Tracyarmav

The Great War Rises (1914 RP)

You know, I don't know who's side to choose. Russia or Japan. I feel conflicted

@Lauder

Then go fishing for favors, Send us both a PM with something like "Hey if fight on your side, what do I get?" and see which one of us makes a higher bid.

Or wait for a current ally to choose a side and follow their lead.

The Great War Rises (1914 RP)

I know that, Dmitri does not, and sorry mate, but you're the scapegoat for Dmitri this year. Could be worse, oh wait... not really... I hope you have some allies, ;)

Honestly this is partially to shift the focus from Europe to the world as a whole, as I'm rather not fond of it being labeled a World War, when over half the world, by population and number of countries, couldn't care less about what a bunch European's are doing in Europe, until it affects them at home.

Demon Hunter: Chicago

Dmitri Pavlovich

I pull into the mansion's garage, and help unload the crates, one of which accidentally ends up in the back of my wagon under a tarp. My uncle comes down and notes the missing crate, I note the extra hassle and his prior insistence that the hassle had been dealt with. I wasn't keen on going to jail anytime soon, if he wanted a hit done, he had men for that and I wasn't one of them. My Uncle had the grace to let it go, though he wasn't thrilled with the idea. See if I cared, I'd finished the job, and was free to go about my business, for now. I'd hoped to catch up with a fellow hunter, so I could start working on a new angle to deal with some of the pressure the Russian mob, or more accurately it's clients were facing. My best bet seemed to be the Vampire girl, she'd have the experience to hunt these things into oblivion, I hoped. It kept pulling infernal minions from the depths of hell, small ones, but more than enough to completely demolish local law enforcement, both cops and mafia hit-men were getting knocked out by these things. It was the biggest threat to the Russian mob in Chicago, if it left, I left, and I didn't want to leave. I knew to many people who would just end up as food, slaves, or worse.

I drive away from the mansion in my wagon, glancing in my rear-view mirror as I pull out of the mansions' gates. Great, I had a tail... Much as I would love to just blow them all to hell, it would cause more issues than it would solve. I pull into the morning traffic, and head downtown, ignoring my tail. It would probably just switch off once I got into town anyway. I drive carefully into Chicago, finding a place to legally park for a few hours. Turning off my lights, I lay the seat back and turn so I can reach the tarp and the crate beneath it. I pull out the PP-2000 I'd used earlier, I take the time to refill the mag, and collect two more, for a total of 133 rounds (3 mags of 44, plus one in the chamber). I slide it into a shoulder rig, thankful for it's compact design, and then grab a heavy coat that falls to my knees, to pull on over it all. Stepping out of the car, I reset my seat and look around the parking garage, my tail hadn't noticed that I was parked yet, good. I lock the car, checking that the crate was hidden under the tarp before I closed the door and started for the stairs. Folding the overcoat's collar up against the wind, I pull a black skull cap down over my head, to protect my ears from the cold. It might also keep the other mobster's from recognizing me as a Russian, the blood thirsty fools.

Walking up the stairs in the garage, I check the slip of paper that had the address I needed, scribbled on it. Nodding as I repeated the address to myself, I stuffed the note, and my hands, into my pockets, as I stepped out onto the street, and turned to walk briskly down the street, crossing it at the first opportunity. Pedestrian and vehicle traffic was just below rush hour levels, so when the goons appeared in front of the garage, I was no where to be seen. I still took precautions to check my tail, and be sure that I was clear. Only then did I approach the address I was looking for. It was an apartment complex. I let myself in, and found the right door. I knocked loudly, three times, hoping that the occupant, supposedly a vampire huntress, was both at home and awake.

@Shikaru

The Great War Rises (1914 RP)

Russia has informally accused Japan of inciting civil war, by trying to frame several of the leading dissenting people's parties in the "assassination" of Emperor Nicholas II. This information was "leaked" to the press by a "key investigator."

The Great War Rises (1914 RP)

The Emperor's funeral was grand, refined and elegant. The entire thing took most of a day, with some of the speeches being moved to the day after. Grand Duke Dimitri was present for the entire funeral, and gave a brief but eloquent speech, expressing the grief of the Russian people, and the great loss the world shared in his demise. He hinted that retribution, if was deemed necessary, would be served with the full might of the Russian Empire and it's allies behind it.

I am Commander Bronislav Ivanov, I command the Imperial Guard's 48th Army Corps in Yakutsk, Siberia. We have recently been tasked with mobilizing quietly and moving to the Manchuria area. We have no orders to attack, but I have been warned that we may be moving into a combat zone and should make all the necessary preparations. Secrecy could mean our survival, so I drafted orders to prepare for an exercise in the Ural mountains. The lads would pack everything for that, plus I hinted at a probable royal inspection upon arrival, so the lads would have everything in good working order too, or as much as they could. Dmitri had sent a surprising amount of extra stores, arms, munitions, and uniforms, so he might actually be able to achieve something approaching operations ready. The lads were very grateful for all the food Dmitri had sent, and the new uniforms were warmer, and also the boots were not full of holes. Dmitri had almost sent enough of everything, what he lacked in supplies he made up for in a very generous war chest. I made the necessary acquisitions, and we spent the week training in and with the new gear.

As the week ends I give orders to move out, my aides posting a schedule to load the trucks that would be transporting us all to the Japanese front. How could I think of it as anything else? It was a perfect plan they had come up with, assassinating the Emperor in such restless times, when Russians would fight each other instead of their enemies. And after the last war, no one wanted start another fight with japan... except for me. I had lost a father and two brothers to them on the field of battle. And I had sworn to avenge them, perhaps God was smiling upon me at last, and would aid us in this new war.

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I send a letter back to Dmitri, announcing that I was moving to Manchuria with 48th Army Corp in tow, and the utmost secrecy. It was impossible to hide our movements, but I took steps to make them in consequential when possible, and when not, I relied on misinformation, we moved west to an exercise in the Urals. Even most of our drivers didn't know our true destination. They would learn when they were directed to continue following the lead vehicle, by myself and my staff. We were going south, and then east. We would transfer the heavy equipment to trains at Neryungri, and the 48th would regroup at Tynda where I would set up my personal HQ, and begin scouting out Japanese positions to the south and south east. I had strict orders to hold at Tynda, so I would also be gathering stores and ammunition for the coming war. As I get into my personal vehicle, an aide rushes up handing me a sheet of paper. It had a simple message, a headline for some newspaper probably. It read, "Jap agents frame local dissidents in assassination." I crumpled the sheet, in my hand, and told the aide that we would continue as planned until new orders arrived, which I would be checking for regularly. I would soon find my initial assumption correct, it was the front page headline of the national newspaper.

Demon Hunter: Chicago

Dmitri Pavlovich

The Basics
Name: Dmitri Pavlovich
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Species: Human

On-Hand
Daily clothing: Military surplus for the most part, some old KGB memorabilia, specifically, because he likes to play up the image.
Weapon: Semi-auto .38, nine round mag, usually concealed in a belt pouch or hip pocket, a set of eight matching throwing knives, kept in sleeves at the wrists. Keeps a two foot length of lead pipe in the Wagon. Prefers to do things as indirectly as possible.
Equipment: Water resistant watch, binoculars, a thin silver whistle, three canteens, two of holy water, one of vodka.
Extra clothing: Extra shirt and trousers, with a thick wool coat to keep heavy winds at bay.

Elementals and Abilities
Elementals: Water + Lightning
Abilities: Creation & Manipulation of water, Creation of lightning.

Companions: The haunts of past failures.

Biography: Russian mafia member, US Soldier(National Guard), and small time mariner out on the lake. The rest you don't need to know, or don't want to know, probably both. He always seems to be able to know something about what's going on, though usually nothing specific. He can also get items that are hard to acquire, but it all costs him, and it's never cheap enough to be payed off in cash. So he tries not to use his resources unless he has too. He owns a deep blue Volvo XC70 T6, it's surprisingly low profile, fast, and has plenty of cargo space, all highly useful for a mafia man.

Born into the Russian Mob, he's had a rough life so far. He considers the year a good one if he's lost less than three friends that year. He remembers only two good years. Plagued by the horrors he'd seen he signed on with JROTC in highschool. He excelled, and was the top of his class, even in academics. He understands that muscling through a problem is expensive, and with troubles in the mother land increasing, his small branch of the family
was getting pressured out of Chicago's more profitable districts. His Uncle, the head of the Chicago branch, was a clever weasel of a man, a bit cowardly in a direct confrontation, he was the master of plots, deception, and subterfuge. Dmitri was not as clever as his uncle, but he knew to keep his nose as clean as possible, the men with clean noses lived longer than the others did.

His uncle didn't like his reluctance to be a family man, but didn't push to hard, so long as he came when called, and didn't mind doing little jobs every now and again. Dmitri had obliged him at every turn so far. Though he wondered how long it could last...

Demon Hunter: Chicago

@Tracyarmav Your post was nice, but you used first-person and then used third-person.

@xxrhoo

Thank you for noticing. I try to change styles, if/when I change person, but occasionally I just switch persons, editing now.

Should be fixed now.

Demon Hunter: Chicago

Posted, now to rush off to work, as I'm slightly late, sometimes I hate my CDO.

Demon Hunter: Chicago

Dmitri Pavlovich

Dmitri loved the cold, it kept most of the innocents off the streets. He sat on the railing of his third story balcony at the family mansion a little outside of down town Chicago. His uncle had a job for him, not unusual but mildly annoying since he'd had to cancel his own meager plans for the day to accommodate his uncle. Still, it was supposed to be a simple run, which probably meant that Dmitri could count on being jumped by someone or something, probably both. He would be driving a family vehicle down to the piers to pick up a new shipment of guns and ammunition for the family. These would be PP-2000s and AKS-74Us to replace the older mostly american guns currently in use. Some of the gun crates would be packed with loaded guns, having been inspected and assembled by his uncle's men in Canada. This was a safety precaution for the men transporting the weapons, in case a rival decided to try and grab the load for themselves.

Down at the Docks, Dmitri was tense. Things had gone perfectly so far, that was a bad sign, some thing always went wrong, that's just how life was. As the last crates were loaded, he told the boat and crew to get out and fast, before they got caught up in whatever was about to go down. The didn't need to be told twice. He got into his vehicle, and the motorcade moved out. They were stopped at the gates of the yard. A new inspector was there, and he wanted to know what was in the crates. Dmitri told him he didn't want to see what was in the crates if he had family, hoping to scare the man off, but the inspector refused to back down. Dmitri shrugged, got out, and waved him to the back of his vehicle. He opened the back of his SUV, pulled out a crate, checked the cameras, they were all pointed at the gate and couldn't see his vehicle, the last in the motorcade. The inspector saw, and reached for his side arm, as Dmitri opened the case, pulled out a loaded PP-2000 and pulled the trigger once, sending three rounds into the inspector's chest at point blank range. The inspector dropped, his side arm clattering to the ground, it's safety still on. Dmitri looked at the PP-2000 with and admiration of it's punch, despite it's low recoil and it was quieter than the old Tommy-guns his uncle's men had been using... maybe he'd keep one. He repacked the crate, while two other drivers disposed of the new ex-inspector, and then the motorcade left. Thankfully, that was the only incident the motorcade ran into, still it was one more incident than Dmitri had been told to expect. He'd have a word with his uncle about that later.

Demon Hunter: Chicago

@xxrhoo It'll be up soon! (before I go to work)