Imagine the lights go out, never to return. Bright aurora flare across the sky, and all humanity’s technological might is laid to waste, neutralized in a kind of quiet apocalypse. Everything that has shielded humanity from the disinterested power of Mother Nature is suddenly wrenched from us, dropping us a few links down the food chain. Food and water are scarce. The roads are no longer safe. And winter approaches…
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It is Year 1 after the incident. Currently it is Late Autumn and there are 25 days until Winter hits. Best stock up on supplies, as the weather will only get harsher from here.
"No lists of things to be done. The day providential to itself. The hour. There is no later. This is later. All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one's heart have a common provenance in pain. Their birth in grief and ashes." - Cormac McCarthy, The Road
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Caleb was acutely aware of all the things he needed to do to stay comfortable while scouting. He had to make sure he didn’t starve, or freeze in the night. He wasn't unfamiliar with the area, and was fairly confident in his ability to at least survive, but without a way to communicate with the task force, thanks to the geomagnetic storm with his phone, now sitting back at his camp, all but useless, he had to find a way to get back into contact with them. They were basically useless here without him, which was not the most comforting thought in his current situation.
There was the reassuring weight of the bow there, a calloused finger holding an arrow against the support. For now, his muscles were relaxed, relying just on that finger and the way it was nocked to the string, to support the arrow in place. The tug of a healing wound was adequate reminder that the wildlife was more vicious. Less likely to flee from humans. The fog pressed around him in an almost claustrophobic manner, giving up its secrets like a lover slowly stripping before bed, teasing, and then allowing another tree, another shadowy form emerge as if a silken shroud had been removed. The silence it enforced as sounds were muffled enforced the feeling of isolation. It was himself and nature.
The shadowy forms of trees and the larger bulk of two buildings – one burnt out the other still stood made him pause. There were too many hiding places for a threat keeping on going straight ahead. He tensed more as he heard a crow calling sharply. Something had set them off. He’d raised his bow, bringing it to half draw his gaze fixated on the trees and buildings ahead as he started to carefully skirt around the edge of the clearing.
A low snarl brought him to a halt. A wolf was at his 9 o’clock. He didn’t particularly want to waste ammo. Which left him with a choice. Did he move away to the right and forward? It would bring him closer to the buildings or did he keep approaching the wolf and fight. Pressing himself to a tree he turned his head. That deer carcass could be a potential useful source of food, and he was sure he could sight a second one just beyond the dark shadowy wolf.
Still could he really carry that much meat? He doubted it without a sled or some other method of carrying the meat such as a horse. Which meant being wasteful unless he could secure the buildings. His brow furrowed as he tried to decide his next choice, again wishing he wasn’t doing this solo. He knew if his team was with him he’d have cleared the buildings first but alone?
His breathing increased slightly as his pupils dilated. The feelings of panic and paranoia were welling up in him again. The muscles along his jaw tensed as he forced his breathing to calm. ‘Panic will get you nowhere’ he chided himself. Which all went to naught as he heard the crunch of footsteps approaching in the blind spot. From what was now his 6 o’clock. Muscles corded as he pressed closer against the tree readying for action as the bow was raised, string drawn fully back.
They were too close to be muffled by the snow. Someone had snuck up on him. Wasn’t animal, unless it was a bipedal monkey. A slight smile tugged at the edge of his lips before his focus was absolute. His position had shifted so that he could step into firing stance if they didn’t deviate from their course towards his cover.
Post by Fayette Beaufort on May 23, 2017 7:11:33 GMT
Fayette Beaufort
It is currently Day
There are 8 Hours remaining
Weather Heavy Fog
This character has survived 1 days
Fayette listened closely to the world around her, the dense fog hardly bothered her at all, in fact it made her at ease, it blended her further into the environment. she had heard something approaching, it didn't sound like any animal, no, surely human... and it wasn't a certain heavy footsteps she was used to hearing.
just as she barely saw a silhouette through the fog, she gave a quiet screech owl call over the growling of the wolf, and then that assured her it was not her partner out there, who would've waved hearing so, instead she heard a second set of footprints, coming in behind this intruder, seeming they responded to her call.
that was her distraction, while she listened and waited, then as a rustle of wind went through, she lept from her spot on the cabin roof to the tree, disguising the most of her noises with the gust rustling the branches. then, her partner and this stranger, shielding from each other and preparing their next move, though he had a bow and arrow, and worried her friend's safety. she had the perfect vantage point on him though- right in the tree above.
she cast out three silvery threads from a glove like contraption, aiming to snag the stranger by each hand and around his neck in her razor sharp threads. she managed to entangle his hand gripping the bow, snaring it firmly. the second thread just barely draped around his neck, easily removed with a free hand, and- the third thread entirely missed- but still the first thread wasn't coming off easily and posed a serious threat, should he tug away at all it would tighten and start splicing through the fabric protecting his hand.
"don't move a muscle- or else it will cost you your hand... and we don't want that, oui?" she said it quietly, calmly, coldly... almost playfully.
she dropped down behind him, spooling out more of the silvery wire as she did, having more nearby for defense. it was hardly visible in this fog, just silvery strands between them.
"slack your bow, drop your arrow. try to attack and you're dead."
Post by Svetlana Kasimov on May 23, 2017 7:21:36 GMT
Svetlana Kasimov
It is currently Day
There are 8 Hours remaining
Weather Heavy Fog
This character has survived 1 days
she had been patrolling about the area, searching for useful items and overall getting the lay of the land. they hadn't been here long, it was the first shelter they had found decent enough to stay at, stayed the night, and now they were here. it kind of seemed like hunting trips with her old family, it was bittersweet how she missed them but they gave her hope as well. she knew she'd be able to survive out here somehow.
she had been breaking up branches with a hatchet but when she heard her collegue's owl call, she turned her head back towards the direction of camp. she wasn't all that far off, just carrying back a few bundles of cedar... but she put it down as she realized there was someone else approaching the campsite. she was worried... but not so much because there was someone approaching, but because fayette had spotted them first.
she began sneaking in up behind this stranger, for such a big woman she moved so silently, that until it seemed he noticed her, maybe she had gotten a little anxious herself, because that looked like a bow he had. either way, she saw he had it ready to fire as they both ducked for cover from the other.
"wait!" she called out- hopefully it'd make both her friend and this stranger stop and freeze for a few moments before anything went further downhill into chaos.
"is fine, everbody, take chill pills. we do not need to be mutilating body parts today, weapons down, please. then my friend here will release you." her voice was a bit rougher in tone but otherwise expressed more emotion, and she seemed pretty laid back, even considering she very likely could be shot. she knew she could be intimidating, she was just trying not to be, for both her and his sake.
His mind was racing through accents. One he’d already placed. The second. French. Okay not Winter Night. Still he wasn’t totally comfortable about leaving himself weaponless with a wolf snarling away. One of them at least was Russian. Keeping his movements slow, making them obvious, he relaxed his draw, hooking the first finger and thumb back over the arrow to hold it in place. Keeping his movements slow, nothing sudden he lowered the bow down so the point of the arrow was towards the ground.
With his free hand, he first removed the razor wire from around his neck – making sure that his free hand remained visible, as open as he could make it, stepping back towards the pressure. Muscle memory had kicked in the moment he’d felt the wire tighten about his bow hand. He’d trained for this with Natali. Step one was always to try and slacken the wire off, always try and move closer to the attacker with the wire. It was of vital importance that he released the tension as much as he could before he’d moved.
He wouldn’t admit it but the presence of a Russian even with someone who was French had him on edge. He didn’t want to surrender the bow. This could still be an elaborate trap. He worked with a former White Night operative. He knew how deceptive they could be. Focusing his attention on the Russian he signed out ‘Yesli ya snimu luk, chto pomeshayet vam vodit' volka k atake?’ keeping his gaze totally on her.
That wasn’t to say he was ignoring the French one, but he couldn’t communicate with her. So it was he was having to use Russian sign language. Thank you Natali he thought to himself as he moved to sign again gesturing to the bow and it’s positioning. ‘V to vremya, kogda mne ponadobilos' by podnyat', narisovat', pritselit'sya i otpustit', vy mogli by ubit' menya uzhe na etom rasstoyanii. YA prosto ekspert po bushcraft.’ Maybe not the total truth but close enough.
((OOC: Translations:
'If I drop the bow, what is to stop you driving the wolf to attack me?'
'In the time it takes me to lift, draw, aim and release you could have killed me easily. I am just a bushcraft expert'
Post by Fayette Beaufort on May 23, 2017 17:28:35 GMT
Fayette Beaufort
It is currently Day
There are 8 Hours remaining
Weather Heavy Fog
This character has survived 1 days
she was watching his every action attentively- while he distrusted the larger of the two, she was still the one in control of the strings. moving towards the strain of the string didn't free him in the slightest, as Fayette could still tighten up the slack he managed, and with the string looped over a branch, he wasn't going anywhere near her. as she said- moving was not an option right now.
he began to sign with his free hand, though, which Fayette was curious of... but she didn't understand it, and quickly realized it was Russian sign language- that meant a few things- he was either deaf and could read lips like a book, or was mute for whatever reason. the Russian signing meant he knew enough to talk to her colleague.
she could only make out a couple words, from what he was saying- Svetlana had been trying to teach her bits of Russian sign and language, and she could recognize at the least 'wolf' and 'kill.' that drew her attention to the wolf guarding it's kill nearby.
with her still free hand, she cast out four more silvery strings- two wrap firmly around the wolf, one around the neck the other around its torso as the other two miss. as it realized it had been snagged on something, the first reaction was to start resisting, tugging at the strings and yipping as they sunk into the skin. with a firm tug of her own, she drew the strings tight, the wolf gave a final pained yipe as it slumped over with the tug, red staining the snow.
"wolf? it's taken care of." she stated calmly as the glove spools called back the strings. they returned stained a lovely shade of red before disappearing back into the glove. immediately afterwards, she released the string from the man's wrist and called back those threads as well. she had faith in her partner that she could handle things by herself
Post by Svetlana Kasimov on May 23, 2017 17:33:22 GMT
Svetlana Kasimov
It is currently Day
There are 8 Hours remaining
Weather Heavy Fog
This character has survived 1 days
the fact this man didn't just drop the weapon he had made her a bit curious- anyone else they'd run into in the past either continued to hold it stubbornly with a shaky aim, or threw it down without hesitation, but he didn't seem clueless and terrified by the duo at all. usually that meant they were something more than they let on. she could already recognize some military training by his actions, and as he started to sign towards her, she realized that by some means, he couldn't talk. that made a frown pull at the corner of her lips, considering what those strings could do to someone who very much needs both of his hands to talk.
"oh, is just fluffy, hangs around alot, but is not ours. he is just bark, no-... bite." she hesitated as she saw her partner effectively deal with the wolf problem entirely, but the pout she made showed she wasn't happy about it. seeing as once he was done with his kill he would just move along, they would've had plenty of meat left without harming the wolf, but it was true it still posed a threat.
"well, now there's nothing to worry about, at least.. we mean no harm, just trying to be careful of raiders. this where we set up camp, and you're welcome to stay... i'm sure we can handle any funny business, right fate?" a slight smile played at her lips, fate giving a quiet nod with a slight grin herself.
"you can call me bell. we have a fire inside cabin if you are cold, stranger."
Muscles contracted across his brow as he was quickly running through his internal memory of names and code names. This was quickly smoothed as he realized what he'd done mentally shaking his head at himself. Natali wouldn't be impressed, such an obvious tell as that. He merely nodded giving a slight smile.
'YA byl by priznatelen za to, chtoby popast' iz tumana. Moi druz'ya sobiralis' vstretit'sya so mnoy zdes', u menya yest' lager', vse podgotovleno, i oni ne poyavilis'. YA somnevayus', chto ya smogu uvidet' ikh v etom' he signed calmly.
His only reaction to the wolfs death had been his eyes to narrow. He'd not been planning on killing it himself without he'd been left with no choice.
'Yest' li yeshche lyudi v kayutakh ili eto tol'ko vy?' was asked after a brief pause when he'd returned the arrow to the quiver. His gaze was intent on Bell, even though he'd moved so he could keep an eye on Fate from the periphery of his vision.
Don't forget your name he reminded himself leaning the bow carefully against his leg. before switching to American sign language 'My names Caleb, my friends call me Hawk. Apparently, it's unnerving to them that I'm adept at staying still in a hunting blind' he was testing now. He knew Hawk wasn't a code name many knew of outside of I.N.T.I. He was staying away from Silent and Robin Hood, they were far more recognizable and more nicknames he'd earned.
((OOC - Translations: I would be glad to get in from the fog. My friends were meant to rendezvous with me, I've got our camp prepared. I won't see them through this fog though.
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