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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2014 0:47:54 GMT
“I learned to play the instruments of war," he said, "and paint in blood.” Why Do we always come to these sort of places?
Because you don't like people? No I take that back, because you don't like Humans. Humans hate places like these.
The echo of conversation once started and long finished between the two trudging figures through what was a very heavy snowfall in the most northern area of the tundra. On the right was a slighly more bundled up Kan, his normal outfit was added onto by a mix of a scarf and a liner for his coat. His boots had a slightly wider base and they were lighter to allow him an easier time to trek through the snow; thankfully they were made out of a different material than his other boots which would of made his feet freezing. Next to the human was a digimon who stood almost three feet taller than he did; which by it's own right was impressive considering the human himself was six foot five. The WeregarurumonX was already well furred in comparison to the human so she didn't honestly have to worry about the weather. This didn't mean she went without protection though; her own form had a coat much like Kan's draped over her shoulders but it remained open for some silly reason.
Why... Why do you have a coat if you're not even going to wear it right?
Because; YOU Insisted that I need one. I have fur remember? I'll be fine!
We don't know how long we're going to be out here, could be for days or even weeks.
You didn't even tell me why we're out here Uric.
The human paused at the use of his first name and glanced up at Hannibal who noted his reaction; she raised her hands up a bit and gave a lop sided grin to the human. Kan called himself by his last name because he detested being on a first name basis with most humans, save for a few like the man he called leader and his.... Companion. Every time she did call him by his first name it gave him shivers for some reason and it wasn't because of the cold. The human huffed and started back on their trek; what was he supposed to say to her calling him by his first name? Nothing really considering their.. predicament. It was pretty damn simple. He liked her, she liked him. But because of the vast difference in both build and... Blood kan knew it could never work and hoped that eventually the subject would be dropped.
Why did we come here other than to get away From people?
A hunch.
☪CREDIT: By Requiem of Remoor!
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Post by Sinn on Jan 28, 2014 3:41:22 GMT
As a resident of snow and blizzards, and living in Siberia for several months, Viktor was used to the blistering cold by now. He wore a fir lined hood with his newly fitted mask. It was black in feature, with a slim design and plates covering the cheeks, forehead and chin. The design was basic, save the yin-yang symbol he had inscribed into the temple of the mask.
Viktor did have goggles and a Balaclava, but just wanted an excuse to wear his new mask. The mask hissed as Viktor took a sharp breath, the filter defeating the cold air from causing shock to his lungs. One more reason it had over the Balaclavas.
Genesis was in her Champion form, the large feral fox that was big enough for Viktor to ride on. He even had a saddle made for her, which just succeeded in embarrassing Genesis. Though, as humiliating as it was, he had to admit they were covering a lot of ground and would be out of the Tundra in a matter of days. Viktor was leaned down, his chest to her back to avoid the Icy winds. To some, it look as if Viktor was riding a motorcycle.
Genesis huffed as she carried both Viktor and his gear, sure she was strong, but after literally running nonstop for ten hours, she was ready for a break. She spoke in between breaths.
"Pops...Can we...Take a break? I'm...Not sure...How much... more I...Can go."
Viktor patted her and pulled the rope around her gently. She halted to a stop and smiled;
"Thanks, pops."
Viktor grunted like an old man jokingly as he pulled the rope off of her and rubbed the side of her muzzle, she responded by leaning down and gently butting him with her head. He opened his fairly large bag and began clearing snow and digging with a retractable shovel.
Genesis sat, folding her paws as she watched him tirelessly dig a fairly sizable hole, not deep, but wide enough to block the wind as he stabbed the ground with four stations. He fought the wind as he pulled out a large white and black blotched tarp, placing the hooks on the stations as he put up the put up the frame of the tent, then it was just a matter of pulling the tarp over.
Genesis stepped inside, it wasn't too warm, but it stopped the wind as Viktor pulled another kit out of his bag, and began starting a fire. The whole time she watched him do this, he did it in silence. She knew better than to break his concentration, and he knew that she had just exhausted herself for him, he was only paying her back.
As the flames danced in the middle of the tent, it grew considerably warmer, and the layer of snow blanketing the tent acted as an insolation. The tent was a "self sufficient" tarp, meaning that it was made to be used in this kind of environment and would keep snow from melting on the outside as Genesis say by the fire, watching Viktor poke it with a stick as he pulled one small packet (By her standards) and one larger. Handing the larger one to her as he took a small flask of watered down whiskey out and took a swig.
Genesis tilted her head: "Do you think drinking is a good idea right now, Pops?"
Viktor twisted the cap on the flash and placed it back in his coat, taking off his mask as he sniffed: "It's not to get drunk, but to keep warm. It's watered down with Ginger ale, it is also great for disinfection."
Genesis hummed as Viktor took a peek out of one of the "windows". He cursed as he grabbed his mask and reached for his pistol, which he quickly found wasn't where he left it. He looked to Genesis who nodded, vanishing into the cover of snow as Viktor pretended to act like he never saw them.
If they were hostile, they were in for a nasty surprise.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2014 23:24:53 GMT
“I learned to play the instruments of war," he said, "and paint in blood.” A hunch? Like... Physical hunching or something?No, A feeling like you know something's going to happen if yougo somewhere. A gut feeling if you will.Oh. And we came here... In the middle of a blizzard, somewhere in the tundra... because of a hunch?I'm not a random man Hannibal. You know this.R-right...The female weregarurumonX huffed and slipped her hands arms through the sleeves in the jacket finally her eyes blinking a few times at the last bit that Kan said. He rarely used her name; he preferred using Bone-saw or Merc on the occasions he was having a bad day. The Human trudged through the snow and then paused; something was wrong, the beast inside could sense something distantly and it wasn't bone-saw or the cold that had garnered it's attention... It was maybe twenty or so yards off of where he was standing; a mound very unnatural like. The human glance back at the digimon who paused before shrugging. They had found something; most of the tundra was flat and the only reason there would be a mound at all was because of someone or something that stopped the snow. Something seemed off and Kan couldn't put his finger on it, he slipped his hand along one of his gauntlets; sure they'd be next to useless if it ended up being something they had to fight but it was the extra mobility that he needed just in case. Let's go check it out.Me first then.Bone-saw walked forward her shoulders straightening and her slouch disappeared completely. When she wasn't hunching over [which wasn't often but because of the wind she had adopted the style] she stood almost at ten feet tall making her a very tall for her kind. She stopped maybe seven or so feet away from the mound and kan was just behind her; his hand keeping his hat from flying off because of the wind. A moment passed and the two shared a brief glance before the digimon called out to the mound. It could very well be a digimon that had collapsed and needed help getting out, or it could be a rock or something. Hail! We're friendly! Are you okay?The human couldn't shake the feeling that something was up; he had that gut feeling for a while now and he couldn't shake it. He didn't feel the wrongness from the tent at all; it was out there somewhere.... Somewhere distant that he couldn't place. Maybe that was the hunch he was feeling? Or maybe it was just the closeness of the full moon messing with him. ☪CREDIT: By Requiem of Remoor!
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Post by Sinn on Jan 31, 2014 5:54:21 GMT
Viktor had watched them approach from several meters away, having his FLIR binoculars on hand he watched the two make their way to the mound he dug up as he took a deep breath, the visible 'smoke' of his breath reaching out as the wind blew it out of existence. He heard them speaking, saying they were friendly and asking for his well being. He heard that line before, right before they'd attack without provocation and end this in a blood bath.
He wasn't falling for it.
Viktor snuck around, watching them like a hawk as he rose from the snow, directly behind the tamer, leaping out and grabbing him by the shoulder, pulling the tamer to his body as he locked his elbow and kicked the possible adversary' knee from behind. The result would be a buckle as he spoke under his filer of his mask;
"I have heard that line before. And I will not fall for it."
He tighten his grip and Genesis burst out from in front of the mound, landing directly in front of the Weregarurumon. Growling deeply as she prepared to fight.
"What is your purpose here? Why are you approaching my tent? You want money? A hostage? Perhaps data, Either way, you will get none from me."
Genesis glared at his Digimon, and then at the human. She knew Viktor was being cautious, but she couldn't help but feel that they were attacking the wrong person.
You might call it a hunch.
((OOC: Silv gave me permission to move Kan!))
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