"Raising her is hard, period." James retorted.
"And if you must know, we left for personal reasons. Not because we don't know how to fend off raiders. You saw me kill the Dire Hyena last night."
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The flaps of Ivan's ushanka flapped in the wind. He did a lazy forward roll, briefly viewing the MiG he'd fallen out of. It was like a swan, and he was a much smaller swan, rushing towards the ground at terminal velocity. As the splotches of color began to gain detail, he pulled the ripcord on his chest, and a bright red parachute unfolded, a picture of Stalin imprinted upon it.
Ivan steered around in the air, using a road as a makeshift landing strip. His boot heels skidded along the ground; he landed on his hands and knees, crouching his head.
The Russian slowly looked up, the sun reflected off his gasmask's lenses. He quickly pulled off the parachute, and looked around. He somehow expected New York to be more.... glamorous. He pulled out a radio, and spoke into it.
"<Comrades, I have landed alive as planned. City seems to be deserted.>"
"<.....off ta-......Ivan, you mus-......avoi....Chech---.....unny...-nge tan-............>" the radio responded, giving off mostly static. Ivan reached into his belt, only to discover he had no backup radio. He made a mental note to build a backup radio, and designate it his new primary radio.
"You! Where is box for making chats?" he turned, asking a particularly decayed looking citizen. It shambled towards him, making a strangely familiar groan. Ivan couldn't place where he'd heard it, only that it set off some primal urge to kill it. Which he did. Ivan drew his Makarov and shot the walker in the head.
Holstering his sidearm, Ivan examined the ruined town. There was a hospital in the distance. Ivan hummed a little tune to himself, and tactically crouch-walked his way towards the building. Hospitals had anesthetic. Vodka was anesthetic. Therefore, he could find a stockpile there.
*Translated from Russian.
Ivan steered around in the air, using a road as a makeshift landing strip. His boot heels skidded along the ground; he landed on his hands and knees, crouching his head.
The Russian slowly looked up, the sun reflected off his gasmask's lenses. He quickly pulled off the parachute, and looked around. He somehow expected New York to be more.... glamorous. He pulled out a radio, and spoke into it.
"<Comrades, I have landed alive as planned. City seems to be deserted.>"
"<.....off ta-......Ivan, you mus-......avoi....Chech---.....unny...-nge tan-............>" the radio responded, giving off mostly static. Ivan reached into his belt, only to discover he had no backup radio. He made a mental note to build a backup radio, and designate it his new primary radio.
"You! Where is box for making chats?" he turned, asking a particularly decayed looking citizen. It shambled towards him, making a strangely familiar groan. Ivan couldn't place where he'd heard it, only that it set off some primal urge to kill it. Which he did. Ivan drew his Makarov and shot the walker in the head.
Holstering his sidearm, Ivan examined the ruined town. There was a hospital in the distance. Ivan hummed a little tune to himself, and tactically crouch-walked his way towards the building. Hospitals had anesthetic. Vodka was anesthetic. Therefore, he could find a stockpile there.
*Translated from Russian.
Because he told him to keep an eye on his daughter, not to get kidnapped.
Don't worry, if Elric gets kidnapped, James will just go find him, and subsequently punch him in the eye.
"East." James replied, walking at a brisk pace. "Not in this country; my kind live on the borders of civilization. We receive visit from raider and beast alike. Even nobles must have a firm hand there, lest another take what's yours."
You can't kidnap him; he's babysitting my kid.
"If it's about the beasts, I left their bodies in the living area. That's accounted for." James said, pushing past the men. "And Elric, she's upstairs. You've blessed with five men to help you, so I expect you to keep her safe until I return. Don't disappoint me."
He set off, heading in a Southerly direction. "I'll be back in a few hours."
He set off, heading in a Southerly direction. "I'll be back in a few hours."
"I need to go see what kind of happenings go on in this town. It's fairly large, so I'm sure there are guilds present. I'll need to catch my bearings if I'm to stay here for more than a day anyways." James explained, leaning on the railing.
"Besides, I promised Anya I'd take her out later, and that means I'll need to find someplace nice to visit."
He walked a little further, and stopped at the door before adding, "Oh. Are there any bad parts of town? One with more bandits or random muggings? So I know where to watch myself."
"Besides, I promised Anya I'd take her out later, and that means I'll need to find someplace nice to visit."
He walked a little further, and stopped at the door before adding, "Oh. Are there any bad parts of town? One with more bandits or random muggings? So I know where to watch myself."
The Fated Fallen said
"Elric!" Tirarian raised her hand to get his attention."Sorry I left sharpish last night, I was very tired and decided to get out of there before anything else broke. As you know, unlike my kinsmen I don't know much about building, but I can replace any broken potions from the attack."The gnome put down the cart she was pulling and leaned against it. "I wanted to talk to you about you lodgers, don't they seem a little queer to you? I know you have a thing about strangers, and I know you have a thing about knowing people but... Some strange knight and daughter walk into town and we get attacked by a Hyena-man?"
HEARD YOU WAS TALKIN SHIT LIKE I WOULDN'T FIND OUT
"I'll come back as soon as I'm done." James promised, patting Anya on the head. "Be nice to Elric, okay? We're guests in his home, we should be polite to some extent."
The knight descended the stairway, overhearing Elric's midget-wife talk about the coincidence last night. His face grew stern.
"You say that like it was my plan to be attacked by a Dire Hyena and a gnoll. I assure you, if this were a mounted attack on my family it would not take place at a barber shop. But if what you suggest is something so low as that I conspire with gnolls, I advise you to find something akin to evidence."
The knight descended the stairway, overhearing Elric's midget-wife talk about the coincidence last night. His face grew stern.
"You say that like it was my plan to be attacked by a Dire Hyena and a gnoll. I assure you, if this were a mounted attack on my family it would not take place at a barber shop. But if what you suggest is something so low as that I conspire with gnolls, I advise you to find something akin to evidence."
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