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Re: CDDA: Adventures in Cataclysm
« Reply #5070 on: September 26, 2018, 05:43:34 pm »
(( Sammy and Sergei stuff written with Wilson. ))

Helen had, after burying what remained of Branches, returned to The Hall to check on things, a thought lingering in the back of her mind. However, after matters pushed her concerns aside, as she went over to check on Solomon, seeing that he was there talking with Steinar, having handed over the note Salazar had instructed him to give to the man. "I...don't know what this is about to be honest, but I hope he's okay." he said, Helen looking the two over with concern. Soon though, she decided to make her very next task to head to her quarters, to check on Victor and Thomas...



Sammy was going through her steamer trunk, frowning a bit at her selection of clothes. Pants, shirts, and jackets. Olive green, blue-jeans, and tan. All of her clothes were very drab, boring, and utilitarian. She let out a huff, “I should of gotten more of a color palette…” She mumbled.

Sergei meanwhile hmmed a bit, having sorted through a few things unpacked since moving into the watchtower, regarding an old leather trenchcoat with an amused look, before tossing it aside. “Can’t blame you. Still looks good, and it works...” Sammy pouted a bit, “But they’re all plaaain… At least you got some actual colors in your clothing. W-well… Clothing that other people are gonna see…” She said, mumbling that last part as she blushed a bit.

Sergei ended up looking away shyly at that. “Suppose if you want we could get something like that...dunno if they have anything like that to spare here, but maybe either the center, or...” he remarked. “Or we can poke around the city.” Sammy suggested, smiling a bit. “Pluuus we can get somewhere a lil’ more sturdy.” She suggested, that smile widening.

Sergei was trying, and failing miserably, to hide his blush at that last remark. Then he thought back on what all he’d been up to lately. In all honesty, very little action, the last being the raid on the lab Apophis had been in. “That sounds fine by me. Much as I trust the construction, er...” he stammered, before regaining his composure as they got ready to head out on a little trip. Sammy grabbed her Vaquero and remembered something else. “Oh! Uh. Sergei! I got you somethin’!” She said, offering the russian a small box wrapped in butcher’s paper and twine.

“Oh? Thank you.” he said, curious as he unwrapped the present, finding to his surprise a pair of what seemed to be demi-gauntlets. As he examined them he quickly took notice of them being just right for his hands, each having a knuckle bar with spikes carefully riveted in place, the bar and spikes contrasting with the rest of the metal plates in being a noticeably darker, harder steel. Leftover pieces of salvaged war walker plating, which immediately made him suspect just who she requested make it. He also took notice of the fluting and other decorative reinforcement on the other plates, and on each a design was engraved on the back of the hand. For the right, a Russian Orthodox cross, and a star design on the left. “I...Sammy, wow this is...I could punch so many things with these.” he blurted out, stunned.

Sammy giggled at that, “Pfff- You dork… I knew you’d like it.” She said, smiling at him. “Had Hector make it for me, I thought he needed somethin’ t’do…” Sammy continued, glancing down at the gauntlets. Sergei nodded as he tried them out, making note of the padding right under the knuckle bars, a bit of fabric of some sort and leather. “Keeps himself busy a lot it seems. And does look like something he’d make, true...so I guess this makes a good right cross punch a real cross punch, hmm?”

Sammy cracked up at that, “Shoooosh!” She giggled, shoving him playfully. “Double Dork!” She teased, before the two climbed down from the tower. Sergei snickered a bit before climbing down after her, checking the supplies he’d brought. A mostly-empty duffel bag actually, expecting to bring home a good bit of loot with them but he did bring food and other basic things in case they found a quiet place to stop while in the old city they planned to explore.

The two went to the motor pool, and Sammy spotted an old motorcycle. “Ooooh! Oooh! A ducati!” She said in delight, pointing at one of the worn vehicles. It was a sleek, modernized motorcycle designed to look like one of those old World War 2 motorcycles. “I should find you a badass biker jacket…” She said, gawking over that motorcycle.

Sergei hmmed a bit at that, examining the ride and getting on. He couldn’t help but feel that the effect was rather less impressive in his plain red tracksuit jacket. “And a helmet or two, but I guess it’ll be fine since the roads aren’t crowded. Besides, if we start asking about helmets Hector will likely start forging a lobster helmet or something like that...”

Sammy pshhed at that, “We can fiiiind some. Jeez.” She teased, waving it off. “It’ll be fiiiiine.” She waved off. Sergei chuckled a bit to himself as he got on. “Maybe we’ll find a pair in town, same shelf as some leather pants, hmm?” he joked. Sammy blushed at that, before getting on the bike behind him, wrapping her arms around him. “I can't fit in those…” She mumbled, as the engine was started on the motorcycle.

Sergei was careful about starting off along the path through the woods, cutting across the field to reach open road, along a path only occasionally visited by passing explorers and caravans. “So how cleaned up do you think this place is?” Sammy shrugged a bit as they neared an old strip mall, “We’ll get lucky, hopefully…” She said softly to him.

Sergei nodded as he pulled the bike to a stop, cutting the engine off and hopping off, looking around for any sign of people, looting, the undead, whatever he could discern. It was sparse save for some wild animals and a handful of long-rotten undead. Sammy looked at the shops with a smile, “Ooh. A spencer’s!” she said quietly, getting off the bike and drawing the Vaquero.

Sergei nodded as he clenched his fists, testing the fit on the gauntlets and moving other to nudge one skeletal corpse with a foot, discerning easily enough that the nearest ones had already been put down. “A...hmm? Never been there.” Sammy smiled at Sergei, “Oh sweetie, you sweet summer child…” She teased as she lead Sergei towards the store, seeking to show him rather than tell him.

To their relief things seemed to be fairly quiet as they entered the store, the place relatively intact and untouched. Up until a dried-out, decayed figure slumped over a checkout stand stirred, giving a raspy hiss right before a quick strike knocked its head right off its body. “Nice!” Sammy said aloud, before going to look at T-shirts. Inside the store could be described as a hot-topic, but not gothic.

Sergei found himself regarding the place with amusement, looking over a few items here and there, only to chuckle a bit at the jacket he found. “Wonder if they have anything made of actual leather, though...” he remarked, more to himself than anything else. As if on cue, Sergei wandered to the back of the store. As he was doing that, Sammy continued to look at various T-Shirts, jeans, and hoodies.

It wasn’t long before Sergei found himself holding up something that, upon realizing that Sammy was looking over at him now, he promptly dropped, blushing furiously. “Well, I said I was looking for leather, but that wasn’t what I had in mind...” he mumbled, looking away. “C’moooon, sweetie. It ain’t that sk- Oh. Oh no it is…” Sammy said, holding up the ‘outfit’. Which was basically a bundle of straps. “How would you even wear this…” She mumbled as she dropped it like Sergei, however.

The two continued to shop, and Sammy picked up a few bright t-shirts and a hoodie. And the two walked back out, and towards another shop. A motorcyclist shop, with biker memorabilia. Sergei once again examined and checked to ensure the area seemed to be clear, looking over a jacket. “I wonder if this is where Nathaniel got that thing that doesn’t fit him...”

Sammy shook her head, “Naw, apparently it was Mr. Lowe’s…” She said, before picking up a leather jacket that'd fit Sergei, before turning it over. She giggled aloud, “Cuuute!” Sammy said, showing the back to the russian.

Sergei smiled some, only to blush as he held up a rather form-fitting pair of pants. On seeing the jacket he started to snicker, dropping the item he was holding up on seeing the design on the back, a kitten. “Well, that’s...not straps at least.” he remarked. Sammy laughed at that, as she stuffed the jacket into the duffel bag. She wandered over to the helmets, spotting a large cardboard box under the shelves.

Picking it up, Sammy took out her knife and cut the tape sealing it. Inside was a bunch of foreign military helmets, along with some antiques. Sergei hmmed a bit, looking at the helms and regarding one with amusement. A particular padded helmet designed for tank crews, in a style he recalled from old photos and stories told by his grandfather. “Huh...”

Sammy snickered a bit as Sergei tried on the helmet, shouldering a duffel bag now filled with various articles of clothing. “Probably should get going. You know, spooky mall, zombies and all that.” she teased, Sergei nodding as they made their way back outside and started up the motorcycle.  “Seems quiet at least...” With that, the two made their way back, a decent amount of loot in tow.



Within the space between realms, bridging worlds immeasurable distances apart, something stirred. Someone stirred. Focus shifted from beyond their reach, following a path that linked their natural domain to a disturbance. Following the effect the Watcher had on the Veil after his latest act wound up the fabric of reality into a dangerously tense state, all for the sake of catching Astor within the ragged net for a split-second.

A voice rang out. Clear in tone and noticeably feminine. "So this is what you have been meddling in. This is very far beyond our reach, you know."

He From Beyond The Veil answered simply, that familiar voice in its impassive tone resounding through the Beyond. "You have not seen the pleas that drew my attention. A thousand flames that burned in offering to me. Too many to be a coincidence." The answer seemed to displease the other presence. "If that is true, then such an event is of vital importance. It demands the attention of us all. All five of us. Not just you."

A wry chuckle answered her. "And the sixth would have been drawn to meddling even sooner. The mortals there call him the Archon. Amusing, to label a servant-turned-god after a servant of a false g-"

"Do NOT speak of him as though he has a place among us. I would not be surprised if you are to blame for said meddling, just as your meddling turned him into what he is now." she practically hissed out.

"Patience. What's done is done, and all the tatters in the Veil, all the fraying links that may endanger even our domains, have weathered foretold events by my steady hand. I suspected that even my involvement was a risk, but one that had to be taken. To involve more of us would only further destabilize things."

"...I understand. I do not approve, and I will be watching, but I understand." With that, at last silence fell upon the void. For but a moment. After what seemed like an entity, one final word broke the eternal quiet.

"F̵̧o͘o͟ļ̢͠s̨.͘"
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