[|RE|] Hands Held High [|Reserved RP|]

Subject: Re: [|RE|] Hands Held High [|Reserved RP|] Thu Sep 19, 2013 2:14 am

It didn't escape Lone Wolf's notice how Lesia kept her pick in her hand. Folded up as it was it wouldn't be too much trouble but if she felt threatened, well... Lone Wolf just hoped nothing would come of it all. He'd rather avoid seeing or hearing about some sort of a blood bath in the base's halls.

Despite any fear or apprehension on her part she slipped in before him. Lone Wolf spared only a quick glance around their surroudnings and, spotting nothing new he ducked in after her. The florescent lights down the hall's walls lit the place up enough to see by after he'd closed the hatch. He could hear the distinct clicking thta let all know that it had closed properly.

It wasn't until Lesia spoke up did Lone Wolf glance at her. For a moment he wasn't sure how to answer. He wasn't the one to bring back potential operatives or informants. In fact, Lone Wolf was the one who brought back their current operatives and informants. As such he shrugged.

"We find someone in charge of the recruiting," he said simply. At least, it all sounded simple. Lone Wolf could only hope that it would be simple.

With any luck it wouldn't take long to find someone. Lone Wolf wasn't even sure of any of their names, if he was honest though. For all he knew it could take hours. Or, if they caught wind of Lesia first, they might seek them out. Lone Wolf wasn't sure which he'd prefer to happen.

Their steps echoed hollowly around them. The path sloped downwards and Lone Wolf had to wonder, yet again, just how this place even managed to stay standing. Any sort of eathquake would do it all in. Lone Wolf shook the thought away as quickly as it had come. He preferred the skies to being underground. Thinking of being crushed left his hands feeling clammy.

"Must be desperate to follow someone down here," he noted conversationally.

----[x]----

Trishka saw Nicholai kneel down next to her, following suit with what she'd done herself. She rocked back on her heels, glancing at him briefly. She still wasn't sure what she could make of him. He had sturdy looking knee and elbow pads, even if they were scuffed and scratched in places. Even the thick vest he had on looked to be in better shape than anything Trishka had run into to scavenge before.

Where'd he find those? Trishka wondered just what ties he had to anyone out there. Some formed groups, some had access to places like long abandoned military bases. Sometimes the groups were even stationed in such places for any intact defenses or supplies still left behind.

"Perhaps," she agreed lightly, though if she meant it or not was anyone's guess. Trishka was one to deceive or blatantly run off without word if she felt she was in any sort of given danger, after all. Just because she rather liked Nicholai, or this side she saw of him, she wasn't above doing the same to him if it came down to it.

Nicholai's next words were a little strange, to say the least. Trishka had gotten used to and quite capable of judging other people. With Nicholai it was difficult to tell if it was some facade or if he was sincere. It left her on edge, especially when he spoke of other people.

Trishka found herself staring up at Nicholai. He seemed to be making great pains in acting natural or perhaps she was just being parnaoid. Trishka didn't bother to ease off on that thought, however. Paranoia had kept her free from imprisionment to Umbrella yet again. Nonetheless he eventually glanced down at her, perhaps actually as surprised as he looked.

"A strange sentiment nowadays," she noted simply.

Subject: Re: [|RE|] Hands Held High [|Reserved RP|] Fri Jan 23, 2015 11:11 pm

The feel of cool air against her skin was more than just a little relief. She hadn't felt this in months. The summer was a scorcher and she hated to think the winter to come might be worse.

Lesia ran a hand through her hair. It was greasy, needed a washing. When she managed to find water, she normally used it to drink. Some streams were dangerous however. The dead contaminated the water, making it harder to track down.

From the sounds of it, Umbrella was taking in anyone. That was if by what Lone Wolf was saying. If they were taking in wanders for recruitment than they had to be desperate for people.

"Desperate enough," she answered him, "Everyone I know is probably dead. Places that were worth raiding have been picked clean and other areas are too dangerous to risk. Seems like every day I see more of the dead walking."

No doubt he'd seen the progression of this crisis. Her own options were slowly getting shot as it was. She tried finding groups but had no luck. The few gangs she had run into were rather hostile.

"Life has literally turned into a very large gamble," she finally continued, offering a short shrug, "I figure one chance isn't as big as the other anymore. Either way, I could end up dead."

----[|x|]----

She was very quiet, very thoughtful. Nicholai was more or less prepared for this. Reading up on her files had told him enough. Perhaps earning her trust was the key aspect here.

It was hard to believe someone this scrawny could provide so much trouble for Umbrella. Nicholai tried not to think too much about it. His mission was to bring her back. Nothing more and nothing less.

He folded his hands, taking the brief moment to relax. The dead were rising in numbers everyday. At this rate, no one could reverse this crisis.

"Well," he finally started, his tone relaxed, "Where would you be heading now?"

If anything, he could convince her to allow him to tag along. Bridging some trust would be first and foremost. Perhaps then, he could manage to lead her back to Umbrella. From there, it was merely letting them handle the rest.

"Big world and not a lot left living in it," he mused, "You certainly have managed on your own long enough. Perhaps you might allow me to help you out. Survival in a small group can be beneficial."

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