The Siberian Wilderness

[Richard G. Hale]

A long, considerate "Hnnnnnnhhhh" came from the Reaper's mouth as he considered his choices for the various calibers and clip-on items that would be useful, and that he would ever need. He mentally checked off on items that would be far too irrational to carry with him as he traveled, which included things along the lines of thermal scopes, batteries, lasers, things that would be sensitive to bouncing and the like. He determined more or less what he would find useful on the go, that would also be relatively low-key for someone like himself.

Then came the issue of calibers for the Mateba... An Auto revolver which he had actually become fairly familiar with since he had roamed through Siberia and Russia. He had come across a few local hunters sporting models of their own. He recalled one of the more enthusiastic people he had encountered lecturing him on which calibers were sufficient for what, and why his was better than the others for it's use of a .454 Casull cartridge. Richard remembered it vividly, the man had almost shot him with it.

Richard waited for the newcomer to stop speaking before he made his reply to the nearby woman, who's question he had been pondering over diligently.

"I wouldn't use a bi-pod much on the run, and a sling, or an old rag would do me just as well. A 12x scope would suit hunting and scouting well enough I suppose. An adjustable sling would be good for position shooting and toting as well. As for the Mateba, I met a young man about six years ago who sported a Unica Hunter, chambered for the .454 Casull. He had been using it to hunt some of the game in the area."

Richard maintained his gaze at the fire as he spoke quietly. He was glad now, that he had made it a point to keep himself updated on the current status of arms in the world.

[dudedude2211]

The smoke in the distance spreads, and then the male figure who had yet to introduce himself realizes that it was actually a forest fire, not smoke from a campsite. "Damn... that wasn't supposed to happen." he said, realizing that the fire he made spread into a forest fire. He then walked cautiously towards the source of the smoke, to make sure that it didn't spread too much and burn the whole forest down. A couple of minutes later, the smoke in the distance disappeared and the newcomer walked back into the camp. If you looked closely enough at his face, you would notice a small scar underneath his left eye. The last person that asked about it died. If you had known him for a while, you would have known better than to ask, but seeing as he just ---and technically didn't--- meet these people, he actually expects them to ask. His answer wouldn't be murder or assault, but a simple I don't want to talk about it. If they continued to inquire, they would most likely end up like the last person who asked about it multiple times... Dead.

[Rennia Trayvold]

((Sorry for the late reply, had to get something confirmed first.))

The didn't take her gaze off the newcomer. There was something about him that didn't sit right with her, and her senses told her not to trust this strange individual.

The outbreak of fire didn't seem to bother her either. Those eyes merely watched the other daemon as he wandered over in it's direction. That was about the only time she even bothered to gaze at the smoke. As he was gone she gave a faint sigh and replied to the reaper's statement. "A .454 Casull? Mighty heavy round... Good for taking down larger game I suppose." She chuckled again before continuing on. "Bi-pod's generally for stationary shooting, yes. A sling should be doable, could even throw in a forward hand grip as well if you'd like."

The woman quieted down as the other man returned. It wasn't a quick silence as to not let him over here more as merely it was that his return distracted her. She gazed at the scar for but a moment. There was no question that came from the Daemoness. Either she didn't care about it, or she didn't feel like commenting on it, neither was clear. Finally she did speak up, if only to ask one really simple question.

"So is there something we can help you with......?"

[dudedude2211]

The newcomer remained quiet for a moment, before replying. "The only thing I can think of right now is telling me your your names... Mine is Nakashi." was his answer, and he obviously wasn't even bothering to conceal his name. He then decided that trusting this daemoness would be a bad idea, and that he should keep his eyes open to any threatening gestures. However, he still wasn't sure wether or not to trust the nearby reaper.
He decided he would take out his blue contacts, which he did so while turned around. When he turned back around, his eyes were a deep shade of blackish-red. This made it completely clear that he was a daemon; he wanted them to know who and what they would be up against at the first sign of attack from them. If and when they did attack, he would be ready, as while he may appear to not be ready to fight, he always is.

[Richard G. Hale]

Richard followed the man out of the corner of his eye as he walked away, and nodded while he listened to the Daemoness talk to him. He considered her words for a time before making his reply.

"The .45 ACP can be used in a .454 barrel if need be, and it's good to have options. Variety can be a lifesaver."

He upholstered his Webley as soon as the newcomer vanished into the dark, though he left it concealed in the folds of his inner jacket. A precautionary measure, he couldn't shake an uneasy feeling that hadn't ceased since the thud behind him.

He considered the added option of a mounted grip for a few brief moments before deeming it a worthy investment, and nodding in agreement. "A grip would be nice. As would a suppressor, otherwise the rest of the animals would vanish. I don't particularly want anyone finding my position if they are nearby either, it might raise questions."

The Reaper would cease his own speech before long as he watched the newcomer stalk his way back from the forest. He would meet his question with a period of silence, his eyes remaining focused on the fire in front of him.

[Rennia Trayvold]

"So, Em fourteen, adjustable sling, forward grip, suppressor, a twelve ex scope, a Mateba in .454 Casull... Anything else?" She listed off the parts, making sure she remembered them all as well as a confirmation from the reaper to make sure she got them right. She wouldn't need to write them on paper after that, committing them to her memory instead.

Then she turned her attention back towards the other man. A long, almost vacant stare for a long moment before she finally spoke again. "Nakashi. Interesting. You're certainly a long way away from home if you're indeed from the States." There became that awkward silence as the two didn't prove to have much to say and the new individual's presence wasn't readily apparent. Why he came here of all places eluded the woman.

Then he removed his contacts. Whether or not the woman had expected it from him, she showed no sign of being surprised by the change. Instead she just gazed at him more intently. That gaze was flat yet intense. It was almost uncaring and daring at the same time. Finally she spoke up to Richard, though like before, she had changed to Russian. "он, конечно, имеет интересные глаза."

[dudedude2211]

"I don't speak Russian, but I would assume you just said something about me. Mind if I inquire as to what exactly you said?" Nakashi said rather curtly. He was eyeing the fire every once in a while, making sure it didn't go out. He liked fire. As a matter of fact, he's obsessed with it.
If it started to go out or weaken, he would use his control over fire to keep it going.
He was also looking around, still getting used to the way his eyes feel without the 'decorative' contacts on. He never really managed to get used to the transition. The only reason he even wears them is to make sure he fits in among humans, as they would find it strange that his eyes were red, and even more so that they were such a dark red, so he bought them from his 'friend'.

Just a few days ago he had received a letter with only three things in it. The first was a plane ticket to Siberia. It also came with coordinates and a foled piece of paper saying "Sorry". While this confused him entirely, it sounded interesting enough to put the rest of his jobs on hold until he did some digging. Nevermore didn't like the idea of a place as cold as Siberia, and protested by pecking Vagus on the head repeatedly until He agreed to get Nevermore a bird coat. Sure they don't exist, but birds don't know that.
Now Vagus was making his way slowly towards the column of smoke that wasn't far off of where the coordinates told him to be. He unwittingly assumed that this was the person, or people, to send him the letter. At this point he would usually send Nevermore on scouting, but alas. He was a frozen bird cicle, not to mention pissed about the bird coat. " God damn it, its so cold out here I'll have to amputate my own leg soon" What? Its not easy when you live the good life most of the time.
About an hour later He approached the campsite "I'm here. Are you the ones who sent me my lett....." He trailed off when he realized that he was in the presence of supernaturals. "Ok, two questions. One: did you send me the letter? Two: if so, why am I here?"

[Richard G. Hale]

The Reaper chuckled slowly at the woman's comment, and responds, offering no explanation to Nakashi. "Он, конечно, делает. Он, кажется глупым, а также. Твой друг?"

Richard turned his head very slowly to see the newest member of the growing campfire party. His eyes narrowed to a comical degree, considering they were encased in a layer of bone. "Why. Just. . . Why." He thought to himself as he considered that his brief stop to rest was turning into a social occasion.

Turning away the thought of voicing his complaints and causing even more tension that was already present between the group, he began to speak.

"... Who are you?" Was the only thing that came out of his mouth, though it was softly spoken, and full of curiosity. His focus would remain behind him, on both Nakashi and the newest member of the camp.

Meanwhile, the fire between him and the Daemoness continued to crackle and pop away as if nothing had changed at all. The single log remaining intact on the top of the embers was starting to dwindle away into ash and charred wood fibers, long since having been due for a replacement.

[Rennia Trayvold]

"Никогда не видел его раньше в моей жизни," came her reply. Like the reaper, she seemed to entirely ignore the request to speak in English. She did however chuckle softly at the man's uncomfortable reaction to the sudden switch to Russian. Oh well. He'll have to deal won't he? The daemoness thought as she pondered how he'd react.

Then came another newcomer. Seriously? The daemoness gave a mental groan as yet another addition was added to the camp. "You'd have had less company if you'd made camp in a Pub. Perhaps it's something you should consider in the future. It might draw less attention." While she had said it in jest, the woman actually did begin to wonder if her comment would hold true. The odds of running into three people, obviously including herself, out in the middle of nowhere in Siberia... That was not exactly something that happened every day.

Then the man opened his mouth and asked if they had sent for him. That caused her to hike a brow up. Well now she at least knew why he was out here. Someone had sent for him. The who and the why however... that was something that made her curious. Why was someone sent here?

Rennia didn't like this one bit. The new arrival seemed like a human, but there was something that wasn't quite right about him. The favorable odds were quickly becoming less favorable by the second and Rennia's senses were prickling. The worse part is that she was foolish enough to pull her hood down. What the fuck is going on?

[dudedude2211]

"...Normally when you see smoke in the middle of Siberia it doesn't mean there's a party going on!" he said, angry now that there were so many people here. "Three was enough." he continued. "But I may know who sent the letter...".

He was eyeing the fire, making sure that it didn't go out, and even though the wood was almost completely gone, he made it burn brighter, and then he stopped. The fire almost immediately died out, and Nakashi breathed a sigh of relief. Keeping a fire going without wood for long periods of time takes a lot of effort, even with his ability to create and control fire.

'I'm not sure that this is such a good idea anymore... too many people.' he thought to himself, coming up with all of the possible outcomes in his head. Most of them ended up in him dying or injured... a few him dead. Maybe he would wait until there were fewer people here... that would be safer.

"What the fuck?" he said loudly before he sat in plopped into the snow. He looked angry. Not at those around him but, angry in general. Nevermore hopped off his shoulder and began to bounce around what used to be the fire. He stared at each one of the three, pausing in front of the reaper for a stare that would make almost anyone uncomfortable, before flying back to the shoulder of Vagus.

Vagus pulled the gear off his back and sighed deeply "May I point out the elephant in the room?" He eyed everyone with curiosity "I may? Good. I know I'm not welcomed here, but I guess since I'm here I will grace you with my name." He laughed a quick laugh before stopping completely " My name is Vagus Tenebrarum: Paranormal Thief and Assassin, at your service." He did a slight bow, which would have been awkward enough enough without him being in a sitting position. "Now I've come all the way out here because of this letter. There is no one around for miles, and I'm not coming out here for nothing, so I guess I'm with you." Vagus smiled photogenically "If You'll have me" He lights a cigarette and inhales, but when Vagus exhales the smoke is as black as smoke gets.

[Richard G. Hale]

Richard the Reaper sighed quietly to himself and turned back towards the remains of the fire. He briefly mumbled something to the Daemoness in Russian, and then switched back to English.

"Интересно. I think you are right about the pub. I don't think the owners would appreciate a campfire in the middle of the floor, unfortunately."

The Reaper kept his hand on his Webley inside of his jacket, now more of a comfort than a means of defense with the sudden influx of people. There would be only a small chance of his living through using it, and only if the initial visitor of his camp turned out to not be particularly loyal to her own kind. Something that, all things considered, seemed likely.

The Reaper waved to the now burnt out fire before making his next line of speech. "Find a log and sit if you'd like. Free world. Mostly." Having extended the invitation, the Reaper would fall silent as he considered the ever changing situation. To think that starting a small fire to rest and recuperate at would attract so much attention... It almost made him laugh.

[Rennia Trayvold]

"Indeed.. on both counts. It'd be quite a sight though. Reaper sat at a fire in the middle of a pub." The woman chuckled faintly. Her eyes flickered between the two new arrivals before she pulled her hand out of her parka. At this point she was better off with her other methods if things got out of hand anyway.

At length she finally turned her attention back to the partly disassembled rifle in her lap. Her first move was to carefully remove the lock pin that held the bolt in place, making sure to keep pressure on the bolt to keep it from flying off. Then she let it fall into place gently. Next she reached over with the rag to grab the upper receiver. Carefully balancing the two in her lap, she slid the front portion of upper receiver into place, and pulled part way back on the bolt. Then she snapped the back into place and let the bolt slide forward. Finally she slid the mid and rear lock pins into place, effectively assembling her rifle.

Keeping the rifle in her lap carefully, she turned her attention to the cleaning kit, rag, and bottles. She carefully placed them back into her bag before she pulled out a magazine for her rifle, snapping it into place. Then she reached up and pulled back on the charging handle, extending it back to the rear and letting it snap forward, chambering a round.

With the mighty fifty loaded, she kept it pointed in a safe direction as she returned to the group around her. That's when the one spoke up. Her brow lofted once more as he appeared to be angry at something as he spoke to them. "I don't recall saying you were unwelcome here. Indeed if you were, why did you get a letter telling you otherwise?" The daemoness made sure to dance around the topic of whether it had been her or not that had sent for him. The goal was merely to probe the subject and get any answers she could. "Indeed, as my friend here stated... Do make yourself comfortable, since you are here....."

[dudedude2211]

Seeing as the daemoness had readied her weapon, he decided that he would too. Nakashi put the bottoms of his arms together, and stuck his hands up his sleeves. He then pulled his arms out, along with two daggers, one black, the other white. He slipped them into the inner pockets of his jackets, and kept his hands on the hilts.

He then looked at the bird with his blackish-red eyes. "Any real reason you brought a bird into Siberia?" he asked the person who had just arrived.
"I don't think it likes the cold." he continued. Looking at the bird, he could easily tell it came from warmer places. He came from a warmer area, but the cold doesn't really bother him, and even if it did, he could just make a fire.

He started wandering around, searching for wood to get another fire going. After he had found a few logs, he put them on the place where the fire once was. Then, out of nowhere, a fire started exactly where he had put the wood.