The Poppy Fields Brewery

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[Whole Lotta AHHHH]

Milenko Hristov
The Burned Man of the Rose

Location: Ruins

Milenko considered just shooting the kid in the back. He could burn the body and no one would need to know. He could say it was a mercy killing and use one of those creature's teeth to gnash at his body. But, that wasn't his path anymore. "Intel not wrong til you arrive. Methods not conventional. No explain to child who not listen" Milenko did not want to waste his breath further on the subject.

With Cade's failed attempt to throw him out the the way, Milenko blinked lazily at him as he tried to lecture the older man. Leaning down to get right into Cade's eyes, staring him right in the pupils. "You no have control over me. You say you find kids, so shut mouth, find kids. Use ears, stop moving gums." Wrapping the bandages back onto his arm without much concern, Milenko didn't just move from the spot, he started walking towards where there was some flatness in the clearing. Getting on his radio to call in for Huxley to come back around for a pick up. Spotlights would illuminate the sky when the chopper was inbound, Milenko being there to ensure any children recovered were secured in place.

Physical Characteristics:

Head: He has high cheekbones and a square jaw with a broad chin. His brow is strong with a broad forehead. The burns have left his ears nubbed and his nose disfigured to the point of being pig-like.

Markings:

Entire Body: Severe burns that appear to be unable to heal.

Face: Area around eyes and mouth have healed to scars leaving the skin a pale pink tone and somewhat glossy.

Finger Tips: Scarred up from the burns healing.

Inventory:

1x "Retribution" M70 AB2 0/30 (slung around chest and dangles near right hip)
1x "Sidearm" M57 0/9 (right hip holster)
1x MPL-50 Style E-Tool (Back Right Side)
1x M70 Bayonet (Front Left Side)

Equipment:
1x Gauze Bandages (covers entire body except for eyes and mouth)
1x Brown Tactical Load Bearing Vest with Holsters and Magazine Pouches
4x 9 Round 7.62x25 Magazines (Belt Pouches)
1x 30 Round 7.62x39 Magazines (Chest Pouches)

Clothing:
1x Off White Sleeveless Hemp Shirt
1x Light Brown Hemp Loose Fit Jeans
1x Dark Brown Leather Engineer Boots
1x Dark Brown Leather Fingerless Gloves

Abilities:

Heightened Pain Tolerance: From the constant pain he had suffered, pain became something he learned to endure and is able to push through injuries as if he weren't injured at all as long as it wouldn't have disabled the part of his body he is trying to use.

Controlled Adrenaline: Due to conditioning he developed over time, he is able to force an adrenaline rush whenever he needs it. Though his adrenaline doesn't spike up from stress or intense situations.

Equipment Explanations:

Retribution: A Yugoslavic M70 AB2 automatic rifle made by Zastava Arms. It typically is loaded with one hundred twenty-four grain full metal jacket seven point six-two by thirty-nine ammunition. It has three safety settings which are U, R, and J. The wood handguard and and polymer grip have been scorched from fire damage, but seems to have not affected the functionality of the weapon in the least. It has a scavenged sling that is made of canvas that seems to be far newer than the rifle itself. The stock is always kept extended out and has a set of bandages attached to it using a rubber tourniquet, it functions as both a cheek weld and emergency supplies incase of injury.

Side Arm: Yugoslavic M57 pistol made by Zastava Arms. All the parts are made of sturdy steel with only the grips being made of polymer, the metal has various forms of scarring from abuse and the grip has slight deforming from fire damage. The typical ammo loaded for these pistols is eighty-five grain full metal jacket seven point six-two by twenty-five. The safety lacks markings but it clearly indicates which is the safe position by the notch in the slide.

Appearance:

Eye Color: Light Hazel
Height: 5' 10"
Build: Athletic with Slender Frame
Skin Tone: Unable to discern due to burns

[Guardian_Fairy_Navi]

"Keep that up and i'll belt Bohemian Rhapsody at the top of my lungs," he grunted, stomping his feet as he went. Geeze,that guy was just... Ugh! "Not listen? Not listen!? You're the one with the listening problem!" And a stick shoved so far Cade surprised the guy didn't breath sawdust.

Kids. Kids were more important. He ducked into the building. "Alright kiddies. Cavalry is here. So where....?" Huh, no munchkins in sight. He was sure he heard something in this building. Another muffled sniffle drew his gaze upwards. Oh...

"Welp. Hey there guys. Don't worry. I'll have you down in a jiffy. All the scary dog-things are gone. Promise." Not dogs but it was the closest approximation Cade's brain could come up with on the spot. It took a bit of work, several fidget spinners, a broken knife and a liberal use of packets of mayonnaise (hey Cade had a plan for a prank using those... now he'd have to find more) but the kids were finally free. Cade had no idea what that tar-like stuff was, but he was eternally grateful he'd had something in his pockets to loosen the mushy stuff enough to get the kids out. He prayed it wasn't toxic.

"Okay assorted rugrats, time to get you lot out of here." Little ones practically clinging to him, he herded the kids out of the building and toward where he'd seen the mummified soldier stiffly walking over to. "Everyone grab your buddy. Buddy system." Cade kept a constant stream of soft chatter the whole way, keeping the attention of the children on himself and not their surroundings.

Location: Ruins, on the grounds

[Whole Lotta AHHHH]

Milenko Hristov
The Burned Man of the Rose

Location: Fields to elsewhere

As Cade and the children approached the fields, the beaten up old huey made it's landing. The paint job was old olive drab and it looked like it was military surplus straight out of Vietnam. Pulling open the sliding door, Milenko would assist in loading the children onboard. There was no way to secure them in it's bay, but they weren't going to be flown into a hot zone so they'd be safe as can be. When the last child was loaded in, Milenko looked at all of them. "Get all home soon. No fears, safe now." Pulling the sliding door closed, Milenko looked at Cade, pulling the flare gun out of the pouch and popping out the unused flare. Securing it to the strip attached to the broken lanyard. With a gentle toss, he'd throw the flare gun to Cade.

"Keep light with you always, Cade. In darkness light shines bright." Climbing up into the co-pilot's seat, Melinko took his place before the rotors pick up speed and lifted the old chopper off the ground and away to lord knows where.

Physical Characteristics:

Head: He has high cheekbones and a square jaw with a broad chin. His brow is strong with a broad forehead. The burns have left his ears nubbed and his nose disfigured to the point of being pig-like.

Markings:

Entire Body: Severe burns that appear to be unable to heal.

Face: Area around eyes and mouth have healed to scars leaving the skin a pale pink tone and somewhat glossy.

Finger Tips: Scarred up from the burns healing.

Inventory:

1x "Retribution" M70 AB2 0/30 (slung around chest and dangles near right hip)
1x "Sidearm" M57 9/9 (right hip holster)
1x MPL-50 Style E-Tool (Back Right Side)
1x M70 Bayonet (Front Left Side)

Equipment:
1x Gauze Bandages (covers entire body except for eyes and mouth)
1x Brown Tactical Load Bearing Vest with Holsters and Magazine Pouches
4x 9 Round 7.62x25 Magazines (Belt Pouches)
1x 30 Round 7.62x39 Magazines (Chest Pouches)

Clothing:
1x Off White Sleeveless Hemp Shirt
1x Light Brown Hemp Loose Fit Jeans
1x Dark Brown Leather Engineer Boots
1x Dark Brown Leather Fingerless Gloves

Abilities:

Heightened Pain Tolerance: From the constant pain he had suffered, pain became something he learned to endure and is able to push through injuries as if he weren't injured at all as long as it wouldn't have disabled the part of his body he is trying to use.

Controlled Adrenaline: Due to conditioning he developed over time, he is able to force an adrenaline rush whenever he needs it. Though his adrenaline doesn't spike up from stress or intense situations.

Equipment Explanations:

Retribution: A Yugoslavic M70 AB2 automatic rifle made by Zastava Arms. It typically is loaded with one hundred twenty-four grain full metal jacket seven point six-two by thirty-nine ammunition. It has three safety settings which are U, R, and J. The wood handguard and and polymer grip have been scorched from fire damage, but seems to have not affected the functionality of the weapon in the least. It has a scavenged sling that is made of canvas that seems to be far newer than the rifle itself. The stock is always kept extended out and has a set of bandages attached to it using a rubber tourniquet, it functions as both a cheek weld and emergency supplies incase of injury.

Side Arm: Yugoslavic M57 pistol made by Zastava Arms. All the parts are made of sturdy steel with only the grips being made of polymer, the metal has various forms of scarring from abuse and the grip has slight deforming from fire damage. The typical ammo loaded for these pistols is eighty-five grain full metal jacket seven point six-two by twenty-five. The safety lacks markings but it clearly indicates which is the safe position by the notch in the slide.

Appearance:

Eye Color: Light Hazel
Height: 5' 10"
Build: Athletic with Slender Frame
Skin Tone: Unable to discern due to burns

[Guardian_Fairy_Navi]

Cade was very tempted to go with the kids but... he was pretty sure if he had to spend time stuck in a flying tin can with the Mummy, there would be murder that night.
The helicopter flew away, carrying all the kids (which Cade still wasn't sure how they ended up there in the first place...?) and the Mummy man.

"Okay... the heck just happened? I'm not even sure I'd believe me if I showed up with this story." First thing was first, Cade was ready for some serious shut eye. He shoved the 'gift' into a random pocket for the moment. Research later, to determine just what the shadow.. things were. Just in case it was important later or he ran into them again. (Plus he was super curious how they got their shadow teleportation abilities.)

Cade checked his watch. After midnight. Great. Neishi probably noticed is absence by now. He was later than usual getting back from the studio. Cannot let angry cat demon best friend get suspicious. Not after all of the work he'd put into his personal projects. Maybe he could pop by and get something extra spicy to distract her? Yeah. That sounded like a decent plan. Tearing into the fabric of reality one final time that night, Cade shadow ported away. Though... he could have sworn, it almost felt like something was watching him in that last moment before vanishing entirely.

Location: Ruins, on the grounds

[Guardian_Fairy_Navi]

The seasons had changed since his arrival. Despite the heat, the young man retained his long sleeves and gloves a few sizes too big. The ruins... he had not had a good opportunity to explore the last time he was here. Hopefully the old man was not around this time to muddle his thoughts and emotions.

His time spent since his arrival had felt more like a dream than reality, one Darius was beginning to wonder if he wanted to end. There was no way Cassandra would allow them all to remain, but the longer time passed without her returning to fetch him... the more his traitorous inner thoughts considered that maybe he could just stay here.

For now, Darius drifted toward the cathedral itself. He had heard talk of a library inside. He would begin his day there and move to the ruins themselves once he had a clearer picture of what the records said about the land.

(Will be around a few hours. Please feel free to jump in. )

[Mademoiselle Alvinette]

Natalie drove up to the brewery, Bogey beside her looking out the window. She had been doing pretty much nothing but work lately, and it felt good to be able to get away from the office and out of the city for a while. Soon she parked her car, and she and Bogey went on a brief walk before going into the building.

"Anybody home?" she called out as she opened the door and looked around.

[Guardian_Fairy_Navi]

The only worker Darius had seen upon entering was polite and left him to his own devices without fuss. He was all to happy to direct the teenager to the collection of books, urging caution when handling them and to call for aid if Darius wished to see any of the more delicate volumes.

Darius was in heaven.

So it was a pleased Darius cocooned upstairs in the library, a think yet clean book in his gloved hands and a warm cup of tea at his elbow. Then an all to familiar voice shattered the atmosphere.

"Natalie?" he questioned, voice carrying down, riding the acoustics of the cathedral. A moment later a familiar head of brown hair peeked down the stairs. Yes, it was the reporter in the flesh, puppy on her heels. That... was new. The dog was so tiny. Not a guard dog. Darius had trouble reconciling dog with the small, yappy companions people seemed to prefer in this era. "What are the odds?" he mumbled.

[Mademoiselle Alvinette]

Natalie didn't see any of her friends at first, so she was surprised to hear Darius's voice calling her name from upstairs. She looked up and waved, not sure if he could see her from this angle. "Oh! Darius! Heya!" she greeted, smiling. "Long time, no see! How've you been?"

[Guardian_Fairy_Navi]

Darius walked fully down the stairs, typical frown not a firmly rooted in place. It was quiet here, he had books and every interaction he had experienced with Natalie was somewhat decent (discounting other annoying individuals, but that is hardly the woman's fault). If Darius had made any friends in this time period, Natalie would be counted as one of the few.

"I have been alright," the teenager settled on, fidgeting a bit with the ends of his long sleeves. The material looked thin, the extra cloth tucked underneath his battered work gloves helped pad the too large pair of gloves. "I did not expect to see you away from Joe's Diner. A search party will not come storming through the front door will it?" It was only partially a joke. Darius wanted to be prepared should the cavalry be on its way to rescue Natalie.

Natalie would no doubt hear a familiar puttering around in the kitchen, the sole employee seeing to his own duties. By the sound of it, Natalie and Darius were getting along just fine. Getoth was content to stay out of their hair.

[Mademoiselle Alvinette]

Time here in this part of Gaia seemed to be doing Darius some good, based on his facial expression. He didn't look nearly as stressed today as he normally did. But maybe, Natalie reflected, that was because he wasn't stuck in a diner full of noisy people! Heh...

She laughed out loud as Darius asked her if he should be looking for a search party because Natalie was here instead of at Joe's. "Nah, the diner's been so quiet lately that I doubt anybody over there even knows I'm not there right now! Thought I'd shake up mine and Bogey's routine by goin' here tonight instead of my usual haunt!"

Bogey, meanwhile, approached Darius, his little stump of a tail wagging hopefully. Friend?

[Guardian_Fairy_Navi]

Natalie wasn't far off the mark; Darius' time here had been doing him wonders. Even his thin frame had begun filling out with the more regular meals available to him and access to clean water. He looked more like a wary teen and less like a survivor who knows everyone has an agenda to survive, often to the detriment of others. Darius did spare the small dog a look, but what was a person supposed to say to a dog? The last time he tried to shoo an animal away, it was completely disinterested. Then again... it had not been a normal cat.

"It is a nice place," Darius agreed. "Soothing." Now that there was not an angry man skulking around, demanding answers and setting Darius' emotions on fire. The boy shifted a bit anxiously, having run out of things to add to the conversation. Even with so much time spent in close proximity to others, Darius had yet to figure out the subtle art of conversation.

"I was sitting upstairs if you.. that is... It is quiet and has books if you want to sit up there too." It was a open to the public as far as he was aware.

[Mademoiselle Alvinette]

Bogey was not quite ready to give up on the prospect of pets just yet. He walked up to Darius and gently nudged the boy's hand with his face, giving the fingers a little lick and looking up at Darius with soulful eyes.

Natalie swallowed the urge to giggle at her dog's behavior, wondering how long Bogey would continue to beg for pets. But meanwhile, she kept up her conversation with Darius. "This is a soothing place!" she agreed, nodding. "Many's a time when I've fallen asleep on that couch over there..." She smiled. "I think I'd love to join ya upstairs! I haven't gotten a good look at the books up there, come to think of it..."

[Guardian_Fairy_Navi]

The dog was insistent on something clearly. After several more nudges, Darius finally pressed gloved fingers to fur and gave the small dog a few strokes as he had seen others do. The dog was... kind of cute, if he was being honest. All big eyes and happy snorts. He only gave attention for a brief moment before he was up again, leading the way upstairs to his nest of books.

"So what do you know about this area?" he asked as they walked. He had heard rumors, of course, but had as of yet found any written accounts to support the rumors. The books lining the shelves of the library were all clearly aged, some covers close to flaking away. Some showed signs of attempted repairs, the level of work not quite professional but done with as much care and love as the person could provide. His own nest was a table near the shelf itself, away from the balcony. A cup of tea sat cooling next to a closed book, slip of paper acting as a bookmark. His worn yet sturdy backpack next to the chair.

[Mademoiselle Alvinette]

Bogey danced and leaned into the pets and exuberantly licked Darius's hands during the brief time that the boy gave him attention, and then he scampered back to Mommy as the trio headed upstairs. Bogey followed behind his mama, not wanting to trip anybody or get stepped on.

Meanwhile, Darius was asking Natalie what she knew about the area. Natalie thought for a moment. "I don't remember the exact details, but I know that hundreds of years ago, this land used to be a village, and the building we're in now was the cathedral that the village was built around. And the village and church were eventually abandoned, though it's not known exactly why...I think there were rumors about evil spirits or somethin'!"

[Guardian_Fairy_Navi]

Little Bogey would taste the dust of the books on his gloves and not a whole lot else. He was so... tiny and happy to see Darius. Not an ounce of fear in the small canine.

"Spirits...?" the boy considered. Many ruins were thought to be haunted. They were, of course, dangerous and Darius had yet to experience any paranormal events exploring old cities. But careful reading also spoke of spirits as trapped collections of energy. If objects could contain energy as well as memories shed by the living for an extended period... were spirits also a possibility? Darius was not sure. That little voice in his head scoffed at the idea. This was one subject they could never agree on. "Have you seen spirits on the grounds?" he asked, voice laced with pure curiosity.

He had not experienced an encounter with any spiritual beings, but a lack of evidence was not necessarily proof. Darius settled back into his seat, retrieving his rapidly cooling teacup and taking a sip.