On the Run {AW}

Kostya Arsov · 11-12-2011, 06:41 PM

OOC WALL OF TEXT:

Ohai thar. This thread is a Modern Day AU or the 'souls universe, kinda. Technology is a bit iffie, and most stuff that requires large Infrastructures (Such as cars, internet, phones etc) lacks that infrastructure, but other than that works.

Its also an AU of Kostya's personal life, namely that he never made it to America or 'souls.

Aaanyways onto the role-playing.

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OOC here.

Blue eyes peering nervously about him Kostya made his way briskly through the city streets, expertly avoiding the puddles of light shed by neon advertisements and sticking to the shadows. To any outsider he looked like a typical adolescent wolf, wandering aimlessly and clad in clothes of the current fashion; black combat trousers, white tee and navy hooded Pea-Coat worn open.

However those outsiders would be wrong, every part of Kostya's attire his something. It was necessary to his survival to do so. The Pea-Coat hid a pistol, holster tucked securely under his armpit. His t-shirt hid a thin Kevlar vest and his trousers a pair of knuckle dusters and no less than three knives. Even his features were hidden, his characteristic white face and hands blackened with coal dust and facial scars covered with fake fur.

Kostya Arsov was trying to escape.

For the last month he had been trapped in the city of Berlin, pursued by a hit squad from the pack that his parents had angered all those years ago. Kostya often wondered what exactly his parents had done to anger the pack so much that they were still trying to kill him, but neither of them had told him before their deaths, the two when the pursuing wolves managed to catch with them, so now Kostya was left to wonder and flee.

However things had taken a turn for the worse when he had entered the city. Berlin was one of the most technologically advanced cities, and his pursuers had quickly taken this to their advantage, using the plentiful supply of radios, phones and surveillance cameras to track Kostya, thwarting his every attempt to leave the city and escape their grasp.

He turned a corner and before him stood his last hope, a train station. While the Luperci generally had a high level of technology, there were plenty of engineers among them and enough gifted individuals travelling around and repairing delicate or complicated things, they were generally unable to support large infrastructures, such as roads or the cross-continental phone systems of the human era.

Before him stood the culmination of five years of dedicated work by the 10 largest Luperci city-states; a working train system. It was also his way out of Berlin. Being a very new development, and one of great importance to the local government, the train station and its workings were the most secure method of transport he had and presented the least chance of his pursuers catching up to him.

Quickly making his way towards the counter Kostya bought a ticket and made his way out onto the platform. There were several other wolves standing around, possibly waiting for trains, but for the most part the platform was deserted. Not wanting to risk eye contact Kostya made his way forward and admired the scenery.

The train station was raised up over the low lying buildings around it, and the terrain sloped down as the city proper began to appear. It was a breathtaking site, but even more breathtaking was the lights. Where 20 years ago the city would have been bare of lights and life but for a few Luperci scrabbling around in the garbage of humans, it was now vibrant and full of life. Thousands of points of light we're visible from the open air platform, twinkling against the night backdrop.

As a train rushed past, sending a blast of bitterly cold air against him, Kostya couldn't help but feel his spirits rise at the sight. Each light represented progress and hope; surely if the Luperci as a species could drag themselves out of the dirt to their current level in 20 years, then he would eventually be able to improve his own life, escape the constant shadow of death hanging over him.

Then his newfound hope was stripped away.

Somehow his pursuers had found him. Unknown to Kostya three wolves were sneaking up behind him. Between his attempts to act nonchalantly and the noise and smell generated by the trains Kostya did not notice the three wolves approach until they struck.

Kostya was forced to stagger forward as a pair of sharp claws grabbed him by the back of his neck, digging in painfully as they did so. Kostya tried to reach for his gun but two more pairs of arms struck almost simultaneously, pinning both of his arms outstretched away from his body. A final hand grabbed the pinned wolf by his hair and pulled his head backwards towards the owners muzzle. Ksotya caught a flash of charcoal grey fur as his ehad was brought back and a quiet sentence was spoken into his ear in a thick Slavic accent, "Константин, Сергей посылает привет"

Then Kostya was being frogmarched forwards, towards the edge of the tracks. As he thrashed his head around, desperately trying to escape, Kostya caught sight of the lights from an approaching train and understood his captors intent.

Killed by his own method of escape, if it hadn't been happening to him Kostya would have appreciated the irony.

Terra · 11-20-2011, 05:55 PM

OOC: As good a place as any to test Emma

IC:
Emma was not pleased. Her merchandise had not just been damaged, but destroyed. Instead of a healthy stock of slaves, she'd received a letter telling her that a russian pack had stepped in and destroyed the train in pursuit of some wolves. Her first reaction had been to shoot the messenger. Of course, with him lying dead, she had no choice but to find someone to replace him, making her mood worse. Only blood would satisfy this anger, and she knew exactly where to take it. Intel had told her that the pack had moved to Berlin, tracking the wolf they wanted to kill. It would be just perfect for her to take their prey away, and even better to listen as the underlings begged for their lives.

She found herself wandering through Berlin, her staff having equipped her with the wiretaps she needed to track the whereabouts of the canines in the city. It hadn't done her much good, the images grainy and unrevealing of the ones she wanted to find. Good luck had blessed her this night though as a suspicious group of canines had shown up near the train station. Gun in hand and knives on her hips Emma stormed through the night, licking her lips. She'd be able to finally enjoy herself. Even if they weren't the ones she was looking for they were still trash, and she'd be doing the world a favor clearing them away.

Stopping at the edge she calmly aimed her gun. There was another wolf there, young, but not part of the group. This meant that she'd have to be careful. The young wolf could be useful, holding information on the members she was about to kill, or at the least making a good slave. She still needed to fill that order. Without hesitation Emma put a bullet through each of the thugs' heads. Clean up done. Emma walked down to the edge of the platform, and looked over the wolf. You better come out of there now.

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