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DOA?:Ultimate Confusion; There will be utter annoyance...
Topic Started: Mar 13 2009, 05:24 AM (2,783 Views)
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Short presentation of the RP style
This RP is quite unusual, for me as well as, I believe, all of you. It has a plotline that is relatively predetermined compared to The Prophecy and Stellacide, but it is still quite free to develop as you please. It is hard to put a style on, but I think it would have to belong here, since it has a few fantasy elements in it, although it takes place in our world at present time. The purpose of this RP is also different from my two first RPs, because while they were made mainly to give an epic feel, this RP is made mainly to challenge our RPing skills, yours as well as mine, and annoy you senseless. I hope you won’t be too mad at me once I set my plans into motion. Enjoy… and endure.

Ancient history
Once in the world of the Norse, when the Danes were still the greatest force there was and their empire was still the center of society, the Vikings were the mightiest warriors there were. They fought not just bravely, but literally fearlessly, and with a savage strength that has not been seen since. They overcame many enemies and plundered countries with more developed civilizations and greater numbers of soldiers, not to mention better weapons, than themselves, yet emerged victorious. Remnants of their rule have even been found as far away as South America. Through the ages, there has never been a force more feared than them…

But why were they so successful in their raiding and conquering? Back then, the Vikings followed another religion, one that some means gave them the motivation and the raw willpower to do what they did, the religion today known as Norse Mythology. Following the Aesir, the gods who lived in Valhalla, immortal because they stayed forever young by eating the golden apples of life, grown by the Aesir Idun, and in eternal war with the giants, the Vanir. It was believed by the Vikings that a natural death was pitiful, and that dying in a bed would send them to Hel (the Norse version of Hell) to go through an eternity of weakness, while anyone killed in battle would go to Valhalla and join the Aesir there, living in plenty and being immortal themselves, waiting for Ragnarok where they would fight the rising Vanir, lead by the deceptive and evil Loki.

However, Ragnarok never came. The Vikings were converted to Christianity, and they slowly lost their past glory as the Christians preached peace rather than battle, and soon the empire of the Danes shrunk to far smaller proportions, instead allowing first the Roman and then the British Empire to take its place. Valhalla, the Aesir and all the dead that had gone there were forgotten, and Loki never got to start Ragnarok. But one can only wonder… does the golden apples of youth still grow?

Recent Events
Only a few years ago, a team of explorers came by something interesting when they traveled across the mountains just north of the Norwegian city of Trondheim. Revealed from beneath the snow because of the warmer climate, ancient idols and what appears to be the top of some walls are now visible, and some inscriptions in Norse runes identifies this as the forgotten sacred grounds of Valhalla. Many people are drawn there from across the world, either by curiosity, fascination, greed or just lust for adventure, to take part in the excavations as more and more of what appear to be an ancient wooden fortress is unearthed. But perhaps some things are better left forgotten?

Rules
>No godmodding. Don’t go around and controlling other people’s characters, that’s just annoying.
>No instant death. Actually links to the first rule, since it requires that you control another character to kill it. Another player-controlled character can only die if the RP’er agree.
>Kissing, hugging and such is allowed, and so is breeding to a certain extent – but do NOT go around and describe the entire act of breeding. If anything, make a time-skip from when the act begins to when it ends. We don’t want any absurdities here.
>This rule is especially important in this RP: You may have only ONE character.
>In this RP, you have to accept that I will make some decisions you might not approve of once in a while. Please refrain from yelling at me, flaming me or throwing, hitting, kicking or otherwise break things near you.
>If you have interest in joining this RP, state so in the OCC topic as early as possible! Once there are enough people in the RP and all that has stated to have interest have applied their characters, the RP will start and it will not accept any new characters!

Introductions
You are all either scientists or archaeologists working at the excavation site, security guards or visitors that come there for reasons that are your own to decide. Either way, when you enter the excavation site, you are still required to fill out a form before being permitted to approach the findings, for the sake of security. The form is as follows:

Name:
Age:
Height:
Weight:
Nationality:
If you are an employee, what do you work as?:
In case you are employed at the site, what is your speciality?:
Why have you sought out the site?:
Significant details of past records:
Which personal items are you bringing?:
Any unusual mental traits?:
Any unusual physical traits?:

Once you have handed over the form to the security guard in charge of checking visitor ID, you are free to enter the excavation site as long as you maintain civic behavior. Thank you, and have a nice day in what we think might be Valhalla.
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His feet sinking deep into the snow as his great weight had him easily break the surface, Mikhael dug his way through the mountain pass like a bulldozer, creating a deep trail behind him as his enormous frame pushed the snow aside, despite its weight and mass, and although it was biting cold, it had little effect on him. Not only was he big, strong and with the endurance of a wild boar, he was also Russian and used to Russian climate, and compared to that, this petty Norwegian whether was nothing. All he needed was to put on a pair of warm boots on his truly huge feet and take a winter-coat on his broad shoulders, and he was set to go without even shivering. He wore nothing on his bald head, and not even a single strand of hair could be seen besides his large, bushy eyebrows, under which his eyes, which were mostly hard and merciless, stared out at them. At the moment, it was not just because of his nature that he could resist the cold, though, and his eyes were neither hard nor merciless, but blurry and with a slight blush on his cheeks. The mostly empty bottle of vodka in his hand could explain that, though.

"Welcome back, sir," a voice said, and Mikhael's attention was drawn to a couple of security guards standing a little further ahead, guarding the entrance to the Valley where the excavation was. "Did you have an enjoyable trip to Trondheim?"
"Oh, shaddup," Mikhael grunted, while he per reflex reached into the bag by his belt where he kept papers and books he needed. In this case, it was the form that was required to gain entrance to Excavation Valhalla. He quickly showed it into the hands of a security guard before he turned around to watch the trail in the snow he had made on his way there.
"Hey!" his voice thundered through the pass, "Are you comin' or what?"
There was a faint reply from further back the pass, and with an annoyed groan, Mikhael headed back there, where he found his two assistants struggling to drag a wooden crate through the snow.
"What's taking you so long?" Mikhael asked them in Russian, lifting the vodka bottle in his hand to take another drag, and when he found it empty, he just threw it aside with a winch.
"It's too heavy, comrade," one of the exhausted assistants panted after having just almost broken his own back trying to lift the box, "We can't move it any faster."
With another grunt, Mikhael gestured that they should move aside - which they did instantly and gratefully - and the giant stepped over to the crate and grabbed it with both hands, lifting it out of the snow, the many bottles of vodka inside rattling slightly at the sudden movement.
"Ugh, it's actually quite heavy," Mikhael admitted as he turned around, "I should have known that I couldn't have you carry it for me. Just follow me, then." Both of the assistants stared in disbelief as their boss just walked off towards Excavation Valhalla with the crate in his arms, and only after having shot each other confused looks they followed him.

"Okay," Mikhael's voice boomed happily in English once he had gotten back to the excavation and past the guards, that had wisely ignored the fact that the leader of the excavation walked straight past them with a box that seemed to have worn his assistants out completely and instead handed the form back to the assistants. Despite having just carried the heavy load all the way to the camp, Mikhael just had to break open the lid of the box, grab a bottle from the inside and take a deep drag from it, and he was ready to carry it another mile.
"Are there anyone here besides me with a little brains between their ears?" he asked, looking over the only partially uncovered ruins that they thought could be Valhalla, "Can anyone tell me what condition that damn pile of, what is it you say in English? Excrements? Yes, shit, that's it, thank you Ivan. Can anyone tell me what we've got here?"
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[changed some of Austin's info; y/n?]

Black converse, Austin Hughes decided with a shiver, were not exactly the shoe of choice for the cold Norwegian weather. Luckily for him, some giant of a man- whether he was just fat or very, very muscular, Austin wasn't sure- had tromped through the snow inelegantly, pounding out a nice little path for him. Delicately - so as to keep his converse-clad feet and skin-tight dark grey jeans with the gleaming white belt wrapped around his slim waist, just barely visible, peeking out from beneath the lighter grey hooded sweatshirt and the vest that was white as the snow from getting wet - he carefully picked his way through the patted down snow.

Though his skin was usually fair, his cheeks were tinged with pink from the cold, and strands of reddish-brown hair was visible from beneath the brown skullcap that covered his freezing ears. Wriggling his toes to keep the blood flowing, his numb fingers ghosted over the jagged, raised welt-like scar from that hockey accident from his high school days before wrapping around his other hand, rubbing together for warmth as he blew on them with lukewarm breath.

The red-and-black backpack carried his equipment - mostly toiletry essentials, as his clothes had been sent ahead, and two books on Norse mythology. Testing his weight against a particularly icy-looking bit of snow, Austin's bag shifted, throwing him off-balance and causing him to fall, face-first, into the cold, cold snow. "Shitshitshitshitshit," he muttered as he pushed himself to his feet and tramped on.

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"I've got brain between my ears, baby," Austin said lightly, flirtatious as always even as he eyed the man who was so not his type. Older than him by a decade at least, he was bald and had a Russian accent. Though only three or so inches taller than himself, the man was God-only-knows how much thicker - it was clear to Austin he had found the giant who'd so kindly stomped through the snow for him. "But I think I'm a bit too cold to be using it. Any other darlings around?"
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A woman carrying seemingly rather heavy backpack and another even heavier-looking and larger bag danging in her right hand- she had shifted the hand she was carrying it with several times by now, but the thing still seemed to weigh a ton, making her tilt slightly towards the right side as she went. Maybe not exactly a ton, but those thing in both bags together still weighted awfully lot and she wasn't sure she will even need everything. The old laptop alone weighted about five kilograms, books another five- thank god she could use the computer as a dictionary, because that thing alone would give the same as the books she had now. And then there was a lot of clothes and a whole lot of lesser things that she might or might not need, including all the tools and equipment. By rough guess there was maybe even over forty kilograms of all sorts of things. And she had to carry those all, alone.

At least the path was relatively clear as several others had went in front of her, otherwise it would have been even worse. With her left hand she tried to pull up the hood her long beige coat had, to hide her head from the wind which seemed to be determined to cut off her ears from her head, but failed in her attempt. Fine. It would barely make this any better anyway, and she rather felt that when she would set that on ground she would be unable to pick that back up again. Her shoulder and right arm were already hurting from carrying such a heavy burden for a such a long way.

She tried to ignore the weather. Rarely, but sometimes, it was just as bad in Estonia. But in the other hand, one never knew what kind of weather there would be the next winter, or summer. Sometimes all the winter was plain rainy, sometimes colder, but never the temperatures staid to the minimum for a long time. And summers were generally a whole lot warmer than here, in Norway. Next time she'll perhaps pick an end in the warmer regions- but not in somewhere desert either. But now she is here and has to somehow reach the excavation site before she will just decide she is too tired and sit down in a pile of snow and wait until someone other comes to help her out. Now, does she have to drag so many things with her...

Ah, she wasn't so far anymore, it is quite close by, by now. After what might have been abut ten minutes she was finally allowed to come past the guards and reach the place where at least some of the others were, dropping the heavy bag instantly and then setting the backpack beside it more carefully as it contained the more valuable, and more fragile things. "Huh... Well, at least I am here finally." Helin exclaimed, looking around to get a better view over the place.

The man who she thought might be the leader of this excavation of some sort- not unusually tall by the standards she was used to, but definitely strongly built, and talking in obvious Russian accent. She had heard that quite a lot back at home, since there were quite a few half-Russians she knew, and the accent didn't change a lot, even when the language he spoke in was different from what was used back there. Not a man to be angered that was sure. And most of the Russians were quite hot-tempered. And he seemed to be the 'stereotypical' Russian, when the grate full of vodka was to show something.

"Excavations, yes..." she said, moving her long brown hair away from her eyes and ignoring that the man had messed up words quite badly in the first spot- she sometimes did the same, after all-, "Well, I should have got a brain, but I am afraid I've just arrived here, so I don't know a lot... Speaking of which, where can I leave the things I don't need at the site?" She asked, pointing her hand to the packages she had set on ground only moments ago.

For now she paid a little attention for the other... One over there, giving him only a glance, her eyebrow slightly lifted. Considering what he dared to call the man standing there... Not likely that he would be very pleased about that... Especially when the Russian was the kind of man she automatically assumed him to be.
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-When I am physically capable of doing something it doesn't mean I can do it. When I can, it doesn't mean that I should. When I should, it doesn't mean that I must. When I must, it doesn't mean that I will.
-I might not always know where I currently am, but I am never lost. I know in which direction my destination lies.
-There is no faith in knowing. I prefer to know, as only in this way can I be certain in my decisions.
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The small female bounded through the snow as if she was walking on air, even though she's not even remotely so to make her seem that way nor is she even affected by the cold air or snow.

She wore an inch thick heels on her tall black boots, worn out from being used so many times as well as being repaired as well. The boots looked as if they had been well-taken care of and it showed no trace in abuse or neglect in any way. Her black turtle-neck sweater was warm enough added with a thick brown winter vest which is water-proof and enough to block out the wind. Her black leggings covered her perfect ivory legs, underneath a plaid blue skirt of which is partially hidden underneath the long warm turtle-neck sweater that covered her rear, leaving an impression of a turtle-neck dress. Her bag that was on her bag only contained what she needed: her headphones, her laptop, her essentials, and her assortment of small weapons of which she can use for anything from taking down a giant of a man to the tiniest of animals or humans, after all, her eyes have been trained to see the pressure points of each human body, no matter how thick muscled a person is.

The snow began to fall again, slowly covering up the path that had been walked upon by the people who have come before her. Her violet eyes were hidden behind snowboarding goggles, the visor blue in color with the light blue strap tying it around her head, on top of a beanie hat that had most of her hair hidden. Hands in her pocket, she walked along the pre-made pathway that was being slowly covered and got to the entrance of the excavation, showing the guards the proper papers that she needed to show him.

She had walked in just in time to hear the words from the leader of the excavation saying something along the lines of a brain between their ears. "Who doesn't have a brain between their ears? If they didn't, why would they even be here?" was all she said as she walked over to the small gathering group. Shortest of them all, she noticed. She pulled her goggles off enough to place them on her forehead on her hat, revealing jewel-like amethyst eyes. She glanced over the tall wiry man that was next to the apparently Russian man, and noted to herself that they must be Austin Hughes and Mikhael Grelikof, Mikhael being the leader of the excavation. The female that was here as well was most likely to be Helin Kaasik, from her body structure and such.

She looked over at Helin, and wondered why on earth did the woman carry so much things to the excavation if she wasn't going to need them and even brought them over. Amethyst's bag was light, if you don't count the laptop and high-tech headphones. The laptop, of course, having a certain battery that would last as long as she doesn't play computer games.

She covered her mouth in her the top of her vest, her eyes peering at the people around her. Her hands in her pocket, she seemed almost out of place, if it weren't for the fact that she looked utterly prepared for this excavation.
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Severin looked at the leaked path in front of him and frowned when he finally realized that he would come late. It was probably the worst that could have happened to him on his first day on a new excavation. He couldn’t even stand the idea of tardiness; and knowing that the first impression of him would be the one of a sloven was simply not what he needed to be able to relax.

The man shook his head with a morose sight and went on, the head hidden somewhere under a fur cap and the dog collar. His body was covered in three layers of clothing which didn’t show much of his rather muscular figure and made him look like some fat drunkard instead. At the moment he didn’t care. It was too cold to think about these negligibilities. He cursed the fact that he had been working in Italy for the last two years. He seemed to have rendered effeminate in the warm climate these two-fold traitors could enjoy. In his youth, when he had still been used to an average a meter of snow layer during winter, the cold didn’t have affected him that much. What he experienced was what happened to you if you left mother Germany for too long…

He mumbled a little curse in his mother tongue, as if he wanted to prove his nationality in front of himself and went on, the not too heavy rucksack tight on his back. Severin was used to bringing only the bare essentials and to surrender any luxuries. It was much rather a way to keep himself from demoralize and to sissify completely in the tainted places he had to work and live than modesty – Severin knew the value of an Arian life, as well as the one of others. But he also knew how great empires fall, and he wanted to do his part in order not to let this happen to mother Germany.

When Severin finally entered the excavation – at least two minutes too late, just in time to catch some woman talking about brains, probably answering a question of a superior – he was totally out of puff. “Sorry for the retardation”, he moaned as soon as he had crossed over to the man he recognized as Mikhael Grelikof, the Russian leader of the exhibition. Bloody communist… “And my brain is right where it belongs, thanks”, he added after a second.
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Frosted breath escaped Winona's lips with each step that she took up the mountain path. Several others had already come before her, and while they managed to clear the trail by packing down the snow, it was becoming slick under foot. The heavy pack she was carrying made climbing all the more difficult. Use to similar weather having grown up in North Dakota, where winters were severe she was comfortable in her tribal winter gear. Unlike many of her people, she held onto her ancient Lakota traditions, and had even undergone the ritual to find her animal spirit. Three trying weeks spent in the dead of winter with nothing but the clothes on her back and her hunting knife. If she survived that, surely she would survive this frozen outpost.

As she approached the site of the dig, she gave a slight wave to the satellite that was surely trained on her, "Guys, I'm turning the link off for now. I'll contact you once I'm settled in." There was a bit of a delay before the affirmative response crackled back. Turning off the earphone she slipped it into the pouch at her waist containing her personal belongings, and approached the guards. Holding out her passport and official site papers, "Has everyone arrived already?" Her voice was soft, but still filled with authority.

"No ma'am, there are still a couple of others we are expecting." He folded the papers and handed them back. She smiled politely shoving them back in her pack.

"Well at least I'm not the last one here." She turned to head toward the group surrounding what seemed to be the site artifact. Unbuckling her pack, with a sigh of relief she let it slip from her shoulders and set it down on the ground by her feet. Her body was plenty warmed by the trek up, and she removed her fur coat. First slipping the wolverine lined hood back, that had all but concealed her features. Exposing a classic Lakota face, high cheekbones, slightly long but refined nose and eyes so deep a brown as to be almost black. As the heavy overcoat slipped down her arms, her long thick raven hair fell loose past her waist. The removal of her coat revealed traditional buckskin clothing, over a thick black angora sweater. She hated the modern acrylics and fake leathers. There was a natural order to all living things, a cycle giving life to each other. She lived in a pleasant balance within the circle. Noticing one of the three men seemed to be struggling with the cold, she extended her coat. "Here, I wont be needing it for a while."

Winona scrutinised the little group, and was not surprised by the diversity of looks. The huge vodka toting man seemed to be taking charge, but so far as she knew there was no 'leader' of this little gathering. The man she handed her coat to seemed out of place. Why would anyone come to a region this cold without the proper attire? Winona towered over the oriental girl, but something about her appeared shrewd as if she were sizing Winona up as well. She was the one to watch out for. Winona gave a half smile to the thin woman with the brown hair, and the man with the German accent.

"I'm Winona, the anthropologist for the dig." She nodded to each. "Have I missed out on anything important?" While waiting for answers she walked over to examine some of the wooden artifact. "It is almost a given that this is the temple or gathering place to worship. Her fingers traced over the glyphs and lettering. A chill shivered down her spine, but not from the cold. She was thrilled to be part of revealing the mystery that lay encased before them. "Has anyone received a full translation of what has so far been discovered?"


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Sighing as some of the new people arrived, Mikhael wondered whether all the of the employees from the dig site had gone home while he was away from the excavation, even though it had just been a few hours to get to Trondheim and back. All these people were apparently new to the site, and none of them were able to answer his question.
"Njet, not excavation, shit," he told the first woman that had arrived, and who had dared to try to correct his English, "I have worked on plenty of excavations to know what they are called. It is the English expressions that are hard for me... you have so many words that means the same. This is a pile of shit." He grunted, shooting an angry glare at the little of the fortress that was visible. "Been digging for years, but each time we dig away snow, new fall."
It was really only when he had finished responding to the most obvious comment that Mikhael realized what the first one to arrive, even before the woman who had been stupid enough to comment on his language, had said, and he shot him a long, disgusted, and even in a way fearful look. Every bit of his body cried out to him, pleading him to punch that little snotty boy until he was straight, but his superiors back in mother Russia had told him that he could not beat the other researchers into pulps again. Apparently, last time he had done so had caused some tensions between Russia and China, just because the woman who had taken a sip of his vodka had been almost inrecognizable. She still had most of her teeth! Well, some of them, anyways. In her pockets. Either way, he decided against kicking the little gay kid's ass and just ignored him instead.

But it seemed the new people just kept coming. First came a Chinese girl that appeared to be about the same age as the gay kid, and then a man with an obvious German accent, and with what Mikhael thought was an arrogant look in his eyes that made him want to break his legs and throw him into the back of a truck and leave him there for a few days. But then again, the Swedish had not been too happy about when he did that to their security guard who dared to accuse Mikhael's papers of being a forgery. He had heard from that guy a few weeks ago, actually... apparently, his bones had healed but he still limped. Typical for these western weaklings. Could not even take a proper beating without crying about it to the authorities...
Only the last one to arrive, one that looked like an Indian of sorts and spoke with American accent - damn Americans... - seemed to have something useful to say.
"I was just trying to figure out whether anyone here has been smart enough to examine the parts of the ruins that're showing through the snow," Mikhael told her, "And if they could tell what condition it was in. And da, we have translated that." Raising his bottle and swallowing most of its contents in a single drag, Mikhael went over to the stone the American was standing next to and running her hands over. "It took a while because it was not only written in old Nordic runes, but in the language of the old Danes as well, but we translated it. It says 'Be warned, for thee now enter the hallowed halls of Valhalla, where no mortal shall ever set foot'." He grunted, spitting at the runes in disgust. "Useless, of course. There's no Valhalla, it's just some stupid vikings making jokes on us a thousand years ago."

Turning away from the runes, Mikhael let his blurry gaze run over the assembled. "So, can anyone tell me how solid the ruins are or what?"
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One by one others started to arrive, the first one of them being some kind of Asian woman- Chinese? she assumed, seemingly almost a head shorter than she was. She couldn't tell too sure, though thanks to the snow covering the land. But from what she knew, Chinese people all were were rather short, when to speak about the average. What was mentionable about her, was that, when she wasn't mistaken, her eyes seemed to be a purplish tone of some kind. She had heard that kind of thing being possible, when eyes what would be normally blue had the color only partially shown or something of the kind. But in the other hand she could be as well mistaken as snow was falling again and her eyes were not the very best- her glasses were put away somewhere in her pockets, she didn't really need those when she didn't have to look faraway objects for a long time running and here, outside in the snow, those would rather be in the way, instead of helping.

The other two were not less interesting than the first one to arrive, it appeared that this place was indeed attracting people from literally all over the world. One of them seemed to be a German man about the same age or a little older than she was, the other was, by looks, some kind of Indian still strictly following the traditions, when to look at the clothes she was wearing. She barely seemed to feel any cold, as she even gave her coat away. Kind and caring person, it seemed. The person had introduced herself as Winona, before she went over to take a look on the lettering.

"Njet, not excavation, shit, I have worked on plenty of excavations to know what they are called."
-She will try to remember that the next time, even when she didn't intentionally correct anything, just repeated the word, well, basically. "It is the English expressions that are hard for me... you have so many words that means the same." The very sentence made her want to ask whether he had ever tried translating Estonian into English, but she automatically decided against. Firstly she doubted he had any knowledge of her home language, secondly it would probably only irritate him more. She had tried it a few times herself, actually, but gave up before she even started. Now how could she translate something into language which in her opinion- and according to the dictionary- had simply half of the words missing, and some of the other words had to be turned into full sentences because English simply didn't have they possibility to form words in the right way. The opposite she had not yet had any problems with. Some said Estonian was a rather complicated language, but at least pronouncing things was simpler, as the letters were almost always pronounced the same way they were written down on paper.

She couldn't help to notice that the others had noticeably smaller amounts of things with them, but most likely it could be explained with the fact that that they could have sent the heavier load of things here before they arrived... Or they simply didn't need so many things. Or didn't think they needed so many things. Or both, she doubted she will need half of the things she had herself. She was simply the kind of person to take everything, and then some more things.
Speaking of which, she still had her question unanswered. But she will figure out later where she will leave the most of her things, until then, those may simply stay here, near the artifact, she doubted anyone would want to take those anyway. At least that meant she doesn't have to carry those somewhere any time soon.

She wondered whether the mobile phone she was carrying had still some connection. The freezing place was rather deserted after all, but as the civilization was not so far, then probably it did receive a signal.
"I was just trying to figure out whether anyone here has been smart enough to examine the parts of the ruins that're showing through the snow and if they could tell what condition it was in." No time had she had for that, yet.
"...So, can anyone tell me how solid the ruins are or what?"
"At the moment, no." She replied, glancing at the remains of the ancient structure "But I am quite sure I could say my opinion over it when I could take a closer look."
Edited by Shienvien, Mar 21 2009, 01:29 PM.
A thought can create a world, but only a word written down can ensure its existence.

-When I am physically capable of doing something it doesn't mean I can do it. When I can, it doesn't mean that I should. When I should, it doesn't mean that I must. When I must, it doesn't mean that I will.
-I might not always know where I currently am, but I am never lost. I know in which direction my destination lies.
-There is no faith in knowing. I prefer to know, as only in this way can I be certain in my decisions.
-The more people you ask a question the higher the chance that at least one of them is right.
-Make me walk on walls, don't force me to dance according to others' will.
-I agree that life can be depressing at times. I just choose to ignore it.
-I don't figure over possibilities. I want, I can, I do.


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When the Native American-looking woman offered him his coat, a smile lit up Austin's face - unlike his 'macho' brother who would have refused out of pride, Austin was sensible and really, really cold to boot. "Are you sure you won't be missing it?" he asked, just to be sure; at her shake of the head, Austin took the coat with a, "Thanks ever so much."

When the big Russian opened his mouth, Austin was more focused on the look the giant of a man was giving him rather than the excavation area - his priorities were well-defined and right now, his top priority was setting the Russian giving him that mixed look of disgust and perhaps fear straight. Frowning at the man, he held up his hands, as if to say I Come In Peace, and said, with just a touch of ire, "Hey, don't worry sweetie, I decided like, five minutes ago, that you so aren't my type.

Glancing at the others who arrived - three women and a man who wasn't half bad-looking - he winked at the man and settled his weight back on his heels while peering at the snow-covered site. "Huh. Okay, I sort of lied earlier - I'm more of a historian than an archeologist - but why doesn't Mr. Grelikof hop around - I'm sure we can consider it stable if it holds up."

Clearly, Austin was still a little miffed about the closed-mindedness of the excavation leader.

Pausing, he added in a purely speculative tone with not one hint of mockery, "And - well, considering the translation you have provided us with... I'd guess this place is Valhalla."
Edited by Teslyn, Mar 21 2009, 07:20 PM.

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