Old World Blues (CLOSED ATM)

[cuzyeahboi]

She muttered something about water then got on her bike. "Well let's go!"

[Romulan_Furry]

"It'd probably be best," Skye replied. "So others don't find this place and jack everything while we sleep... assuming they don't slit our throats before they do..."

James sat down by the fire, laying his Dragunov across his lap. "What are we going to be talking about?" he asked.

[Blaiiine]

Blaine sat down in the chair across James, leaning his rifle against his leg. He took a moment, taking his gloves and throat mic off. The fire crackled and dimly lit the room, leaving everyone in a half-shadow. "Just some things," Blaine said, crossing one leg over the other. "Let's start with why you're stalking us. Well, one of us." He said, lighting a cigarette. The glow from the cigarette revealed Blaine's freshly scarred face, courtesy of Nitro's explosive arrow from the wastes.

[Lawleit]

(Hey sorry for being inactive but have a big exam tomorrow, so will be active after that, I haven't quit or anything, cheers)

[cuzyeahboi]

(is ok man)

[Romulan_Furry]

"Stalking you?" James chuckled. "Already, you presume much. Had I been stalking you, you never would have known. No, I was protecting you - protecting her. And before you ask why... ask her why she keeps looking at her left hand. Why she was, until recently, so ready to die."

[Razuel]

Angel had moved away from Blaine and James but was peering around a dilapidated shelf at the two, eavesdropping on the two, not understanding most of what they were saying.

[Blaiiine]

Blaine sat silent for a moment, looking over at Angel and then back to James. "Question number two. Who are you?" He asked, almost ignoring the first response. "And Ray. Are those lights still out there?"

And they would be. Inching ever so closer, ever so slowly. At some point, drums would be heard. Loud and vibrating.

[Romulan_Furry]

"My name is unimportant," James told Blaine, fully aware of the beating drums. "Like many things about me, it has been obscured by the many years I have counted. But if you must know, my name is James Harrigan. As for how I relate to Skye... I'll let her reveal that bit. But trust me when I say - neither Skye nor myself are what we appear. There is something about us that no one living knows about... and we would prefer to keep it that way; if certain members of the Huns or the faction you so proudly serve were to know... Skye and I would be hunted down and used as science experiments." He reached in his cloak and retrieved an AKMS with polymer grip and hanguard and a bakelite magazine and racked a round in the chamber with a loud click-clack-clack!. "I can hear them... I can smell them... interlopers. We have company."

[Blaiiine]

Blaine stood up, put on his gloves and harness then grabbed his rifle. He clicked the safety off and looked around. Spotting a stairwell, thankfully still intact, he moved halfway up before looking back to the group. "Whoever can man a weapon, stay topside. You two," Blaine said, pointing to Angel and Gypsie, "Get downstairs, wait on Alex and Skye."

Blaine moved up to the second floor, which was almost more intact than the bottom floor. Art, unscathed and almost flawless, hung from the walls. He kicked down the nearest door and took a position at one of the windows facing the road. Finishing his cigarette, he could finally hear the drums.


Farther down the road, in a field, the lights kept moving. They were held by various species, all in Romanesque armor made from scavenged pieces of metal or armor. They chanted low, lazily brandishing swords and rifles or varying types. But what they lacked in uniformity, they more than made up for in pure bloodlust. Just like the group whose name they donned. Huns.

[Romulan_Furry]

James came to the window beside Blaine, his AKMS slung and his Dragunov pointed downrange. "Ray, wherever you are, might want to get that portable cannon of yours prepped - we have heavy inbound," James said. He directed his next comment at Blaine: "Targets in sight, permission to engage?"

Skye, down in the armory, overheard the comments on the radio, added her own two cents: "Blaine, what're we looking at? How many? Do I need to start slicing and dicing?"

[Blaiiine]

Blaine looked down his scope, and slowly locked in on the group. He lowered his rifle and sighed, then activating his throat mic. "I'm not a math whiz but...we're looking at over eighty Huns. Coming right on down here." Blaine racked a round into his M416 carbine and looked down to the trucks. The Humvee was out of sight to the Huns but the technical would be a prime target soon. "You think you could bring that mounted gun up here? That'll even the odds a bit." Blaine asked James, while lighting a new cigarette. He only chain smoked when he was nervous, and he was beyond that point.

[Razuel]

Angel overheard most of the past conversation so she ducked behind the shelf and tried to hide, her head tucked and her hands on her head as she rocked back and forth, fearing that she might back into slavery if the guns get her.


Gypsie was listening too, but she had done this before and knew what to do, so she walked up to Blaine, "I build trap! Is okay?"

[Blaiiine]

Blaine nodded and went back to watching the road, the Huns still about a mile out.

[Alessia Starfurr]

"Fine then." Nari grumbled pressing the same button again, the large tunnel retracting back into the ground.