The Siberian Wilderness

Nevermore looked at the daemon boy and cawed as if he were laughing at him. Vagus spoke in an almost humorous tone "Kid, this bird is here because I own it just as much as it owns me. Nevermore has saved my life more times than I can count." Vagus ruffled the feathers under the raven's neck and fed him a sunflower seed. "Sure he might not be used to cold weather, but ravens are cold weather birds." He spoke in almost a baby voice petting his raven affectionately.

As he did so he began to question why everybody drew weapons in his presence. He got nervous when he knew people had weapons, even more so when they showed them off. This wasn't the only thing that made him uncomfortable though. If push came to shove he might could handle one of the Daemons but not two and a reaper, that's assuming that they work together. But if they didn't trust each other, why did they sit at a campfire together?

[Richard G. Hale]

Richard the Reaper continued to stare at the fire, though his attention was directed behind him, at the man transferring knives from his sleeves to his pockets. ' Good to know you've got your hands on 'em at least.' he thought to himself, and kept his grip on his own Webley tight, and the gun itself hidden and aimed within the folds of his thick leather overcoat. His figure remains still as his head moves up slightly, and his eyes slide up to look at those of the Daemoness.

He seems to consider something for a few moments before speaking softly in Russian."У меня есть немного в пути валюты, и менее на пути все, что я хотел бы рассмотреть полезной для себя. Что бы вы хотели пожелать в обмен на в обмен на то, что вы сделали?"

The Reaper's face is a mask of creamy white as he speaks, though his words were hesitant, and the inflection reluctant. His face remained a mask of creamy white, expressionless bone while he spoke, and his body remained in the same position that it had been for the entire time he'd been sitting. His body is hunched forward towards the fire wearily, and his feet are planted firmly at a little past shoulder height.

The Reaper would remain quiet as he waited for an answer with his question being given, he had no obligation to answer a question which wasn't his to answer, nor did he feel compelled to jovially place himself at the center of any of the conversations that were taking place. He simply sat, waited, existed, and though. He thought about the day's activities leading up to this point, and then about his camp and it's growing number of residents. He thought about the journey he was planning to make to his home, and his means of doing so. Lastly, he thought about the position he was putting himself into.

[Rennia Trayvold]

Another soft chuckle manages to escape from the Daemoness as she hears the question from Richard. She shakes her head slowly before replying. "Существует не так много, я бы попросил, за исключением, может быть, пользу или два вниз по линии ... и что вы не стреляйте в меня, если что-то ... дикие происходит вокруг здесь" As she says the last line, Rennia would gaze around at the other two before looking back to Richard with a solitary slow nod.

Her attention then turned to the other two, though she didn't look at them as she started speaking. "Kid, If I was going to shoot you, I'd have done it already. You don't need to get all jumpy because I chambered a round in my rifle... Besides. I'd much prefer other means at this range. So I don't know why the two of you are getting tense. Maybe you shouldn't walk up to a camp full of people prepping themselves for the days to come when we'll need our gear ready."

The fiendling chuckled yet again, looking down to the fire. These two new guys sure were paranoid of everyone else. Even between the reaper and her there hadn't been that much tension. It was almost visibly thick now. Even the smallest of sparks... could ignite an explosion of action (an amusing thought considering the pyromaniac near her). The only question would be who the victors were. Two on one on one weren't the greatest of odds even if it did turn out that way. Worst comes to worst, the two would randomly pick a good match up and manage to down the reaper and her. Then it would be down to the two of them... Not good odds at all...

[dudedude2211]

Nakashi remained silent, but wondered if he shouldn't be so tense... 'They're all acting like it's stupid for me to draw my weapons... oh, the irony of their hypocrisy. Why should I not be tense around people with guns?' he thought to himself, making a mental note to make himself appear even more tense. He had started realizing that the only one who might openly attack him was the newcomer, and even then, he could easily get away... or he could stand and fight. Maybe he would have someone on his side if a fight broke out... 'Better not to side with anybody yet. Whoever has the advantage if and when a fight starts will be the person I side with. That would probably be safer than otherwise. But there is safety in numbers, so maybe if two other people team up I could join them.' he continued thinking. For the next few minutes he mentally thought up battle plans; one for every scenario he could think if. Most of them were good, sound, plans, and had high odds of hims surviving.

"Hey, mister daemon boy with the glorified pocket knives. You said you might know who sent the letter that I got, bringing me to this ungodly cold place. Anyway I want to know because I'm putting a bullet in their fucking skull. They are so boned when I find them. I will rip out their intestines and lynch the person with them from the nearest tree." Vagus seethed anger for about a minute before calming down and feeding Nevermore another sunflower seed. "So mister Grim Reaper, what exactly are you doing out here in this 9th layer of hell? If your looking for a place to live I could set you up in an ok place in Vegas, could even get you a job. Though I suppose you like the natrual life out here" he raised.his eyebrow. "And you, miss deamoness. What is a girl like you doing in a place like this? Much too cold for a beautiful lady like yourself. Of course I realize thats sexist but its the best nonrretarded pick up lines I have at this point" he smiled calmly as Nevermore expressed his joy of the sunflower seed by.cawing loudly.

[Richard G. Hale]

Richard's head shifted ever so slightly as the woman spoke, and responded in kind. "У вас будет свой знаки внимания, и моя благодарность. Что касается текущей ситуации, я тоже это чувствую. Напряженность настолько густой, что я могу резать."

The Reaper lowered his head after he finished speaking, turning it back to the fire. He continued to think over the situation to himself as he listened to the Daemon boy's silence, and then the newcomer's words.

He had to restrain himself from saying anything that he would come to regret at the newcomer's query, instead deeming it a better idea to calm himself before speaking. Eventually he speaks up, his voice just as soft as before, though a little strained. "I am no harvester of the souls of the damned."

Richard would fall silent afterwards, opting to not answer the man's question about why he was out here in the first place. He had already explained his reasons for his presence once that night and he had no intention of doing so once more. It was tiring enough to explain it to the Daemoness, and it would be more so to explain to two others. Not to mention the tension surrounding the small camp.

He kept his Webley firmly in place as he sat still, and kept a dexterous index finger pressed firmly up against it's trigger. The Reaper let his other hand rest on a leg in front of him, ready to act as well. He would be ready if either of the most recent members of his camp were to try anything. Otherwise, he kept his gaze focused on the fire, and his attention focused behind him.

[Rennia Trayvold]

Rennia offered but a nod in reply to Richard's comment. At this point little more needed to be said in return to the man. The two of them agreed on several points and now they had finalized their parts in the matter. It would be simple enough later on to get the man what he had asked for earlier. Her contacts were well supplied, especially with M14s. Between the fact the popularity of the weapon had dropped, at least percentage wise, and the fact they were still readily produced... meant there was a fairly good stock of them lying about for use.

Now her attention turned once more to the two newcomers. First she shifted her gaze to the Daemon. He'd fallen silent and seemed to be contemplating something. Young minds silent and contemplative tended to lead to seriously worrisome situations. It was also drawn to him as the newest arrival began to bark at him. It was the bark of an angry person. He clearly did not like being out here in the cold. The man asked the daemon about why he'd been called out here. That's right... He did say he might know something about that. The thought played around in the woman's mind. That was another worrisome point. If the daemon had called him out... that would mean the two would likely be working together... at least soon if not presently.

Then her gaze turned to the angry newcomer. His distaste for the cold was brief before he settled down. His attention first turned to Richard after he had finished with the Daemon. He questioned Richard as to why he was here and why he didn't go to Vegas and do things professionally. It brought a chuckle from her. "I don't imagine the jobs offered in Vegas would interest him that much. Too many people, and Vegas generally only offers a few jobs selective to it... and I don't see him as a dealer... a high volume banker... a lone shark... or a hit man. Any other job can be fairly easily done elsewhere... with less traffic." The woman offered a smirk to Vagus at that point.

That was when his attention was turned to her. Yet another laugh left the Daemoness's throat as he inquired why she was here as well. "Well, you know, what better place for a cold bitch then the frozen wastelands of Siberia? I'm hunting game of course. Through tracking my hunt, I've managed to find myself out here. And it's not that cold really... Antarctica was colder. It was a balmy negative twenty or so there in the middle of the day. That and I was talking to my lovely friend here. Quite an interesting conversation really..."

She trailed off with one of those 'It's true' type gazes as she nodded. Her gaze wandered back over to Richard as her mind wandered in another direction entirely. Where would this situation lead?

[dudedude2211]

'What good could come of this...'
The thought was dwindling in the daemons mind. 'Somebody's going to die if a fight breaks out... bad thing is, I'm first in line. The only way I could really hold my own is if i unleashed that power.' the thoughts kept going, and he replied to the newcomer.
"Yeah... I do know. But I wasn't the one that sent it. A human sent it... A human that's important to me. I don't care about the lives of many humans, and the ones I do, I keep alive. So don't just go and kill him, or you might suffer a worse fate." was his reply. He said it coldly, getting his point across.
The wood was dwindling, but he could keep the fire going without it, unless he chose not to.

"Well I'm for the most part sure I could beat you in a fight if we are talking about your human friend, but I do not wish it. I just want to know why I'm why in the middle of nowhere with two daemons and a reaper. I personally don't think that's too much to ask but, fate is usually not generous." He paused and sighed. Nevermore hopped off his shoulder and began to wander around the fire basking in it's warmth.

He looked at the Daemonss and then at the reaper before he spoke "As for the job offer. It's nothing special, or Mob related for that matter. Just dangerous. It's a Currier job. You'll be going from Vegas to a place called the Divide. Small little village that gets its supplies from a Currier. Their last one died. Killed by the out laws in the area. Though its tough, the pay is very nice, and you don't talk to many people" A look of hopefulness took over Vagus's eyes and he took another deep breath.

His hopefulness turned into seriousness as he spoke next. "Ok, I realize that tensions are high but I've found a way to fix this." He looked calmer and more happy than all of his previous looks. "The best way to unite people is a plan. When we have a common goal, we end this nervous waiting game to see who attacks first. So... anyone have a good plan?"

[Richard G. Hale]

Richard remained dead silent as the two newest members of the camp spoke up, the sides of his maw curling upwards slightly at the mention of working in Las Vegas. He was familiar with the city, though he had never been there himself. His nature made it difficult to move through crowds.

Eventually he would speak up, adding to the cloud of Carbon Monoxide being given off from the fire, and people.

"Cities aren't my thing, nor will I act as a business man's delivery boy. And if you don't like the tension, you should tell the kid in front of you to stop creating it."

Richard would fall silent after he spoke, much in the same exact position that he had been in when he started. He was still hunched forward towards the fire, an arm resting over his legs, and his other resting on a leg. The aged Fedora resting on his head casts a shadow over his face as the fire flickers over it, casting a conflicting shadow of the white of his face.

[Rennia Trayvold]

Rennia chuckled as she listened to the others talk and looked towards Richard in between the gaps in the conversation. When she finally found one big enough, she asked a question she had forgotten to earlier. "Есть ли способ я могу связаться с вами, когда у меня все? Или по крайней мере место, чтобы бросить его там, где вы будете уверены, что найти?"

She kept her gaze on Richard until she got an answer, then it shifted over to Vagus as he asked about a plan. "Well If you mean what I intend to do, I intend to sit here for a while... Not sure how long. Might even stay for the night. My game has stopped running for the time being and I'm not at risk of losing it unless you lot start running through the woods with fire and making a ton of noise."

"I do have to agree though. I personally have no intention of shooting anyone here unless they do something foolish. I don't make a habit of killing people randomly but I also don't feel like taking any chances out in the frozen wasteland known as Siberia. So yeah. Don't do anything stupid and no one will get shot at. Pretty simple."

[dudedude2211]

Something didn't feel right... when he found this campsite, he was being followed by hunters. Elite hunters that had killed many supernatural creatures before, and (correctly) considered themselves veteran hunters. They worked as mercs, not caring who hires them, as long as they're hired by humans. They had managed to break a daemon's mind, and she joined their ranks. She had been doing it for a while, and she was the one they had sent to go after him. But where were they now?...
Maybe that forest fire was a decoy that she had set up... maybe not. Maybe it really was the campfire he had put up. He had known that she was following him; back in the States she had caught up to him. He barely escaped, caught in yet another close call.
'Why has she not noticed the campfire yet...? I thought she was better than that.' he thought to himself. He wondered if he should tell the others that a traitor to his kind working with a group of hunters was following him, but decided against it. If she came near, they would most likely be able to tell she was against them.

Vagus stood abruptly and turned around. It wasn't very obvious if you looked at him but he was rummaging through his pack that he brought to find something. "Now i know everyone is stiff and nervous, but honestly this suck dick. so I got something that might help." Vagus pulled out an assortment of odd objects including: Smirnoff vodka, five glasses, the gmae twister, and finally a Nintendo DS. "don't ask why I carry this stuff , I don't quite know myself. All I know is that these things mix well." Vagus popped the top of the vodka. "So, if you want a drink you should tell me." He poured himself and Nevermore a glass and gestured the bottle outward for someone to take it from him. He honestly didn't expect any takers. He knew they would think that he was trying to set them up for something, but he didn't care. it would just be more for him.

[Richard G. Hale]

The Reaper by the fire remained still for a while, and eventually said "Вокруг. Куда ты идешь? Я собираюсь на северо-восточном побережье поймать поездку. Если вы слишком мы могли бы также лагере вместе, как позволяет ситуация."

Richard would fall silent once again after speaking, returning to his statuesque condition. A bony obelisk, representing the virtue of patience in the midst of calamity. He noted the lax attitude of the newest member of his camp, and also the silence of the child. He had to be careful of the kid, he thought. Something was going to happen soon, he could feel it building up in the atmosphere. He would be ready for it when it happened, but would the boy? Or the man who smelled like he was opening a bottle of Vodka? The woman would be, he knew, so he didn't worry about her.

The Reaper's head twirled and flitted around the possibilities of the situation at hand as he sat. Would he be forced to shoot someone? Would he have to kill the child? Or the man and his avian? He hated the thought, but something would almost assuredly come up soon.

[Rennia Trayvold]

"Казалось бы, что мы, возможно, движутся в одном направлении несколько," came Rennia's reply to Richard. Then she switched back to English as she gave a few slow nods. "Maybe... Maybe."

As Richard fell silent she turned her gaze towards the newest arrival. She noted his modern terminology with a furrow of her brow, but said nothing. She did however give a faint "ugh" as the smell of Vodka reached over towards her. "Keep that crap away from me. I had enough during my last trip to Russia. I've no desire to have more. It's vile." Her eyes wandered to the other things that Vagus pulled out and she shook her head.

The tension remained high in the camp, keeping Rennia on alert. It made every voice louder than normal, but it also made the silence deafening. In each absence of speech the crackle of the fire seemed to be so loud as to be a massive bonfire. Something was coming. She had the feeling that soon there would be a fight of some sort, and someone would wind up dead or wounded. Her sixth sense also seemed to be flooding her brain with alarms, warning her of impending danger. Her thumb, hidden by the grip of the rifle, tapped at the safety, waiting....waiting.