christian Knox had followed along with the others. He'd been
able to deduct that the individual had either been a pickpocket
or a simple thug. He still kept his guard up, keeping near the
rear of the party to overwatch if the individual were to follow.
Nikolai Ivashov :: ((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Old Lady :: Traitor
to America!"
"I AM AMERICA!" Quan turns, firing upon the old lady with his
laser gun-- melting her head. The people on the plane start
panicking, screaming as two security quickly run into the cabin!
Nikolai Ivashov :: )
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Konoma :: We've all picked up
someone's following us, right?
Christian Knox :: Since we got on the bus.
Vladimir Karamazov :: Da.
Vladimir Karamazov :: Try not to look too tense everyone.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Konoma :: Should we shake them off
before entering or go in and ignore them?
Vladimir Karamazov :: I think we lead them to more secluded area
and then see what they want?
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Toma and Konoma nod as Vladimir,
Nikolai, Christian and Boris head to a more secluded area, still
followed by the person.
Vladimir Karamazov whispers to Nikolai "Do what you do best
comrade."
Nikolai Ivashov turned to the figure.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: The shady person jumps back,
surprised!
Vladimir Karamazov :: You're not very stealthy comrade.
Nikolai Ivashov :: Huh? Why so tense?
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Muffled Voice :: ..Apologies.
Nikolai Ivashov :: Something wrong?
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: They create a menu and spawn a message
infront of them.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: They were a hacker-- and judging by
their style, perhaps blackhat.
Vladimir Karamazov :: What are you doing you are making us
rather nervous here.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Muffled Voice :: Are you the
Kalashinkov Collective, the guys who took down the crowns?
Vladimir Karamazov :: Why do we even wear masks?
Vladimir Karamazov sighs.
Vladimir Karamazov :: Da.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Muffled Voice :: I saw your war bear
and knew it was you, so I came on the bus.
Vladimir Karamazov :: Oh...
Vladimir Karamazov :: Observant of you. Do you need something?
Vladimir Karamazov :: I hope you aren't another one of those
mafia types.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Muffled Voice :: Truth be told, I am a
mafia member-- but not one who hates you. (They raise up both of
their hands)
Nikolai Ivashov :: Convenient.
Vladimir Karamazov :: Why would you come to us?
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Muffled Voice :: I heard Alistar had
attacked you and killed your artificial-- is it's black box
still intact?
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Toma :: Mafia.. (Toma puts her hands
on her wakizashi..)
Vladimir Karamazov :: Why would we give info to someone who just
told us they are mafia?
Nikolai Ivashov :: You are very sketchy.
Vladimir Karamazov :: Explain. Fast.
Christian Knox :: Guys, guys, hold on.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: ''Because of this.'', said the person
as they brought up three menus at once. They began touching
every menu quickly, pressing buttons.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Slowly, you could see blue bits
spawning infront of them, piece attaching to piece.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Muffled Voice :: I handle the mafia's
cyber and artificial division, so I have plenty of this
available to me; kinda expensive though..
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: A full figure spawns infront of them.
Nikolai Ivashov :: Why are you here? What are you asking for?
Christian Knox would've put his stuff down. "How expensive?"
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Muffled Voice :: A MIQOVA-style model.
Vladimir Karamazov :: Are you coming to sell us a body after
literally scrapping her in the first place?
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Muffled Voice :: I-I didn't scrap her!
Alistar did! I just want to mend the bridges between us.
Nikolai Ivashov :: Bridge will be mended with his bones.
Vladimir Karamazov :: Are you planning on jumping sides?
Christian Knox :: If he can be touched..
Nikolai Ivashov :: He ran after I shot him again.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Muffled Voice :: I can't jump the
sides; running away from the Blakkat is a death sentence.
Vladimir Karamazov :: Do they know about you helping us?
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: The figure shakes their head. "Nope,
and it doesn't matter. Everyone except for the Big Boss is on
the same level." they said, clapping.
Nikolai Ivashov :: If I see him again he will die.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Muffled Voice :: I can attach the
black box to the data core of this artifcial body and activate
its neural base; that'll basically revive her in this body. But
it'll take a few days for the systems to all reboot.
Nikolai Ivashov :: What is the catch?
Vladimir Karamazov :: How can we be sure when you send this
thing back it wont just turn on us?
Vladimir Karamazov :: And what do you gain from this? All the
info from her?
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Muffled Voice :: Always a catch, jeez.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Muffled Voice :: First, an artificials
entire coding and non-physical being is held in their black box.
I couldn't do anything without spending time on that.
Nikolai Ivashov :: You would help us knowing I intend to kill
the one who threatened us?
Vladimir Karamazov :: Maybe he wants him gone?
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Muffled Voice :: Sure. Alistars a
monolouging shit, who constantly antagonizes me infront of Big
Boss about my district, this one.
Nikolai Ivashov :: It is a grudge.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Muffled Voice :: If hes threatened by
you, I might get more respect. You climb up in the mafia with
both teamwork -and- backstab.
Nikolai Ivashov :: Remove your mask.
Vladimir Karamazov :: So you suggest an alliance?
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Muffled Voice :: N'yes.
Vladimir Karamazov :: We see your face we have deal.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Muffled Voice :: ..You might not like
the results, but sure.
Vladimir Karamazov :: We do not judge.
Christian Knox :: Well, it probably isn't about how you look,
but maybe identification? A face to associate with as someone
we..They can trust.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: The person waits for a bit, then
sighs. They begin to take off their maks.
Vladimir Karamazov :: Building trust with a faceless entity is a
bit tough.
Nikolai Ivashov blinked.
Nikolai Ivashov :: Good enough for me.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: They put their mask back on.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Muffled Voice :: Now, do we have a
partnership?
Nikolai Ivashov :: Da.
Vladimir Karamazov :: Da. Christian?
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Toma :: Da. For now..
Christian Knox :: I'm a bit iffy, but sure. I'll green light it.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Konoma :: Da, yes! To a great
partnership!
Christian Knox was lingering on the individual's words.
'Teamwork AND backstabbing.' These words, for some odd reason
lingered in his head as things happened.
Vladimir Karamazov puts out his hand to shake to SECURE the
partnership.
Nikolai Ivashov :: Box?
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: The person touches Vladimirs hand,
before their suit glitches out for a second, "I may have took it
off for a little too long." they said.
Vladimir Karamazov :: Do you need us to protect you while you
head to a more secure area?
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Toma :: We should probably handle this
at our new base, da?
Vladimir Karamazov :: I suppose so. Do you mind joining us were
about to negotiate for a new place.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Toma :: Sitting out here is giving me
the chills. I lived in these slums before; everyone is either a
gangster, an accomplice, or an idjit.
Nikolai Ivashov :: They are familiar.
Christian Knox :: Mm.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: ''Of course, said the figure." They
manifested a pair of handcuffs onto themself. "Incase you don't
trust me."
Vladimir Karamazov :: No need for that.
Vladimir Karamazov :: You're more useful uncuffed.
Muffled Voice :: Alright, comrade.
Vladimir Karamazov :: Plus I'm sure you can manifest things you
manifest...
"Anyway let us secure this pact in blood! Possibly." said
Vladimir as he lead the group towards the den that they had all
saw earlier. Boris let out a soft groan, as if in accord with
him.
Toma knocks on the door. "Vasily-cha- I mean Comrade Vasily, are
you there? It's Toma Androkinov." said Toma, Nikolai squinting
at her.
Toma gets no response upon knocking on the door.
Vladimir Karamazov sighed at Toma being a huge weeb in front of
his new cool hacker friend.
Nikolai Ivashov :: Sad.
Vladimir Karamazov :: We knock a bit harder?
Vladimir Karamazov :: I'm a bit suprised you haven'
Vladimir Karamazov :: t kicked down the door yet Toma.
"Nah, Vasily tends to be a heavy sleeper. Normally, I just do
this." said Toma before quickly brandishing her Wakizash" her
Wakizashi, slashing through the door, before kicking it in with
her foot, breaking it down. "He still has this shitty, weak
door."
Christian Knox :: That's one way of doing it, I guess.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: As you look in as the door breaks, you
see a weird scene and hear music playing in the background of
the house.. Toma looks in horror, "What.. the.."
Vladimir Karamazov :: Another door to your kill count.
Nikolai Ivashov :: A habit of yours?
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Toma storms in, charging angrily at
the guy up front. "Davis, where the hell is Vasily and what the
heck is going on?!"
Nikolai Ivashov followed after, for the sake of safety.
Nathan Shields none of this themes are working
Vladimir Karamazov :: Nikolai you ever been to party?
The man upfront stands. "Toma, what a pleasure to see you.
Vasily isn't here as you can see. He's kinda dead."
Toma :: Vasily's dead? Why didn't anyone contact me; I should've
been there! And what the heck happened to thi-
The man upfront blows a puff of smoke into Toma's face as she
staggers back, coughing.
Konoma :: I'm assuming this isn't what the drug den normally
looks like.
Christian Knox would've made his way in after standing outside
for a good minute, wanting to let what he'd been hearing sink
in. This music is fucking terrible-
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Toma :: And that girl! (Toma walks up,
ready to unchain them.)
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Other Guy :: Nah, man. What the fuck's
is you doin with our bitch?
Nikolai Ivashov stared around.
Vladimir Karamazov is VERY unimpressed.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Other Guy 2 :: Don't mess with our
girl, cyka blyat!
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Toma looks as if she's going to blow a
gasket. "This shit ends right now, Davis. Get the hell out of
here!"
Vladimir Karamazov sighs things were obviously about to get
violdent.
"Can we turn off this music before this conflict grows?"
Who is you to tell us what to do, shithead? Vasily is gone and
I'm in charge with my folks. You're the one whos going to leave
unless you want to be our next girl.
I feel as it is making everyone more angry.
Davis looked at Toma from bottom to top. "You're kinda fine, I
guess. Not very plump in the important areas, though".
Vladimir Karamazov :: Ok everyone clean this place up.
Toma seemed like she had finally had it, and took a deep breath.
Afterwards, she unsheathed her wakizashi. "You die today,
motherfucker!"
Vladimir Karamazov signals for the others to MURDER.
Christian Knox would bring out his SLYQUARTER, effectively
leading to what he'd been carrying to drop on to the floor.
Nikolai Ivashov tore out his SARZ, wielding it alongside the
Genova and opening fire on every hostile person in the closed
area - first on Davis, attempting to blow him away before he
even had the chance to reach for his nearby firearm. He
prioritized those with weaponry closest.
Konoma takes stance, using the Karate martial arts.
(fight scene)
Vladimir Karamazov :: Someone turn off this music for the love
of god.
Nikolai Ivashov was, evidently, VERY good at cutting things.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Toma smashes the stereo with her
sword.
Vladimir Karamazov :: Thank you.
Vladimir Karamazov sighs.
Nikolai Ivashov assured they were all dead.
Vladimir Karamazov :: These stains are going to be hard to get
out...
Christian Knox just rested his foot on Ruffian A.
Nikolai Ivashov :: Are there more?
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: The girl who was chained looks down.
"T-thanks.."
Nikolai Ivashov slashed the chains?
Vladimir Karamazov :: How did you even end up like this?
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Toma :: I was on my way to highschool
when I got kidnapped. They've had me here for a week.
Vladimir Karamazov :: How old are you?!
Christian Knox looked over to Toma. A bit conflicted.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: did I put toma-
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: woops
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Girl :: I'm seventeen.
Nikolai Ivashov stabbed the corpses a good few times. "Have to
make sure, then."
Vladimir Karamazov :: Well you're safe now.
Vladimir Karamazov :: We can take you back to your family if you
want.
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((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Girl :: Yes, please! T-thank you..
(She rested her face on Vladimir, crying softly)
Vladimir Karamazov :: It is okay now.
Vladimir Karamazov comforts her.
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Toma :: So after we throw the bodies
into a ditch and clean this place out. a lot, this can be our
new base, da?
Vladimir Karamazov :: Yeah someone look around for drugs.
Vladimir Karamazov :: Hacker guy do you want to work on the
robot her or somewhere else?
((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Muffled Voice :: I'll work on it here.
The suit filters out drug den smells.
Vladimir Karamazov :: Lucky.
Vladimir Karamazov orders whoever has the black box to give it
to hacker man.
Vladimir Karamazov looks for drugs and loot laying around.
Nikolai Ivashov slipped the box away from Irina and handed it
over.
Nikolai Ivashov got to work in disposing of the corpses, seeing
as he was the reason three of them WERE corpses.
Vladimir Karamazov :: After we get everything situated we will
take the girl home da?
Vladimir Karamazov :: Sorry to keep you here for a bit longer
but we need to be organized.
Christian Knox would remove his foot from Ruffian A's now fresh
corpse as Nikolai took him away.
<Vladimir Story> The group spent their time for the remainder of
the week clearing out and preparing the drug den as their new
base of operations, disposing of corpses in the way. The
mysterious hacker spent a few hours setting up MIQOVA, before
leaving. She would take a few days to wake up.
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