Once being just one stop in the long Russian railways Arkhangelsk is now the center of travel in Europe and Asia. Located on the Baltic Ocean the seaport operates nine months of year with ships coming in from the port of New York and the small villages along the coast of western europe. The trains also run daily in-and-out of the depot to eslewhere in region. Also a Gateway unit is active in the depot.
The Transit Depot is also known as a place of mystrious occurences with things falling, people dieing for no obvious reason, and some just disappearing. Because of this some will not step foot within the depot but instead find other means of tranportation, all of which are rare.
The depot is two seperate buildings, one directly on the water, the one lieing closer to the main roads. They are contected by a skybridge. Ed walks in upon morning traffic with most of the activity going on in the shipping terminal as all of the fishing boats on are there way out for the morning catch.
Sven stared at the man in front of him. What a bizarre question to ask. From his conversations with the local populace (he knew how to speak Russian) he was able to get at least a basic grasp of the city. The murders had indeed frightened the city and this very depot was considered evil. He had visited the city to hunt rumors of relatives of his but the lead had been a dead end. Now he wanted to leave as soon as possible.
He found it remarkable that noone found his attire or the weapons he wore out in the open as particularily noteworthy. This was a city grown accustomed to such things. He waited in line and listened to the man's conversation with the clerk. He had nothing better to do at present.
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The converstation in front of him continues yet other let up and eventully it is his turn in a line. A pleasant looking women with what sounds to be a polish accent eventully calls him over to her booth.
Sven walked to the booth, keeping some of his attention on the conversation still going on near him. He made his best attempt at a flattering smile. He pulled the scarf that wrapped around his face down so he'd be easier to understand. "When does the next train leave?", he thought a moment and quickly added, "I know you get this plenty of times, but is this depot really as they say?". He figeted slightly, he felt a rush of cold air sweep over him.
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You're obviously an ignorant conservative. I blame your hill-billy Mom and Dad.
"This depot is a place where trains come and depart and where ships dock, yes. What train in which direction do you want?" the women says speaking very quickly and looking very rehearsed.
"Whichever will get me out of here the fastest. I'm heading for Las Vegas." He almost hit himself. Stupid to blurt out something like that. Something was probably going on in the depot, but he wasn't inclined to find out what it was. As soon as he knew when his next train was he was going to take a nap.
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"It really is not possible to get there. One of the ships is probably your best bet but that could take a few days." she says as the light flicker back on.
Sven bought the ticket grudingly. All it would mean is that he'd have to find work when he got back to the states. He opened the stained door to the depot and walked outside. He now had three days to kill. He'd figure he'd sleep out in the street, he didn't mind it and it would save him some money. Near the depot was a ruined parking garage. That seemed to offer some protection from the elements. Tomorrow he might set out to investigate. It would be something to do. Sven laid down on the ground and closed his eyes....
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He had a knot in his neck but otherwise, Sven was fine. He had grown accustomed to sleeping in the open air. He madea quick check of his person to see if anything was missing (it was not). And moved quietly to the lower levels. Making sure he was out of sight, he peeped outside at the cause of the commotion. He saw....
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A garbage truck in the alley. He also saw the streets coming alive with workers on their communte to work. Those who owned the warehouse might be there soon.
Meanwhile, Dmitri Tolstoi was waiting for a very large, important shipment to arrive at the dock. Hidden by the tainted windows of his Roles Royce, he wondered why the shipment was so late.
"Daumn those ideotic Americanes," he muttered to himself in his Russified Engish. "I vouldn't be surprised eveen if they got beached in the straits!"
While sitting in the back seat of his Roles, he spotted a well-built man with a peculiar red scarf covering much of his face. As the man walked toward a nearby warehouse, Dmitri also noticed his exotic weapons, which intrigued him very much. Always one to make a deal (though always in his favor), he decided to approach the man, and had his driver roll towards the decrepit building.
He was willing to offer the man 200 gold for his amazing Xiphos, which he recognized as one similar to the one he inherited from his father. Dmitri knew the weapon was priceless (as were most weapsons that survived the apocalypse), but convinced himself of the man's probable need for cash, judging by his scruffy appearance. He approached the man....
Sven had seen the vehicle approaching him but was startled when it stopped in front of him. The roles hood ornament was the letters "DT". Those letters looked familar. This was obviously a man of money if he could afford a car that nice and a driver.
Sven was relieved when he saw only a middle aged man stare at him through the window. A cane was curled in his fingers with the same letters as the hood ornament. The fact that the man knew what a Xiphos was, was amazing in itself. That he offered 200 gold for what might be considered a useless artifact in today's world even more so. His accent was difficult to correctly place, although he seemd comfortable speaking Russian. This was probably not a man you would want to anger.
However, he wasn't about to part from this weapon, let alone for something as near worthless as gold. he made a mental note where his Xiphos was and brought his right arm down to his side. He worked his face into a smile and said, "No thanks", and waited for a reply...
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The war is for oil..its one of the ways to make this huge operation worthwhile. People care more about lower gas prices than iraqis anyway.
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You're obviously an ignorant conservative. I blame your hill-billy Mom and Dad.
Dmitri was not surprised by the man's possessiveness, and scoffed at his unwillingness to make the deal.
"You think my gold is vorthless, eh?" Dmitri queried with the slightest hint of anger in his deep voice. He'd been drinking in his car and was not exactly in the best of moods due to the Americans' tardiness.
The Transit Depot is also known as a place of mystrious occurences with things falling, people dieing for no obvious reason, and some just disappearing. Because of this some will not step foot within the depot but instead find other means of tranportation, all of which are rare.
He found it remarkable that noone found his attire or the weapons he wore out in the open as particularily noteworthy. This was a city grown accustomed to such things. He waited in line and listened to the man's conversation with the clerk. He had nothing better to do at present.
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Sven Dostei
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What others say about me:
Sven Dostei
Unofficial Official arrogant teenage elitist of The Ivory Tower
What others say about me:
Sven Dostei
Unofficial Official arrogant teenage elitist of The Ivory Tower
What others say about me:
Sven Dostei
Unofficial Official arrogant teenage elitist of The Ivory Tower
What others say about me:
Sven Dostei
Unofficial Official arrogant teenage elitist of The Ivory Tower
What others say about me:
Sven Dostei
Unofficial Official arrogant teenage elitist of The Ivory Tower
He had a knot in his neck but otherwise, Sven was fine. He had grown accustomed to sleeping in the open air. He madea quick check of his person to see if anything was missing (it was not). And moved quietly to the lower levels. Making sure he was out of sight, he peeped outside at the cause of the commotion. He saw....
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OOC: Haha. My mistake.
"Daumn those ideotic Americanes," he muttered to himself in his Russified Engish. "I vouldn't be surprised eveen if they got beached in the straits!"
While sitting in the back seat of his Roles, he spotted a well-built man with a peculiar red scarf covering much of his face. As the man walked toward a nearby warehouse, Dmitri also noticed his exotic weapons, which intrigued him very much. Always one to make a deal (though always in his favor), he decided to approach the man, and had his driver roll towards the decrepit building.
He was willing to offer the man 200 gold for his amazing Xiphos, which he recognized as one similar to the one he inherited from his father. Dmitri knew the weapon was priceless (as were most weapsons that survived the apocalypse), but convinced himself of the man's probable need for cash, judging by his scruffy appearance. He approached the man....
Sven was relieved when he saw only a middle aged man stare at him through the window. A cane was curled in his fingers with the same letters as the hood ornament. The fact that the man knew what a Xiphos was, was amazing in itself. That he offered 200 gold for what might be considered a useless artifact in today's world even more so. His accent was difficult to correctly place, although he seemd comfortable speaking Russian. This was probably not a man you would want to anger.
However, he wasn't about to part from this weapon, let alone for something as near worthless as gold. he made a mental note where his Xiphos was and brought his right arm down to his side. He worked his face into a smile and said, "No thanks", and waited for a reply...
What others say about me:
Sven Dostei
Unofficial Official arrogant teenage elitist of The Ivory Tower
"You think my gold is vorthless, eh?" Dmitri queried with the slightest hint of anger in his deep voice. He'd been drinking in his car and was not exactly in the best of moods due to the Americans' tardiness.
"Do you eeven know whou I am?"
He waited for the man's reply.