The Siberian Wilderness

[Richard G. Hale]

Richard just watched, and silently listened as the woman pulled her hood down and spoke. Eventually his eyes would turn back to the crackling fire, and would stay there for a long period of time.

"I see." was the only thing that the Reaper said. It was spoken softly, and into the crackling fire before them. His face reflected the passive mask of bandages that had recently covered it as he thought, and considered.

Richard's mind started to wander the longer he stared at the fire, eventually drifting back to his own parents. He didn't have many memories of them, just of them passing what knowledge they could to him before they faded from existence themselves. He decided mentally on his next course of travel as he thought, resolving to take a pilgrimage back to his home.

[Rennia Trayvold]

Seeing as he didn't say much in reply, Rennia sat in silence for a moment before she tugged at a strap that ran across her chest and lifted off a large bag that had been strapped, similarly crossed across her back. She pulled the long thing into her lap and reached around to unzip the thing. As the zipper reached the end she lifted the top off of the bag to reveal a partially disassembled Barrett M107.

Carefully Rennia lifted the main rifle, which had been stripped of only a few components that she could snap on in a moment's notice. Primarily the magazine as well as the bi-pod. She could have removed the scope as well, but that would risk messing with the zeroing she had done, and on the job that was not something she needed to be worrying about. So it had been left in place.

After she removed the rifle, she carefully set the bag aside. Then she began digging into it and retrieved a box, a rag, and a couple bottles which she set on top. The daemoness then turned her attention back to her rifle. The first thing she did was remove the barrel and upper receiver from the lower receiver and stock. That was easily taken care of by removing the mid and rear lock pins first. Then She carefully pulled back part way on the charging handle and lifted up on the rear of the upper receiver. Once that was clear she slowly released the charging handle, making sure it stayed in place until she finished removing the upper receiver. At that point she pulled back on the charging handle again until she could slip the mid lock pin into position to hold the bolt and springs in place.

At that point she set the lower receiver onto the bag and opened the box. Inside was an entire cleaning kit for the rifle. She tugged out several cleaning rod pieces and screwed them together in a quick motion. Then, carefully she worked the rod down the barrel of the rifle, beginning the cleaning process.

[Richard G. Hale]

The Reaper watched for a few minutes as the woman started cleaning her rifle, almost wondering where she had the funds for it before he remembered how long she had been around. He started to feel a slight twinge of inadequacy with his own weapon, be it reliable or not. He would have to rectify that when he could.

The Reaper fumbled around in his bag for a few moments as he gathered a few objects, and then balanced them on his legs. There was a small metal plate with a slight ridge around the rim, a little black rectangle, and a small bottle of water. He started the process by pouring a small quantity of water over the metal plate, and then started stirring it with the little black object. He took his time as the water slowly started to turn into an inky black substance, which grew thicker and thicker with each rotation of the block.

Eventually Richard ceased his constant stirring, and carefully reached into his bag for an old but well loved fountain pen. The man rested the nib of the pen in the ink, and slowly started to draw it up into the capsule resting inside of it. When he finished, he used a small portion of water to clean off the plate, and packed everything back into his bag.

[Rennia Trayvold]

As she continued to clean her rifle, she would occasionally look up at the other being across from her, curious as to what he was up to. After a good dry brush down of the inner workings of that barrel, the fiendish woman dipped the contents of one of the bottles onto a patch or two and began running that through the barrel on the end of the rod. By now there was very little coming off of the barrel and onto the patch.

When she'd finished that, she packed the rod away and picked up the rag. Similarly she poured a tiny portion of the contents of one of the bottles onto the rag and she began a general wipe down of the rifle's barrel and upper receiver. She wasn't cleaning it with a fine toothed comb by any means, but that would come when she got the time to tear it apart at home.

Finishing with the upper receiver, she began working on the lower. Finally after a few minutes of silence, she spoke again, asking only a single question. "So where'd you land that pistol?"

[Richard G. Hale]

Richard raised an eyebrow, well, his equivalent of an eyebrow at the sudden question. He had to stop and think back to the days he spent creeping around through the crumbling ruins of Britain as the German air raids flew through the skies. It would be almost a full minute before he gave an answer.

"I took it from a policeman who had been unfortunate enough to get trapped under a pile of rubble in a German raid. I think he thought he was dying when he saw me picking through his pockets for any extra ammunition, or money. It was hard to hear over the sirens, but I think he started screaming. I barely had enough time to get away from the rest of the building as it fell down over him."

"Damn thing had already been through a lot before I had taken it, broke just before the war ended. I had to get it fixed, and then refitted for modern ammunition, and that was a nightmare to go through. Word of advice, don't try to do anything with a firearm in Britain without an ID and a gun license."

Richard sighed to himself quietly as he remembered the occasion, which had almost turned into very long, and very problematic encounter with the authorities.

[Rennia Trayvold]

The woman chuckled as he retold his tail, glancing up with a smirk. "Luckily, I've got both. However, I also have the fortune of having an association with a few governing bodies. That does tend to help move things like that along without too much trouble. Though I could imagine with the trouble you went through... The hassle they'd give me for bringing in a fifty...?" She chuckled again and shook her head. "That would be quite the mess..."

"There are people who could help you obtain such nice luxuries though.." She said half-idly as she gazed down into the lower receiver of her rifle, obviously trying to make sure she managed to clean some small piece inside. "They specialize in assisting other... species with their papers. Naturally doing it with the humans wouldn't work so well. They'd ask you to remove your coverings and I imagine that might.... uh..." She gazed up yet again with a smirk. "Yeah."

"Of course there are also people you could take it to. Whether to upgrade your existing weapon... or buy new ones. I've got a few contacts you might be able to get a decent rifle from as well. Might make hunting game a lot easier than with your pistol... Not that I imagine you struggle too much. After all, You've got to have seventy years of experience with that thing. Or at least close to. Hard to believe it's been that long since the second world war..."

Her voice became distant once again as she seemed to be recalling that event as well. "Seems like it was only yesterday...."

[dudedude2211]

A dull thud can be heard as a teenage looking male figure lands behind a campsite with two people, one obviously a reaper, the other obviously his kind. His black feathered wings can be seen, extended through the slits in the back of his black jacket. Upon looking closely, one could almost tell the blue in his eyes was fake and that in fact, underneath, the contacts was a strange shade of blackish-red. "Finally, away from the damn humans...'' he said as he landed quietly. "And who might I have the pleasure of meeting today?" he continued with a sly grin. He reached for his daggers well hidden underneath his sleeves in case they ended up a threat, but he would only need to fight one, as he could bind the other in chains instead. He began to pull the daggers out of his sleeves, ever so slightly, in case they made any sudden, threatening movements. The guns they had on them then caught his eye, causing him to be even more cautious.

[Richard G. Hale]

The Reaper tensed as the newcomer landed nearby, and curved his head to get a look out of the corner of his eye. He rests a hand on the revolver in his jacket that he was about to retrieve as a precaution, and keeps his other ready to grab his bag from it's position as well. He would be able to grab his gear and fend off any attack at roughly the same time if he planned it right.

" 'Evening. You float in from the town to the south then, or somewhere else?"

Richard keeps a visual on the other man as he speaks, and noted the movement in his sleeves as he stood there. His face was blank as he considered the situation quietly. He ran the various choices and options through his head while he waited for the next person to speak up.

The fire continued to crackle, and burn in it's small pit, with the occasional fleck of ash, or a spark floating upward from the burning log it consumed. The embers and charred remains of a few other logs shifted slightly under the relatively new log on top.

[Rennia Trayvold]

At the sound of the thud, Rennia was already alerted. Then the being strode into their camp. Well it was the reaper's camp. She just happened to be in it as well. As she caught sight of the other man, she paused in the cleaning of her lower receiver. By now her hand was already under her parka and it wasn't far to reach till her fingertips were touching the grip of another one of her hidden treasures.

Underneath her heavy coat was a holster at her side. Held within it was a Kimber M1911 with a fitted silencer attached to it. One thing her rifle was never the best at, was close quarters combat. While her blades made up for that, there were times when she needed to be able to hit someone at medium range. This was one of those times she felt it might be needed. She however made no attempt to pull that pistol out... yet.

"My my.... It appears to be your lucky day. You're getting all kinds of visitors this evening. Whether you want them or not I suppose." The fiendling kept her eyes on the other one, who appeared, from what she could tell, to be another daemon. Though just because they were of the same general species, didn't mean he was necessarily someone to be trusted. In fact one might say it's never wise to trust any daemon... Unless you know them really well, and even that was a risk. "And what brings you out here? "

[dudedude2211]

"You know, there is a difference between flying and floating. I flew in. Flew. Notice the wings. And I flew in from America, not some town in the south. I came here to avoid human civilization." he said, the bit about flying and floating sarcastic. The 'teenager' then repositioned his daggers into the sheaths in his sleeves. "So what is it that brings you two out here?" he asked. He had flown in from the United States, and it was to avoid human civilization, that was true, but he had another reason to be here... a reason he would only tell somone he would have trusted with his life. Then he noticed the fire, and caused it to burn a little bit brighter and higher. "I could keep that fire going for longer, if you want me to." he said, being hospitable to random strangers for reasons unknown even to him. It was probably just because of his obsession to fire...

[Varos Talantos]

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[Richard G. Hale]

Richard turned his head back to the fire shortly after the newcomer stopped talking. "Flying, floating, same difference." he softly responded after a time. He kept his hand in his jacket as he sat, though he began to relax to a degree.

Eventually he would also speak up again, still softly, and rather quietly. "Maybe an M14. Maybe a Mateba to go with it. Would be a nice pairing. Easy to maintain, cheap ammo. Reliable and adaptable. A little more stylish than a Webley."

The Reaper would go quiet after he spoke, staring at the fire on the ground in front of him. He toyed with the slightly curved, well used grip of his Webley inside it's holster under his jacket as he sat. He really did need to replace the thing, it was a miracle the barrel was even still attached to it after so long, never mind all the other moving parts that required constant care.

He wondered why so many people were congregating around his little fire in the middle of nowhere. 'I should start sending out invitations, it'll be a party.' he thought to himself quietly. He wondered if the newcomer could be the reason that the local wildlife decided to up and disappear recently.

[dudedude2211]

Then an animal comes near the campsite, and almost immediately flees. "The lack of wildlife wasn't bothering you, was it?" he said, in case the reaper didn't like animals... if so, it wouldn'tve been the first time he did something to upset a reaper. However, it would've been the first time it had to do with the strange ability that daemons are born with that scares away most living things, especially animals. "I don't mind the animals... I was just trying to keep away the predators and violent ones." he said after realizing he was still keeping them away. "They wouldn't be much of a threat, but it would be a waste of my time to fight them."he added on. He was also keeping them away so no humans came into this area for food and stumbled upon him, which would have been bad enough, had he not had American authoritys after him. American authoritys that were armed to the teeth.

[Rennia Trayvold]

The woman nodded as the reaper mentioned the M14 and accompanying Mateba. The former was a rifle she herself was very familiar with. Though she had favored the Springfield and K98 at the time, they were inevitably replaced by the M21, and later the m40, which were both still exceptional weapons. While not the M14 directly, the m21 had been built off of the M14, and thus had many very close characteristics shared with it. The rifle handled decently well and always put a round where she wanted it to go. It was only with the introduction of the M82 did she find a reason to switch off the platform.

"Anything to go with it? Long range scope? ACOG? Bipod?" She made a note to contact her supplier and see about obtaining one of the newer M14s with the polycarbonate stock. They were easier to mask in various environments without risking damage to the wood stock of a traditional rifle. "And what size do you want that Mateba in. As I recall it's a three fifty seven magnum, but also has a forty-four as well."

Finally she turned her attention back to the newcomer. He made his sarcastic remarks which earned a roll of the eyes from the female Daemon. Typical attitude... she remarked inwardly as she watched him. Then he asked what brought the two out here. The woman smirked as she offered her own reply. "Looking for something to kill."

[dudedude2211]

"I'd ask what you're hunting... if it would be worth the bother. And I'm doubting it is." he said. After she had said she was looking for something to kill, he almost immediately mentally registered her as either an assassin or a merc. He then saw smoke in the distance, and almost immediately after said "I think they've found me. I should hide somewhere, and soon. Better to get the drop on them." The source of the smoke was the campfire of a small group of American Navy Seals, who made no attempt to conceal the fact that they were here. They were armed to the teeth and ready to kill. The Unuted States military sent them here because ¬someone¬ [Nakashi] sort of lost control of himself and killed a massive amount of humans. Normally, when you massacre people, they do not take it too well, and hunt you down to arrest and/or kill you, which happens to be the case here.