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[OOC] New World Survival RP

Sasha looked down at the fish plopped beside him. He, personally, enjoyed fish. And as hungry as he was, Sasha could probably eat several. Typically, he ate around 4200 calories a day, well over double what the average person would eat. Most of it was protein drinks mixed with fruit and vegetables. He rarely ate bread and usually tried to avoid carbs. A guy didn't get his type of physic without effort. However, Sasha knew that his diet would change drastically as long as they were lost. There was no way he'd be able to reach the caloric intake he had before, and he would probably lean down quite a bit, as the type of weight lifting exercises he normally did would just be unnecessary excursion. He had to think in survival mode for now.

When Ysran asked for the rock knife, Sasha reached over to his other side were it sat beside him. He handed it to the man and stood to turn the meat over the fire. "Do you want help?" He asked, turning back to Ysran. He eyed the fish, some of which had spiny fins. He hoped they weren't the stinging type like catfish.

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At the mention of making a shelter, Sasha looked up at the clear sky as the sun set. It was turning bright orange, and they would probably only have about an hour of light left at the most.
"It might be too late to make one tonight. I don't think the benefit would be worth the risk of rummaging through the woods at night barefoot. We should take shifts keeping watch, but other than that, we may have to make due for now."

As it grew darker, it also grew colder. Sasha knew the need for clothes would be pressing soon. Hopefully, it wouldn't get much colder than it already was. The animal hide would take at least a full day to dry, and it certainly wasn't enough to cloth all of them. Being the biggest, he figured it was only fair of him to wait. It would probably take an entire animal to make something that would even fit him. And anyways, he was fairly tolerant to the cold.

While the fire burned, Sasha began fiddling with some of the stronger branches he'd found. He found two with forked ends and snapped them in half so that they were each about three feet long. He then began working on sharpening the end of a third. When the fire was burned down to the white hot coals, he staked the two forked branches in the ground, and skewered meat with the pointed one to lay across the firepit. It would have to be turned fairly frequently, but it got the job done.

He sat back when he was done, his eyes settling on the shifting light of the embers. It was peaceful, almost. Peace was something that he hadn't felt in a long time. A man constantly at war, Sasha wasn't used to having quiet moments like this. Letting his guard down was always too dangerous.

It occurred to him that he hadn't even shared his name with these new people yet. Most people he met didn't care enough to ask, but seeing as he was stuck here for X amount of time with them, it might be worth mentioning. Honestly, it was probably for the best that they didn't know too much about him. Many people found it hard to look past what he did for a living, regardless of his intentions. He was a professional killer, even if he only tried to kill bad people. Not to mention that his work was, more often than not, illegal. But what did any of that matter now?

"You, uh, can call me Sasha," He said, seemingly out of the blue.

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Sasha grunted a thanks at Ysran as he handed him the rock knife. At the mention of a stream, Sasha nodded at the idea of exploring it a bit. "Just don't wait until dark to come back; we don't know what's out there."

He then got to work cleaning to kill while he still had daylight left. He'd gathered a stack of logs and dry tinder to start a fire, which was put on the back burner for now. He took the animal down to the water and began sawing at it with the crude knife. It wasn't easy, but he finally managed to get the hide off in mostly one piece and get the meat cut up into manageable hunks. He washed the excess blood from the meat and hide, then brought it over to the new firepit to set them on the rocks. Now came the tedious task of trying to get a fire going.

Admittedly, Sasha had only done this once before, years ago as a Cadette in the Russian ground forces. But he'd watched a few of those dumb reality survival shows, so why not give it a shot? He gathered up some dry grass and frayed it together into a nest. Then, with two rocks, he began to clack away in an attempt to get sparks.

About half an hour later, each strike was being accompanied by a frustrated slew of words that could only be swearing in his native language. Sasha was clearly beginning to get fed up with this process. Then, like some kind of holy miracle, viable sparks flew from the rocks and onto the grass. Sasha quickly dropped the rocks and began to tend to the baby flame. He barked at someone to get the fire pit ready for him to transfer the burning grass over. His hands were covered in small nicks from striking the rocks together and missing, and he really didn't want to have to start over again.

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I may make a female character if we can't get anyone else to join.

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@Lord Orgasmo

I don't know if you saw or not, but in my post I said they were already AT a lake. If anything, he should be excited about finding a stream.

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So I overrided some things from the previous post, because it would be dumb of them to skin the animal before they had found a place to settle down, and then without water to wash up afterwards. Also without tools it would be nearly impossible. Trust me, skinning things is not as easy as just pulling the skin off. You usually have to cut it off as you go.

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Sasha was silent for most of the short trip back to the clearing he had found himself in. The beast was still there, just as he'd left it. A pool of blood had formed around it's head, and it's leathery skin was flecked with red. Sasha picked the creature up and hauled it onto one shoulder, carrying it like a limp sack of potatoes.

"We'll clean it when we get to water," He said. It only made sense. There no use making of mess of themselves here, and they had no tools to work with anyway. Sasha's plan was to find water, and find the type of smooth rocks that water usually formed. Perhaps they could shape a crude knife to skin and carve the beast with.

Blood slowly dripped down his bare skin from the creature's mashed skull, but Sasha didn't seem to pay it any mind. With his line of work came a very strong stomach; it took quite a bit to make him queasy.

The group then set off again in search of water. As they walked, Sasha noticed a path of pushed down grass that appeared to be made by a herd of some sort. He suggested they follow it. Herd animals would know which vegetation was edible, and their trail would likely lead to water eventually.

He took a mental note of which grasses were eaten down along the path, and which plants were left alone. And, as he had thought, the trail led them to a large lake. It wasn't the moving water he had hoped for, but there was sure to be a stream leading off the main body somewhere. This would do for now, and since the sun was starting to get low, they didn't really have time to be picky.

Sasha flopped the animal down onto the ground and decided to take charge. He pointed to Ysran. "You, go find some smooth rocks and some rigid rocks and bring them back here. Grind them down on the smooth rock until you have a sharp edge."

He then looked to the other man. "And you. I saw a few trees on the path that looked like they had fruit left higher up in the branches. The fruits on the low branches are gone because the animals ate them, which means we can most likely eat them. Go gather some up and be careful not to wander too far."

When he was done barking orders at the strangers as if they were his old platoon, Sasha brought himself over to the water to wash the blood from his skin. While the others did their assigned tasks, he would work on collecting dry wood from the banks and hopefully get a fire going before night fell.

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"A...thing that tried to attack me," Sasha said, not quite sure how to discribe the animal. It was like a big lizard cat. Nothing like he'd ever seen before. Even still, being the realist he was, he had a hard time believing that they had wound up on the script of some scifi movie. Perhaps they were on some obscure island or something. Still, the man had a point. They had no supplies and no way of knowing when they were getting home. If they were getting home...

"It's about a quarter mile that way," Sasha nodded in the direction behind him. "We should stick together in groups; there could be more."

He glanced back at the group of people still recovering. There was enough of them that they would probably be okay together if the three of them left for a bit.