Wastelands ~ The Game's afoot

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((Virgil has come to the point to where he doesn't care if he is sane anymore. His attitude is "It is what it is" and I am about throw a gear into your perfect plan.))

Virgil contemplated what he wanted the bunker to become, the presence of fighting met there were a large enough number of humans left alive to form warring nations and they had access to military technology from the pre-Apocolypse era. They couldn't hide from the world forever. Should they dedicate themselves to being a hospital or try and start their own little faction?

Eventully more pressing matters came to mind. Through binoculars he could see a jeep coming towards the warehouse. It had the same emblem as the tank and he didn't think these people would be welcoming in any way.

Picking up his things he threw them back into the warehouse and stripped off the hazmat suit so he could use his camo fatigues to his advantage. He assumed a prone position and aimed his rifle at the oncoming jeep.

((Is Virgil on top of the warehouse, outside, or what?))

((He is lying in a prone postion on the roof with his rifle pointed towards the oncoming jeep))

((Still on the roof, eh? Silly sod....))

Sydney heard the sound of a vehicle approaching.

Pretty heavy. Not a truck, but pretty heavy. But still a car of some sort.

Sydney thought it likely that they were whoever owned the tank. And given what Virgil did when he suspected a 'mutant gopher' of being underground, he might end up shooting them. He decided not to spring into action.....yet....

((Crap, I've gotta go somewhere, may not be back for a few hours. Don't shoot me...))

Virgil watched as the jeep rode up - there were two men inside in well maintained uniforms. Judging by the marking on there uniforms they were probably grunts of some sort. They stopped and got up - each looked around for a second before seeing Virgil.

"Greetings brother. Why are you so far out in the Wastes?" Virgil didn't like his wide open smile or his easy demeanor. "Cam, watch my back." Pointing the rifle right at the man's face he replied. "You are no brother of mine and my business is none of yours!"

"Brother you are on the lands of United Churches of the Apocolypse! Of course it's our business to know what your doing!" Virgil comtemplated shooting this buffon full of holes right then and there, tensing his trigger finger but decidng in the end to warn him again.

"Why you so interested in my business?!" Virgil was feeling trapped, he would probably kill these two in the next ten minutes. "We heard rumors of a dune buggy being hidden here and some gunshots were heard here."

"The dune buggy is mine and the shell casings are mine! This is my warehouse and MY home! f**k off!" Virgil was hoping that would be enough to get them gone.

"How did you get here brother? We patrol here weekly and last week there was nothing here, we thought the vehicles inside were broken. Did you repair them?"

Virgil repiled again "I came from a fallout shelter five miles south of here, it ran out of suppiles and power so I had to chance it in the Wastes. And yes, those vehicles were repaired by me."

"Alright brother, Christ be with you. There's a farming town about five miles north of here if your planning to go that way. Named Kurzu " As the jeep drove away Virgil felt a profound sense of relief. Scurrying downstairs He picked up his chair again and returned to his vigil, he was feeling a little tired so he thought he should go back down in an hour or so.

Sydney heard the speech with a smirk.

Bloody cultists. They'll soon be back, with that tank. But Virgil was back in a more relaxed position and thus vulnerable.

One, two, three, and JUMP!! !!

Soil exploded as Sydney leapt. Onto the roof of the warehouse. An impossible feat, normally, but Sydney had more impossible feet. And legs.

But so startled was he at how high he had left, he landed in a rather undignified manner on top of Virgil. The Mosin Nagant clattered off the rooftop (thankfully not discharging). He recovered quickly, and, while still on top of Virgil, pulled the revolver from the stunned paranoiac's hands.

"You killed me Virgil. Not literally, but you forced my hand. We're mutual in our madness, but I am at least reconciled with it. Death is a great therapy. I'd recommend you try it, but I don't want you cured, just yet. Just unconscious."

He hit Virgil with what he thought was a light slap, but actually knocked him unconscious. He then wandered over to a skylight and looked at his reflection in the few remaining shards of glass. He wiped the dirt off. Not bad. He looked like his old self, just paler skin, and bloodshot eyes. But nothing a bit of makeup and contact lenses couldn't fix. He then slid down the very drain pipe that Virgil had slid down earlier, and rushed for one of the nearby ruined buildings. He then went into it, and making sure, he chose a room with no windows, or line of sight to the warehouse.

He smirked to himself as he thought about whether Virgil would tell the others. But he was also bemused, astounded, and yes, even frightened at the power of the jump he just made. He wasn't willing to test how resilient he was towards a bullet, but if either Virgil, or those so-called United Church of the Apocalypse cultists found him, he wasn't going to make it easy on them.

((So there you have it. Sydney's grand re-entrance. Explanations will be forthcoming later. Needless to say, I've had the explanation broiling about in my head since yesterday. And is appearance, as noted, is just paler skin and bloodshot eyes. Oh, and he still has a crapload of dirt all over him....))

((You going to post, Yvan_Eht_Nioj?))

((I would but with school having begun I only have enough time to post in the evenings now. And even then that's if I'm not loaded with tons of homework. And I can't add anything that would continue the story right now.))

((I'm off for a while. Off to bed.))

((I have other things to do, can't be arsed with the RP anymore. Going to kill off my character or run away from the bunker to somewhere and not return for the moment.))

((That seems like a great solution. You will have to do this now because the monk with the weapon thought it was a good idea...srry.))

((Since this RP may slow down a bit I will start another one, I will still contribute to this one as much as I can though))