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 Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2015 9:34 pm
Kostya had not entirely moved his cache of supplies out of the basement. Space in the house was plentiful, but he liked knowing that if anything happened out there, he'd be prepared in two places. It did mean, though, that he had to check up on it every now and again. While he was down there, he sometimes paced the corridor-- just to check and make sure nothing was too ominous, no leaks in the rocky ceiling, or any other small number of things that could (and often did) go wrong in a literal basement dungeon. He heard some curious narrations, from one room, though...and admittedly to investigate. What? Was a man not allowed to be curious?
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Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2015 3:38 pm
The voice came from one of the empty rooms. Well, empty if the iron maiden didn't count as decoration. And the curtains that were currently being hung by lantern light.
Face scrunched in concentration, Creedence didn't notice the other hunter as she spoke quietly around a mouthful of clothespins.
"And what is...no, needs to be creepier...“ Removing the pins she cleated her throat, and croaked out ominously, "And what is it you offer in return, traveler?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2015 4:22 pm
Kostya cleared his throat politely, peering at the girl inside with a calm, if somewhat baffled, expression. "Vhy are trying to be creepier?" he asked, "is for prank?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2015 5:16 pm
"Jiminy Christmas!"! Creedence startled, loosing her balance and falling off the small foot stool. With a groan she started up at the other hunter, expression torn between anger and playing it cool.
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Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2015 5:54 pm
Kostya tilted his head in the same way canines do, attempting to parse the exact meaning of Jiminy Christmas. After a beat, he stepped forward to offer her a hand up, should she decide to take it. "I cannot tell if that is yes or no. And Christmas is many months avay, if are decorating early?"
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Posted: Fri May 15, 2015 1:26 am
The girl made a nasal, disparaging sound and rolled her eyes. "It's just a thing, Sir Creeps-a-lot. An expression like, Wow you really fricken' startled me!"
With a put upon sigh, Creedence got back up on the stool to better secure several pins, keeping one eye on the stranger. "So who are you? Do you live down here too, I haven't seen you lurking so you must have like...a real door." Despite her blatant shows of irritation at his presence, she didn't seem to want him to leave.
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2015 7:01 pm
Kostya shrugged, withdrawing his offered hand. "I am Konstantin Bashmet, intermediate hunter. Death division. Use to live in basement, but no more. Am out in town now, but still keep supply store in unit two." Once the facts were rattled off, Kostya peered at her expectantly, not waiting for the return volley. "You did not answer qvestion, you know. About decoration."
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2015 10:59 pm
"You didn't really ask a question, now did you?" Creedence countered, all sullen teenage determination to be difficult. "It's for a thing. Do you know what LARPing is?" She sounded doubtful but tested the waters anyway. "I'm Creedence. And in Death too, I guess."
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2015 11:26 pm
"That is fair." Kostya hummed a little, crowding close to the curtains, tugging at them a little. Three years, and he still didn't truly care quite enough about personal space or belongings when it counted. "No. Vhat is? Sound like messy eating habit."
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2015 11:36 pm
The curtain, still not properly secured, came partway down. "Oh my god," Creedence muttered. What was revealed was a large cardboard box full of what seemed like random junk. Pouches and rubber rats and hats and ping pong balls and lots of overly large garments. "It's a game. I'm setting up to play with my friend later." It felt a little like Isaac was her first friend since waking up here. Mr. Thompson didn't count because he was her mentor and that meant things. She felt both a little relieved and a little defensive, to be able to say she had a friend. Even if she'd never met him in person (yet). Maybe this guy would also be a friend. At the thought of it, she gave the Russian a dubiously considering look.
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2015 11:59 pm
It looked a bit like trash, to be honest. "I can show you vhere dumpster is," he said, after a second. "So you do not just have to hide it behind curtain. Not good. Rat might vant anyvay." Woosh, right over his head. The look he gave her back was just as empty-eyed as always. "Explain to me vhat kind of game. Like Call of Duty?"
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2015 12:15 am
The suggestion was met by a snort of laughter and a sudden pang when she realized she couldn't show him a Reckless Tortuga video, that she'd never really be able to share the joke. Possibly with anyone. Ever again. "No," she answered, her almost smile turning glum, "it's like, a game of pretend. For adults. With special rules, developed characters, and involved stories."
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2015 12:52 am
"Oh. Like spy exercise." Kostya's posture shifted into something more intrigued, and nodded in approval. "Who decide vhat character are vhat? Vhat is yours?"
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2015 1:18 am
He made it sound cool and for that she warmed considerably. "You make your own characters, within the rules of the game you're playing. Like if you're playing High Fantasy, you can't make an astronaut. And you can't be overpowered, because that ruins the game for everyone else. My current character is..." And here she had to pause for a moment. "Well I guess she's dead now. I don't have a character here..." she tried to give him an optimistic look, "...yet. Maybe soon, though. I should think about it. Right now I'm the GM, so I'm all the things around my friend's character. Like the NPCs and monsters and stuff."
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2015 1:30 am
"But vhat are the rule? Are written down anyvhere, like book? How do check rule vhen game is happening, if you are to be acting?" There was genuine curiosity in his words, and a fair amount of bafflement. "GM? Like moderator who ban people for misbehave, or- Oh, I see, I see. Vhat kind of universe?"
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