Kruger
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Jun 24, 2010 19:54:49 GMT -5
Post by Kruger on Jun 24, 2010 19:54:49 GMT -5
Siegfried knowing how to speak English lower the MG4 and walked over to the man. He looked at the creature and the man and then said, "Mercy? You want us what to give mercy to a creature that is part of the plague that grips Germany and possibly the world. Mercy to a creature that has obviously not given mercy to the people it has obviously hunted down." He looked down at the creature. "You clearly have strength since you can stop it dead in its tracks while its charging but I don't think any of us here can do that." He looked at the wrecked vehicles and dead bodies. "It obviously didn't show mercy to these men before I got here and I am sure it didn't show it when I did get here." He took a look at the creature and then looked back at the man. "Also if it wants mercy it will prove to me that it wants f**king mercy. I hardly doubt in the back of my mind that any of these bastards that hunt us down, killing us off mercilessly, and then feasting on our bodies is giving us any mercy." He walked behind the creature and pulled out his pistol. "Like I said if it wants mercy it will have to prove it to me before this thing gets s*** from me. God its like the Umbrella Corporation asking for mercy but did the world give it.......no." He then pointed it at the creatures head. "It has half a minute to prove it wants mercy because if we let it go it is only going to kill more people."
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Jun 25, 2010 14:22:41 GMT -5
Post by Shotgun Yell on Jun 25, 2010 14:22:41 GMT -5
There was so much sheer firepower being put down range on the beast by all of the humans around it that it eventually dropped to a knee, and as Mathew called off the fire, Kirill kept his Saiga shouldered and stepped out of cover. Gunpowder had joined the blood and dirt on his body, causing him to look grimier than any mechanic he’d ever seen, although he wouldn’t have known it himself. Two of the German’s were rebelling, one in his native tongue and the other in English, but it was obvious they were upset over the deaths of their comrades and the numerous other bodies that had begun to stink in the area.
“Hold your horse, American says hunt, we hunt. Da?” He spoke carefully, pointing the barrel of his weapon at the beast and a finger at the man behind it, pistol drawn and eyes fiery with rage. Wouldn’t be long now, Kirill assumed, before the man outright cracked and put a round through the beasts head. Although, come to think of it, that may not be such a bad idea. This thing was too much of a hassle to let life, and the what if it slaughtered some poor survivors who were nowhere near the firepower these soldiers possessed? Kirill would be able to live with it, he’d done worse in the past, but would the others?
“What if beast kills others, hmm? You live with that?” The Russian asked Mathew, his eyes never leaving the reticule of his Saiga, trained directly on the monster’s forehead.
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Jun 25, 2010 15:11:13 GMT -5
Post by Dark Nomad on Jun 25, 2010 15:11:13 GMT -5
Vargr's dirty trick was working. As slow as it may have been his wounds were scabbing over and his strength was returning. He knew he wouldn't last long if he just waited by the way the men were arguing. Vargr knew he'd have to run soon. He continued to listen to the men wondering what they were saying. One of them was behind him ready to shoot the other to his right. Matt was still in front of him. He knew by the way the men were acting that they weren't going to be persuaded by the American, so Vargr's mind went into full speed trying to figure out how to either kill this group or get away so he could hunt another day. It would be hard to hunt by himself since his pack was killed but he knew the men wouldn't let him live.
Vargr was ready to act after everyone had their input. With a quick bark and lightening fast reflexes he knocked down the two men who were holding a gun to his head and charged towards the tree line. The men in between him and the tree line either got plowed over our dodged out of the way just in time. Vargr was free for the moment, but he was to proud to stay free while his pack had been killed. His mind already planning another attack on the men.
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Jun 25, 2010 15:37:42 GMT -5
Post by .Merios on Jun 25, 2010 15:37:42 GMT -5
Matthew watched as the creature fled. He swiftly sheathed his machete and clasped it in, making sure it was steadfast. He then turned to his new acquaintances, an odd look on his face. He shrugged and turned around, looking down the road, then back to the men, then back to the road again. He began walking away, rubbing his shoulder a little where he had gotten injured. He wasn't planning on sticking with anyone for much longer. He was a lone wolf, and one group he couldn't afford to get caught up with was the military. He's been on the run for almost 13 years now, and he couldn't become complacent- let alone befriend and possibly risk any lives from his uncontrollable blackouts.
[Matthew has left The Country of Germany, Central Europe.]
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Prussian
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Jun 25, 2010 19:58:22 GMT -5
Post by Prussian on Jun 25, 2010 19:58:22 GMT -5
Matthias burst out laughing, much to the outrage of Zohler.
"No-vone else see zat comming?" Matthias inquired with a shrug, taking another drag of his cigarette. "GOOD LUCK COWBOY!" he added, shouting down to Matthew.
Zohler began a shrill rant in German, however it was quickly drowned out by the sound of helicopters. Three Bundeswehr helicopters became visible in the distance.
A CH-53 landed in the field nearby, a red-cross visible on it. A NH90 landed nearby it, a group of about 15 Bundeswehr soldiers pouring out and securing the perimeter. A Eurotiger attack helicopter began patrolling in a circle around the genera area, watching for B.O.W.s. Five soldiers ran from the group that'd emerged from the NH90 and approached the group. Zohler ran up to meet them, informing them on what had happened.
Matthias stood and stretched, "So, who is coming vith us? Round on me vhen vee get back, get some nice Deutscher Muschi, yah?" he said with a wide grin.
A medic ran up to Matthias and the group,
"Is anyone wounded?" he asked in near perfect English.
"Ja, weisst du wenn dort ist ein disco klub noch offen?" Matthias asked, the medic visibly taken back by Matthias's statement. The Medic didn't respond to Matthias, instead turning to the others, repeating his question.
<Yeah, you know if there's still a club still operating?>
A Bundeswehr Officer, mistaking Matthias for a soldier came up and began angrily berating him for his informal behavior during a military operation.
Matthias responded by yelling "Zivilist in das Hause." and promptly began jump-styling over toward the CH-53. Throughly back to his old self now that the danger had vanished and the prospect of fun entered his mind.
<Civilian in the house.>
"Hello! Hello! Good to be back! Good to be back!." he sang, drawing odd looks from the soldiers.
"Kommen Sie bitte! Aufzeigen ein Sinn auf Komik. Sie machen euch seehen schlecht in den Auslanders augen." Matthias yelled, briefly interrupting his singing.
<Come on guys! Show a sense of humor! Your making us look bad in front of the Foreigners.>
"DRINKS UND GERMAN b*tchES ON ME YA'LL" he yelled back to the group as he moved toward the helicopter.
((I actually do have a fairly interesting RP planned for Matthias if anyone is interested in coming along. It involves the layout for my RP group in the making, Umbrella and Nazis. Also, if you want, all of what he promised while raving to the helicopter lol))
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Kruger
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Jun 28, 2010 21:41:20 GMT -5
Post by Kruger on Jun 28, 2010 21:41:20 GMT -5
Siegfried looked up off the ground and started firing his pistol at the creature as it ran off. He then got up and saw the man starting to walk away and the other doing what looked to him a kind of dance toward a military heliucopter. Siegfried then looked back at the AGF and saw that it wasn't probably going to start because of how hard the creature hit it and holstered his pistol. He walked over the the MG4 and picked it up and walked over to the officer and said, "Ich bin der Sturgan Kapitän kann ich eine Fahrt auf diesen Hubschrauber zurück zu bse erhalten? Mein Transportmittel ist vermutlich durch ein monsterous Tier herausgenommen worden." (I am Captain Sturgan can I get a ride on that helicopter back to bse? My means of transport has probably been taken out by a monsterous beast.) The officer agreed to let him on and as he borded the helicopter he looked back at the agf and thought in his mind, "Ich kann ein Neues erhalten." (I can get a new one.) He sat down and secured himself in a seat waiting for the helicopter to take off.
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Prussian
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Jul 3, 2010 16:53:10 GMT -5
Post by Prussian on Jul 3, 2010 16:53:10 GMT -5
Matthias moved from his helicopter to the one Kruger was in, carrying a large bag.
"Fick das, jene Modelle sind sehr laut." Matthias said, happy there was only one soldier in this helicopter.
<f**k that, those models are to loud.>
Realizing they were the only two in the passengers part of the helicopter he casually lit up a cigarette. He shook his carton, noting the six he still had in it.
"Macht es Ihnen etwas aus, wenn ich rauche?" Matthias asked (despite really asking if he should apologize for it or not as he had no plans on putting it out), digging through the bags he'd taken onto the helicopter with him.
<Do you mind if I smoke?>
He removed a water bottle with a dark-brown liquid in it. He took a swig and winched. "Klar, jezt das ist der gut scheißer." he said, taking another sip.
He removed an IPod, and rummaged around, muttering something about missing headphones. Instead he pulled out speakers and put it his IPod into the speakers. A song over-powering the sound of the quieter blades of the EVAC helicopter.
"Ich hoffe das du magst Scooter." Matthias said, taking another swig of his drink.
<I hope you like Scooter>
He bobbed his head and took swigs of his drink zoning into the music, briefly forgetting there was someone else in the helicopter. He looked up and not wanting to make this an awkward ride decided to break the ice.
"So, Soldat-Junge, was ist dein Geschichte? Ach, übrigens. Wenn du willst einige zigaretten oder whiskey, fühlst frei zu selbst helfen." Matthias said, "Oh, und ich habe... Blümchen, Showtek und einige andere scheißer wenn du bist nicht genießend dies." he added, taking another swig of his drink and drag on his cigarette.
<So, Soldier-Boy, what's your story? Oh, by the way. If you want some cigarettes or whiskey, feel free to help yourself.> <Oh, and I have... Blumchen, Showtek and some other s*** if your not enjoying this.>
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Jul 3, 2010 19:36:07 GMT -5
Post by Shotgun Yell on Jul 3, 2010 19:36:07 GMT -5
Kirill had made it this far without the aid of the military, and although the promises of warms meals and warmer women, he neglected the chopper and instead returned to where he’d picked up the rations less than an hour before. There were quite a few left, enough at least to last the man a week and so without removing his hand from the grip of his saiga, he loaded up the overturned box of rations and stuffed all the ones that had fallen out into it. Then, upon realizing this was an aid convoy, he rummaged through the trucks and managed to get bits and scraps of medical supplies, so he tossed them into the box as well.
He gave a wave to the chopper, grateful for the help from the Germans, and then started off down the rode, opposite the way he had come, with a bit of a smirk on his face and a copious amount of blood still staining his porcelain white skin. That was interesting.
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Jul 6, 2010 17:09:08 GMT -5
Post by Dark Nomad on Jul 6, 2010 17:09:08 GMT -5
Vargr made his way through the forest, limping every few steps. The amount of fire power over powered Vargr and he was forced to run. Vargr wasn't sure if all of the men were boarding the helicopter that he had heard fly in but if one of them didn't board it they were going to be the target of Vargr. If not he'd have to go back to hunting the locals and anyone who was traveling through the area. Vargr would recover from all of the bullet wounds and the knife wound had already closed up. He could feel with each step the bullets under his flesh. It was highly irritating and caused him to stop twice now. He had to dig the bullets out with his claws or they would stay there for a very long time. He reached into each wound, letting out a roar as he did so, and pulled out each bullet.
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