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Posted by: TRHeadshot« on: December 30, 2009, 06:13:02 pm »Entering the bar, blood dripping from his right arm, Edward approaches the table.
"As is mine," he takes a seat by the group, and drags it over. "My bladed weapons make for excellent stealth items..." he grins slyly. Posted by: Meldon« on: December 30, 2009, 05:04:10 pm »"Same outcome as always, Vladimir." Sabrina followed him to the bar, where they took a seat at their regular table with Ann. She ordered a shot of whiskey, the usual... the same usual her grandfather ordered. She pulled out the tattered journal that acted like her bible and her deep blue eyes scanned her favorite bar story; Viktor and Mel wasted, dancing on top of the bar... unlike other agents of the DUSK she loved to look back at history. "Learn from the past to prepare for the future" she always said.
Sabrina listened to the mission Vlad's lover had given him. She closed the book and threw her ponytail back over her shoulder, then walked up to him. "Sounds like you need stealth for this one. That's my specialty." Posted by: CrazyHobo« on: December 30, 2009, 02:35:10 pm »After exchanging greetings with Sabrina, Vlad makes his way upstairs to pick up a new mission.
After passing through a tonn of people, grinning to them in return, Vlad makes his way to the top, where the missions are located. Only to find out, that this was the last mission he had for the day. Painfully disappointed, Vlad goes to the top of the building towards the bar. The old label "Wolf's den" was still hanging there, albeit rusty. Aproaching the bar table, Vlad asks the barman to give him some mineral water and a fried chicken. Sitting himself at the table, Vlad begins to lunge at his dinner, when suddenly, a woman in a white lab coat aproaches the russian. Long black hair, lovely blue eyes, well built. Just like daddy used to love em  Noticing her, Vlad replies "My love, what are you doing up here?" She gave out a small smile and sayed "My name is Ann, not Love, ya twat" sayed the girl with a giggle. (Ann - my scientist alt crazyreseller )"Anything important or you want sexual attention?" "Har har har. Anyways, I've been having difficulties with producing morphine lately. And you can't do your doctoring mirracles without morphine. I need supplies for them, which can be found in Fairview militia barracks and Faierview civilian hospitals." "Raid a couple of med. posts? You know those places are always well guarded. Fill out a request ticket in the Notice Board for my name, I can then assemble a squad. It'll be easier for me." "Fine. Just get those done quickly" Taking a bite from the chicken, the lady leaves. Hmm...nearest fairview barracks are in the outskirts. Taking them out will cause increased suspicion in Nastya's, so it's best done quietly. Finishing his dinner, the russian takes a look through the window to get a better look at the city. Posted by: TRHeadshot« on: December 30, 2009, 01:41:15 pm »"Hey you!"
The man was shaken out of his stupor by the small patrol of Fairview Guards standing, only 15 feet, in front of him. Simply ignoring their presence, he continued on his way, as he draws nearer to the patrol however... "I said-" ~Schliiiing~ The unfortunate soul drops his gaze to the man's arm, and slowly realizes how unfortunate he really is. For, attached to the man's arm was a hand, tightly gripping a bladed revolver, deep within his ribcage. ~Bang~ The soon-to-be-dead man gasps, blood trickles from his mouth, the soldier behind him clutches his side, falling to the ground. Removing his weapon from the corpse, he continues onward. He scratches a line into the arm guard of his suit, one of many. Gazing longingly at the sun, he travels through the near silent city, and eventually come upon a very large, heavily fortified, building. He passes a man burning a paper, pausing only for a split second as he passes the man, a slight grin appears upon his face. Heading up the stairs he passes many faces, he smiles at them all, much to their surprise. Entering his room, he picks up a folder. Inside are pictures and files. New targets. Placing a replacement bullet into the cylinder, he replaces his Fang in its holster. "It seems that the time has come again..." he sighs, and heads back to the first floor... maybe he'll be able to chat up one of his comrades before embarking on a new assignment. It had been a few days since he had enjoyed any human contact. He lightly touches the inscription on his armor.. there are four lines of writing: The first: states simply- DUSK-REAPER The Second: Fenrir's Fangs, a testament to the past The Third: Edward G. Munson The Forth, and Final: TRHeadshot ................... ................... ................... . Posted by: Sir Modemkill, Cyborg!« on: December 30, 2009, 12:40:48 pm »((Gona stick with "James" for my descendent's name, I don't like anything else. >.>
Also, I'll do something about advancing the story in the next post, this one is dedicated all to me. ^_^)) James moved swiftly but almost silently through the hallway's of the Dusk HQ, the only sound that could be heard was the slight flapping of his Black leather Trenchcoat and the soft clicking type sound that his .50 calliber revolver made as is shook in it's holster, the same features that always adorned his face were present, the bored look in his cold, grey eyes, the unsmiling thin lips, the unkept hair that hung just over his eyes. James had worked his way up the ranks of Dusk through sheer determination and unwavering loyalty, he assumed his heratige had probably helped some, though he hated to admit it to himself, he never cared much for trivial things like familly or friends, he cared even less for stories of the past, he would coldly brush people off as they tried to show him the very few pictures that existed of his father, he just did not care. He swung the door open on a seventh floor room, this room was currently in use to track the movements of Fairview Guard patrolls and troop movements, this was where Agent's went to gather intel after they recieved a mission, the Engines and Settler's in the room stood to attention as he entered, James didn't bother agknowledging then, he meerly picked up a folder on the table with his name on it and walked out again, people were used to this by now, James would never talk to anyone unless he needed to, and even then it was short, and to the point, the man did go to the bar still in operation on the top floor, frequently, but he always drank alone. The folder contained details on the mission he was to carry out, apparently there was a squad of Fairview guards transporting weapons and ammunition very close to their territory, James was in charge of eliminating them and destroying the cargo, Dusk didn't need it but they didn't want them to have it either. James was supposed to take along a squad of his own of his choosing, but, although the man was an exeptionally skilled tactical commander, he preferred to work alone whenever he could, he didn't like dealing with other people. He made his way downstairs and out the steel door, coldly ignoring everyone on the way as he read the remainder of the file, when he reached the outside, he took his lighter from his pocket, burned the doccument and scattered the ashes, there would be no paper trail, he then light a ciggarette from his seemingly infinite supply and dissapeared into the semi darkness. Posted by: CrazyHobo« on: December 30, 2009, 11:02:35 am »Aproaching the Dusk HQ, Vlad stands there for a while to take a look at it.
The good old 12 story of the previous Death Row. The massive building had been standing here for what, 100 years now? It aint a miracle, that it's still standing: Dusk agents renovated it, so it's young and frehs now. The building has been the house of Fenrir's Fangs and to a number of Black Dragon agents 60 years ago, now it's the Dusk base. Heavy machine guns turrets and sniper nests are on the upper floors. Lights flourishing inside the building. That would be a miracle 60 years ago, now it's normal. After the Reaper with the balaclava aproaches Vlad, they continue their march towards the base. Making it to the door, Vlad stands still once more to take a glance to his left: a lovely lady with an MP5 in her hands and an HK MSG-9 on her back is aproaching the base. Waiting for her to come closer, Vlad says with a slightly gentle tone "Had a good hunt, princess?". Posted by: Meldon« on: December 30, 2009, 10:42:49 am »Heavy footsteps could be heard as an officer of the Empire runs madly down a Fairview street. He runs with purpose, not away from an enemy, but towards an ally. He knows something, something that could change the course of history.
Phut. The officer then falls, as blood starts to soak his uniform. He looks down at this fatal wound, then falls. "I got him." Sabrina Donahue talks into her headset. This hunt is over. "zst- Good work. Get back to base before they start to search the area. Over. -zst" She gets up from the prone position, slings the silenced HK MSG-9 and pulls an HK MP5, also silenced, from her backpack. Jumping down from the fire escape she used as her latest sniper nest, she runs back to the direction of the command center of DUSK. Posted by: CrazyHobo« on: December 29, 2009, 12:33:58 am »"Grah...I need to spill some blood..." - sayed with a russian accent a young man.
Wearing his black trench coat, the man aproahces a group of Fairview Guards, who are armed with batons. One of the guards says "Vlad, you look pissed off. Something wrong?" "Yes...your alive, that's what" Then Vlad pulls out his massive dark blade, which is called the Dusk Razor. Slicing off the guard's head, the others look in awe, as Vlad has just near instantly killed their comrade. Pulling out their batons and riot shields, the 4 remaining guards charge Vlad, only for him to jump behind them and stab one in the head, the other slicing in the stomach. The two remaining guards attempt to run away, after Vlad yells out a wild wolf howl. Vlad cathces up and ends the life of one of the fools. The last guard is killed by a bullet from a sniper rifle. A man, with a skull balaclava on his face with a VSS in hands aproaches Vlad. "You could have left me more..." - sayed the man with the rifle. "Sorry...but it's just not how I work" - sayed the russian with a slightly sadistic and cold voice. "We should head back to base" "Whatever" Posted by: TRHeadshot« on: December 28, 2009, 07:30:03 pm »*Ziiiiiiip*
*Scuffling sounds* *A sound of metal clinking against metal* *Metal sliding into leather* I holster my weapons, my trusty Fenrir's Fang, the DUSK's Embrace, and the Twins... the Black Dragon. They start my memories, and those of my ancestors... 60 years ago. There had been peace, which, while it lasted, was as if the curtain of darkness, which had fallen over Fairview, was removed. A new DAWN... Oh course, however, in this new world... peace is but a temporary reprieve from the cold, harsh reality that is life in the "post-outbreak" world. The infection was gone, mostly. The two mighty behemoth clans, now lay undisturbed in history's vast memories. .....Forgotten..... I open the door to my room, and I am blinded by the light. Bracing myself, I steele my grip upon my weapons, and venture onwards.... .....The new DUSK..... .....is Rising..... ~TRHeadhsot -Reaper, the Original Fenrir Posted by: Sir Modemkill, Cyborg!« on: December 28, 2009, 02:22:27 pm »Mhmm.
That sounds about right. Posted by: Meldon« on: December 28, 2009, 01:46:21 pm »As I remember correctly, the scenario we had panned out was 60 years after the fall of the Black Dragons, my grandaughter finds my old war chest in the attic and reads through a journal cronicling the history of BD and FF from before the outbreak. Fairview, as well as Nastya's, is now run by the coalition of clans that took down the BD. My decendant brings the book to elderly surviving BD agents (Viktor and Tratpan) and they gather the descentants of the Black Dragons into DUSK, living on the outskirts of Fairview. We not only have to fight against the coalition that took us down, but the occasional zombie (sometimes created by us to add some chaos and panic) as well as the mysterious figure trying to plot our downfall (Mutant Modem, angered that none of his comrades came back to look for him).
Posted by: TRHeadshot« on: December 28, 2009, 01:09:35 pm »Primary:
Top pic is my primary wep: the Fenrir's Fang:  Secondary: DUSK's Embrace  The Black Dragon's/A.K.A. the Twins:  Posted by: CrazyHobo« on: December 28, 2009, 12:19:13 pm »I don't know that either.
I taught everyone to create their own Dusk Meshes. Vorax taught the Draconises to make Dusk Reactives Posted by: Sir Modemkill, Cyborg!« on: December 28, 2009, 12:12:22 pm »Kewl, who's mine made from?
 Posted by: CrazyHobo« on: December 28, 2009, 12:10:02 pm »I don't know, I found her skelleton in the wolf's den, forged a Dusk Mesh out of her bones
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