[h2][center][b][i]Day 1
Somewhere outside the village of Pristupin, Libor Province
Republic of Polavia
Camping Out[/i][/b][/center][/h2]

The only thing he could really do is sit there and listen. And can't help but grin, "If you think I have any ability to pass on the religious judgement...you're wrong. I'm a Medic not a Priest. And I know less about animal husbandry." Okay maybe he's being too literal. As people are sipping tea and going over the plan he digs into his medic pack, "Come on...it's not just for disinfecting things..."

He gives off semi-committal grunts are things are discussed. He got the gist of it. A tough situation, worry about being discovered, identification problems. He hums and wonders to himself if he should have remembered to bring his Polavian Medical Licence. He really should have had it on him all the time to make it look like he's a registered member of the the medical community around here. Maybe it would have worked to get them past a check point or two in the future. Stupid of him to forget it.

As everyone is being so serious he finally crows, "Ah ha! Knew I had it here!" A tall maybe foot long tin canister, a jury rigged canteen, maybe 3 inches wide, "I knew I had brought something along!" He popped the top, anyone within about 5 feet would get the scent of a truly strong vodka. He tips it back and growls happily, "Ahhh that will wake you up. Good for three things, Killing Brain cells, disinfecting wounds and de-greasing engines." yes he passes it around. A little rot gut hurts no one.

[center][h2][i][u]Day 2
A Date with Unfortunate Ideas
Grestin Monastery, 
Somewhere overlooking the the village of Pristupin, 
Libor Province,
Republic of Polavia[/u][/i][/h2][/center]

You ever just stop to look at the Stars?

As the ragtag, rough team moved through the trees and brush and cool of the night, Silas found himself stopping and looking up through the canopy, at the stars above. The Night sky. He sniffed and rubbed a gloved hand over his nose, "[i]Malaka[/i] it's always something else." HE took a moment to watch a big bright blue star, one of the old Navigation Stars burn in the dark of the night above.

He then looked back down and scanned the crew.

Falling into Medic mode as he scanned everyone. Some were showing stress, other nerves, a few anxiety. He sniffed and trudged up, digging into his medical pack, grabbing a small bottle of water. Walking up and smacking it into Keodis' chest, "Drink, Hydrate. Calm your nerves yeah? [i]Gamoto[/i] this is a screw up." He sniffs and tries to run up to Rowan, but before he can get there they reach the edge of the woods and the ruins beyond. He palms his scattergun, "Damn..." And the spread of military types among them and the outpost, "What the hell is this?"

He's turning to the others when the argument between Felix, Rowan and Oksana began. He sighed and rubbed his nose, "Probably part of the reason that Reactor  burned down right there." He says to no one in particular.

He looked and he could tell what was about to happen as Rowan tensed then began to move. "[i]vlammeni[/i]! What are you! [i]Gamoto[/i]!" He growls as explosions of potions began to crack, Rowan's whip cracked. He spent all of about 15 seconds before he wracked the slide of his scattergun, really wishing he had his big KS right now. He surged up, and tried to tackle Rowan, down off the wall and down into cover. Growling at her as he does, "Do not make my job of all things harder you damn fool! Be angry, kill people. But do not kill yourself!" He tried to drag Rowan into cover behind a pillar of stone. Peeking around the pillar and then blind firing towards a group of the enemy. He growled, "Gamóto, tha katouríso to spíti sou kai ólous tous syngeneís sou!"


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Gamoto - Fuck/Fucking
Vlammeni - Idiot! (feminine)
Malaka - All purpose swear word, close to saying "Dick head"
Gamóto, tha katouríso to spíti sou kai ólous tous syngeneís sou! - "Fucking hell I will piss on your house and all your relatives!" Like wiping your ass with Greek Linen hehe
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