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 Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 12:20 am
After a final shot, resulting in a splatter of gore, Kostya leaned down to close the sentry's eyes, as was his duty.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 9:26 pm
The Deus Ex Foxfire paused in licking Kostya's face to peer into his eyes with soulless affection. Unfortunately it's display of love and devotion was interrupted when the Russian reached down to poke its eyes. With a yelp it ran away, vengeance blooming in its black little heart.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 9:38 pm
The Right Building/ Hospital
"Being still is not so safe," Kostya said, calmly, cradling Syntax's heated form in his right hand. "Going in there, and up." He set off to the left, calmly observing the streaks of red. It looked very much familiar to his promotional mission, with the gouges of claws against the walls, the drag of red blood against the floor.
He ascended, coming upon a room with a computer and a number of folders. He rifled through them, eventually settling on 08-01-13, opening it to read. Data had always been his interest anyway.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 9:52 pm
Kostya ran toward the lab building, various techs walking around him without paying too much attention. Going up the stairs he entered Dr. H's office, where he was in conference with Sunny. Several folders lay on the table, detailing the medical histories of the hunters due to go out to the Sahara bases on an extended mission. She was angry and he was charmingly apathetic, and both paused to watch Kostya rifle through the doctor's desk, narrowly miss landing on the man's lap. Fortunately for the Death hunter, he did not disturb anything H held dear, instead fixating on the folder Sunny had brought. Irritated, Sunny looked ready to break Kostya over her knee, but the doctor held up a hand, and patiently waited to see the rest of the show, his smile growing broadly bemused.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 10:53 pm
Hospital
Kostya read over the file once, then twice, absorbing the information. It was all foreign, to him: he knew little of projects and intrigue, but perhaps someone else would be able to parse it. He folded the report, pocketing it,
Upon Jordan and Peyton's entrance, he offered a nod, noticing that there was no America behind them. Perhaps she'd been drawn to the battle; Stryker had glowed in a way that Kostya recognised from their spar so long ago.
"Is talk of experiment," he said, "Neverland. Talk of vorld that can be access vith trigger, and they are learning from doing much observe. They say vhat they make, is beyond vhat they can understand."
Kostya picked up the folder labelled 09-01-14, and read it.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 10:55 pm
Kostya cuddled the folder, staring at it blearily and yawning once, then twice. "Never," he murmured, looking not at Sunny, but through her. "Understand." He reached outwards, pawing with two groping hands at, well. Her "files".
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 11:02 pm
More hunters shuffled in, and Sunny gave Jordan a suspicious glare. "H this is ******** ridi..." He waved the hand at her, shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter. Which burst out in full once Konstantin started groping her. The nurse's eye filled with murder, barely held in check when the doctor gave her the division hand signal for blackmail.
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Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2014 10:38 am
Hospital
The sound of approaching footsteps had the Sun turning fully towards the door,and she fell into the familiar lines of a defensive crouch. Ready to face whoever, or whatever might come in after them, but it was only Jordan. she gave a small shake of her head to indicate that she hadn't personally found anything yet, but gave a dip towards Kostya, "He might have."
At this point Peyton realized they were a short a redhead, and that familiar, creeping worry climbed it's way up along her back and through tense shoulders.
I know that.
And she did, but she was still worried. Jaw set, she turned her attention to the computer. With a thoughtful frown she typed in one word, 'Neverland'. Looking up, she blinked back at Kostya. "I wonder what they mean by world. Another dimension, or an alternate reality?" Or a dreamscape... lizbot What is this fabulous thing, omg
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Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2014 1:15 pm
Peyton's fingers tapped delicately across the doctor's back, her expression grimly serious. H smiled, while Sunny rolled her eyes and touched her totem with the barely restrained desire to kill everything in the room.
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Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2014 4:55 pm
The Hospital
The building was empty, apparently entirely abandoned, blood painted across the floor, the walls marked with what looked like claw marks. Jordan summoned Ferros without even really thinking about it, but whatever had been here wasn't immediately jumping out at them. He made his way up the stairs, finding no patients, but a trail of bloodstains.
It seemed that he wasn't the only one who'd had the same idea, and he joined Kostya and Peyton in the room to which the trail led. "Find anything?" he asked, and thoughtfully picked up the folder marked 6-1-13.post link for reference
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2014 12:51 am
Jordan picked up Sunny's hand and began inspecting it. The nurse formed a fist, eyes taking on a new, bloodthirsty gleam usually reserved for people who removed limbs during spars and summoned weapons inside the infirmary. "I've wanted an excuse to do this for a long time, Miller."
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