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| Oracle | Mar 22 2009, 01:24 AM Post #11 |
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Winona had nodded to Austin as he questioned her need of the coat. "I will surely let you know when I need it back." With her long hair acting as an insulator it would be a while before she felt the effects of the cold. So, the big Russian had been here before, that might be helpful if she needed to know where anything was. She was not quick to lay out judgements about people, and was willing to give everyone a chance to prove themselves. Any information she could glean from him about the site itself would be welcome as well. For a moment a look of disdain crossed his face, she hoped it wasn't because of her Indian heritage. Perhaps he just didn't like women...or was it Americans he had a distaste for? Whatever it was, he would just have to get over it. She wasn't going anywhere. He had followed to look at the ruins she was examining. "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. And da, we have translated that. 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'." She pulled her hand away from where he spat on the runes. He reminded her of her father, little or no respect for anything but his bottle. His next words though bothered her more than the spitting. "Useless, of course. There's no Valhalla, it's just some stupid vikings making jokes on us a thousand years ago." He turned away from her, "So, can anyone tell me how solid the ruins are or what?" She stood and walked around to face him, getting as close as she could into his personal space without actually touching him. Her hands rested lightly on her hips, her chin raised slightly more than was necessary to look him in the eye. She wanted to establish that she was not about to run and hide in fear of the big 'bad man'. At least he was drinking vodka and she didn't have to breathe the stink of whiskey. "I'm sorry, I seem to have missed your name? But I have missed little else." Her eyes never wavered from his. "For now the wood is sturdy, preserved, and will remain so as long as it is frozen. There are four conditions necessary for the growth of fungi, that will in turn destroy the wood. The conditions that produce fungi are: an adequate supply of oxygen, a favorable temperature, moisture in excess of the fiber saturation point of the wood, or a suitable source of energy and nutrients. Eliminate any one of those four conditions and decay fungi cannot survive. Right now the wood is frozen and the oxygen supply cannot reach the wood, it is also too cold for fungi to survive. Otherwise we would see moss on the wood. If the weather gets warmer the wood can be poisoned or made undesirable as a food source, and any fungal attack can be averted. Till then it will remain sturdy." She turned fluidly and walked to her pack. Flipping the cover off the side pouch she pulled out her Glock. Walking back to where she had been, she calmly released the safety. Looking him dead in the eye again she extended her arm and shot into the wood. The bullet ricocheted off into the mountain pass, and echoed across the valley. "It is sturdy and will not collapse on your head should we clear it and enter." She shoved the gun into her waistband, while holding a hand up to the guard indicating there was no fuss. Before she turned to retrieve her pack, and find her lodging, "One last thing. Do not mock the gods. There is more to old legends than you would know. Loki has visited more people than just the Norsemen. The gods of old still hold their power, though they remain silent to those who refuse to listen. Do you think my animal spirit is nothing but the wind?" A slight smile turned up the corners of her mouth as a lone wolf howled in the distance. "Now to the fundamentals. Where can we stow our gear?" |
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| Dark Jack | Mar 22 2009, 02:15 AM Post #12 |
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Shooting the gay kid another furious glare, every fiber in his body once again crying out for him to jump the little disgusting creature and punch him until he stopped squirming - and considering the guy's size, that would not be very long - but he managed to contain himself by calming his nerves with another drag of vodka. The bottle was getting lighter pretty quick, he realized, but then again, he knew that it took considerable amounts of alcohol before it had any effect on him, mostly because of his volume. That was why he had to go on a trip to Trondheim every week or so for another crate of the blessed liquid. Still, he regretted the fact that the Russian government had promised him, after he had literally kicked a French engineer out of the excavation camp, sending him sliding several yards through the snow down the pass, that they would have to put him in prison if he attacked another employee at the site. When the Indian started to talk, though, Mikhael first felt an inner rage rise in him, but after just a few seconds of her speech, the rage quieted down and instead, he was filled with awe at her courage and analytic abilities. Not only did she stand up to a giant Russian with problems managing his anger, a vodka bottle in his hand and enough raw strength to snap her spine like a toothpick, she did so without even winching. He hated to admit it, but she was definitely his kind of person! And, on top of that, she told him exactly what he wanted to hear. Well, the first part of her speech was what he wanted to hear, anyways. The part about the gods was just gibberish. "MIkhael Grelikof, acheologist and leader of the excavation," he introduced himself to the woman with a smile and a nod, offering her his enormous hand, which only appeared even larger than it was because of the gloves he wore against the cold, "And while I still think that the whole thing about Valhalla and the Aesir and all that is just myths, I guess that's what we're here to find out, da?" With a grin, he turned his head and looked over his shoulder, at his two exhausted assistants. "Ivan! Igor! You heard the lady and saw how hard the wood is. Grab some dynamite and get moving! We're clearing this excavation of snow today!" Turning his head back towards the Indian, he raised his left hand and pointed with a thumb over his shoulder. "The tents for the crew are over there," he told her, and true enough, where he pointed stood about a dozen tents of a thick, grey fabric, meant for the crew at the site to nap in, "You can pick one out and put your gear there." |
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| DarkAngel013 | Mar 22 2009, 03:16 AM Post #13 |
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Without the notice of the large Russian man, Mikhael and Winona, she had kicked a nearby structure that had been poking up from the earth, finding it sturdy as a rock, much to the delight of Ame. She watched Winona give Mikhael a long explanation as to why the structure was sound and rolled her eyes. Of course it'd still be solid after all these years, after all, the place was obviously cold enough that the fungi wouldn't destroy the place, even if it was Valhalla many, many years ago. She watched their exchange, noticing the expression that had flickered across the man's face as he observed Winona's bravery. Again, she rolled her eyes. This'll become boring quick, she thought mildly as she kicked the structure again, and again, finding it soundly solid as a rock. She didn't seem to be disturbed by the fact that the place was freezing, but then again, she's been everywhere on the globe, twice... most of them in the northern regions of the globe. Russia had been one of the more colder places she's ever been to, after all, she was sent there to steal some priceless jewels from the Czar Royal Family that they had in a museum. She walked over to the ruins and brushed her fingers along the ruins. She loved history more than anything else, partially the reason why she also came and accepted the job to try to steal one of those golden apples. She's learned to speak multiple languages, finding it helpful in missions when she traveled the world. She was proud to be able to speak more than four languages, a feat that was challenged by many, hence why she was still studying to learn more and more languages. Mildly, she wondered what these ruins could hold in store for them. She stepped back when the two persons named Igor and Ivan began to set up the explosives, Ame's head tilting to the side slightly as she observed their work. She twitched slightly, when she realized how crude of a job they were doing but sighed, knowing that they most likely couldn't do it any better, if they did not have any instructing on the subject of the way to make it appropriate or better. She watched as they finished setting them up and ran to the side to blow it up, as Mikhael had asked them to do... although it was more of a command than a request. Covering her ears with her fingers, she took several steps backward, until she was sure of the safe distance and watched the fireworks. In her eyes, a reflection of the explosion was displayed, her expression blank. When the explosion finished, she unplugged her ears and walked on over to the ruins, finding most of the snow and frozen dirt had cleared away, revealing some sort of entrance, although it was still half covered by the rest of the frozen dirt. (I wasn't sure if I was allowed to do this... >_>;;) She knelt down and took a peek inside, to find that the inside was completely dark, but seeing vague outlines of a corridor that seem to lead somewhere. If she tried, she could probably squeeze through the gap and go in all the way to find where the entrance lead. She stood back up, and then walked on over to one of the tents, where she changed her clothes at a moderately slow pace that Ame had considered slow, although it had only taken her about three minutes to completely change into flexible tight jeans, a tight black thermal shirt that was cut off before her elbows and wearing a dark brown vest with several pockets. She replaced her gloves and replaced her clothes into the bag and stepped back outside the tent. She seemed unaffected by the cold as her arms were bare, turning pink in the bitter cold. She turned to face Mikhael and asked, "How long do you think it'll take before we can fully see the ruins?" Edited by DarkAngel013, Mar 22 2009, 03:47 AM.
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| Shienvien | Mar 22 2009, 04:31 AM Post #14 |
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That Indian sure had courage, in order to confront a man such as this Mikhael was. Other than that she was quite sure that the wood the building had been made of was still solid enough, even without giving a closer look. True, she was right in the part of fungi, but this wasn't the only thing that could damage material such as that. While damage from different lifeforms was indeed quite minimalized- because of the mentioned cold, not all bacteria that destroyed wood needed oxygen- the same as chemical damage. All that was left was physical damage done, that by the snow, wind, and maybe changes in the surface below. That thing had stood here for several centuries, after all. But as long as the structure doesn't collapse before they get most of the snow removed, it should be solid enough. It was the easiest, but not the best way to find out, after all. In confusion she watched the Indian to take out her gun and shoot into the wood, to prove that even a bullet can't brake the thing, she assumed. "One last thing. Do not mock the gods. There is more to old legends than you would know. Loki has visited more people than just the Norsemen. The gods of old still hold their power, though they remain silent to those who refuse to listen. Do you think my animal spirit is nothing but the wind?" Co-in-ci-den-ce. the more logical and earthbound half of her mind stressed when a lone wolf howled in a distance, (Or something what sounded like a wolf?) as she mentioned her spirit animal. She might ask later whether it was a wolf. If it was, then it would be even greater coincidence, if it was coincidence after all. She didn't believe in anything, but she didn't deny the existence of unnatural things either, in case those didn't appear utterly ridiculous. Even when those things were indeed only coincidences, not something more real, those things people believed in could have strong influence on them and people around. So they will be finished with the snow today, if everything goes according to the plan... Well, no wasting time, it appeared. The earlier they have everything started the better, right. "The tents for the crew are over there, you can pick one out and put your gear there." She glanced at the direction the man was pointing and sure enough there were tents. Doubtlessly the same goes about her and her things too. She will put those away soon. Only later. Lifting the things up again just now didn't appear too appealing right now. So that was decided. Later. Small distance off the ruins she watched as the first explosions sent snow and frozen soil flying, revealing part of its entrance. |
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| Silvermourn | Mar 22 2009, 03:18 PM Post #15 |
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The Redneck, the Cynic, the Nerd, and the Hopeless Romantic
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Marching through the cold Logan found himself disgusted with the entire guard system of the camp. He had just walked past the people at the gates, albeit he had already been on the inside of the small wall when he had done it. Climbing in over the top he had managed to walk around inside all fine and dandy. He was set to help with the excavation however they wanted him to, but it really came down to just wanting to be there when it all happened, maybe even get his hands on whatever was inside. It was supposed to be the home of the gods, and the treasure of the Aesir had to be good no matter what it was. It wasn't until he realized that he didn't really know where he was going that he decided that sneaking in had it's own problems. Having too much money had it's own problems too but it was better to have little problems than big ones. Coming to this little place had been a bit of a problem, but he always found a way, this time he had spent every penny in his name with the hopes that he could find some kind of employment with the excavation company. People like this usually needed someone big strong and exceptionally handsome for something. Logan certainly was big and strong at least, he liked to think he looked like one Norse god or another. Thor was always a good person to model ones self after. He was large with reddish blonde hair and a heavy frame. Strong with a square chin and almost pretty boy features, clean shaven for the most part with long blond hair falling almost down to his eyes. He was dressed in leather, dark brownish leather he had hoped would keep him warm, he was usually hot though so he hadn't worried about it much. Turned out it got pretty damn cold in places like this, but the leather did it's job and he was warm, it was too bad he couldn't say the same for his ears. Searching for the main excavation party didn't seem to take him as long as he had thought it would. He was without a clue to begin with, but a rather large explosion sort of hinted to the location for him. Walking nonchalantly to the source of the noise he found a group of people standing around a small portion of revealed entrance. It seemed that things were moving along at a pretty fast clip. Hopefully he could just follow, but he could always try to make it look like he belonged when they went in. The problem came down to what he could say he was that one of those people wasn't already. |
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| Mercinus3 | Mar 22 2009, 04:06 PM Post #16 |
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It has been three hours, and already Jason was getting tired from the massive climb that he has to endure for this journey. Out of all the people that had to pull him out of Afghanistan, just to collect one of these so-called ‘apples’, it was none other than the bloody MI5. Sooner or later, the combat medic would storm into the entire building and place a cap in every agent’s add. He rather enjoyed the arid climate that was in the Middle East, and not the freezing cold of Norway. Those bastards! Of all the times when I had to be pulled out, why now? The deaths of every soldier that gets killed in that province will be on their conscious! Now, he had to climb several cliffs, just to reach the research site of this Valhalla. He was ready to go across a massive plain to reach this place, but not several bloody mountains! Already, his muscles burned with the fatigue of the journey. Several hours later, and he arrived at the gates of the research site. Jason told one of the guards that he was sent over from England, and was going to be the medic of the facility. Just like the bloody Secret Service told him. With the thanks to the hacking team that was inside the MI5 building, the guards had thought that he was one of the personnel, and that the application was approved by the owner of the site. Finally, after half an hour of waiting, the head of the guards told him that he was cleared, and could proceed onto the site. “About bloody time!” Despite being angry over the idea of making him hike all the way to the site, his thick, southern British accent remained calm throughout all of the conversation. “Anymore time waiting to get onto this site, and heads will be rolling. Damn tour bus…” He said the last statement in a hated tone, even though it was a complete lie. The guard showed him to his tent, and left the medic to his demise. After an hour of relaxation, he emerged from his tent, and started to explore the facility. After a few minutes of wondering the place, he stumbled upon a group of people, most likely workers for the site. Walking amongst them, he started to listen into the conversation. "How long do you think it'll take before we can fully see the ruins?" Anger started to well up inside the medic. After hiking for 5 hours, and waiting in the facility for 1 ½ hours, the ruins had not been excavated yet. Unable to contain the anger that was inside, he spoke up, his accent leading his rant. “You mean to tell me that… The site has not been excavated yet?! I have hiked for 5 bloody hours, and the work description told me that the site would have been excavated by the time I’d arrive here. Well… that’s just fan-bloody-tastic!” He thought about continuing on with his rant, but decided to curse afterwards. Edited by Mercinus3, Mar 22 2009, 04:21 PM.
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| DarkAngel013 | Mar 22 2009, 04:30 PM Post #17 |
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Upon her question, she noticed a man of what appears to be British person, according to that accent that was clear in his rant. She twitched slightly. She knew that anger never helped anyone in any situation and it was only making her feel irritated, because just like everyone else, she had hiked for a long time, but that didn't cause her the excuse to complain or rant. In a flash, she was standing in front of the male, saying in a soft voice that seemed relaxing, "If I were you, I'd keep that temper in check." She backed up at bit as she continued to speak, "We were all somewhat expecting that the ruins be uncovered already, but much to our surprise, it isn't, due to the problems of the weather and such... so if you could, take your anger elsewhere or I'll have to force you to relax." Her expression was stern, despite her short stature to the large man, who appeared to be more than a head taller than the female. Her arms crossed her chest and on her face flickered several emotions at once. She's never liked anyone who were hot tempered, especially when they feel fatigued but she knew that it was no excuse, after all, she was tired too, but she's never complained and she thought others should not either. This must be Jason Kerrovich, she thought mildly, noticing the way he held himself to be that of a combat medic. Her sharp eyes noticed a very tall male that was standing at the edge of the excavation, noting his extremely tall height... Odd, I didn't know there'd be another person on the team... perhaps this is the person that my associates have warned me about? She quickly sorted through the mental files of the people for the excavation through her head, as well as the people who might come forcibly. Ah, he must be Logan Marks... insanely tall... She sighed inaudiably. Big and tall brutes like him are easy to take down, especially because of her size. But grabbed into their hold, she knew she'll be crushed to death, after all, she can only do so much. |
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| Oracle | Mar 23 2009, 02:24 AM Post #18 |
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"Mikhael Grelikof, archaeologist and leader of the excavation." He had looked as if he were going to bite her head off when she began talking, but he seemed to mellow. She was glad she hadn't decided to dislike him from the get-go. His smile was worth the risk of standing up to him. She slipped her slender hand into his offered giant sized grip, giving him a firm handshake. She hated it when limp fingers were dropped into hers, it made her feel like someone had just slapped a dead fish in her hand. "And while I still think that the whole thing about Valhalla and the Aesir and all that is just myths, I guess that's what we're here to find out, da?" She smiled warmly back, "A pleasure to meet your Mikhael. I'm your anthropologist Winona Tanis...Win or Winona is fine with me. Yes, indeed we will. Whatever happens it is bound to be more exciting than sitting home watching the telly. If things are going to start blowing up, I'd like to grab my gear, and get it stowed. I don't want to miss any of the fun." She turned to retrieve her pack while he shouted orders to his crew. As she came back past, he pointed over his shoulder, directing her to the tents. "The tents for the crew are over there, you can pick one out and put your gear there." "Thanks Mikhael, I'll be back as soon as I've stashed my pack." She wandered toward the tents with deliberate stride. It wasn't hard to find which one was Mikhael's, and she opted for the tent next to it for various reasons. Foremost, no one was likely to mess with her if she was in his vicinity. Next if there was any news to be heard first, she wanted to be near it. And last, she liked him better than the others, he was brutally forthright, and she would rather have that than a handful of whining mamby-pambies. If you wanted to get noticed in this world you had to make yourself known. As she pushed the flap aside on the tent she was pleased to find at least the bare necessities. Winona leaned her pack next to the cot and unrolled her down sleeping bag. She had a feeling she would need it as well as the provided blanket. Then leaving the rest for later she hurried back to the dig just in time to see the first blast. When the air cleared, and a sizable hole had been made exposing more of the entrance, she nodded to Mikhael, "See, I told you it would stand. Perhaps by tonight there will be reason to celebrate." Her eye caught the arrival of another new member, he was slightly larger than Mikhael. Definitely handsome, but she found handsome wasn't always a good thing. She'd take brains and honesty over a pretty face and brawn any day. Not that she had had time for romance of any sort in the past few years. She dismissed him for now, she was more interested in what was going on with the site. There was every chance they might actually get inside sometime before sundown. She wasn't about to miss it. |
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| Dark Jack | Mar 23 2009, 05:09 AM Post #19 |
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"If my assistants continue to be so careless with the explosives, another two years, and then the entire thing will collapse the moment the snow is finally cleared away," Mikhael sighed as an answer to the question of how long it would take before they would have cleared out the ruins completely. Impatiently, he went over and pushed Ivan and Igor aside, emptying his vodka bottle and throwing it aside, and istead walking over to the small shed where he kept his dynamite. Ripping the door open so hard that it almost came clean off its hinges, he reached in and grabbed two whole crates of dynamite. "But if I rig it up, we can enter the damn thing before in a couple of hours, at most." Only when he turned around, huffing and puffing at the weight of the many pounds of explosives, did Mikhael realize that there was anothe couple of newcomers, just arrived while his mind had been solely focused on the excavation and his vodka. The one was clearly a Brit, and judging by his temper he definitely would not last long here before he got into a fight with Mikhael, who, given the right conditions, could be even more explosive than the dynamite in his hands. The other one seemed to remain silent, and his appearance hinted little to what nationality he could have, but he caught Mikhael's attention nevertheless, since it was very rare for the Russian to have to look up at someone else. He was just a few inches taller than Mikhael, sure, but he was taller nonetheless, and he was even bigger than Mikhael, although his personal pride bid him to think that it was mostly fat. Had it been back in mother Russia, or on a tavern in Trondheim, Mikhael would not have hesitated a moment to challenge such a man to a wrestling match! "Look around, study what's showing, get familiar with the site, just stand clear of the entrance," Mikhael adviced the others as he walked over to a pile of snow, put down the boxes and started putting sticks of dynamite in the snow at carefully chosen strategic places, while at the same time rigging them with wires to explode simultaniously with an unusual care for someone with his temper and size, and although his hands were large, they were the hands of an expert in his field. "Igor, go to the cantine and tell them to start cooking," he told his assistant while he went over and started placing a second stick of dynamite, "And tell him of the new people that have arrived... and tell him that Mikhael is hungry today. I think I'll eat a whole boar if offered!" He was not exaggerating. He actually would do that. He had a sound appetite. "And Ivan, you get the most important job: keep the vodka coming! You know I need my vodka to concentrate." Nodding and assuring that they would follow Mikhael's orders, Ivan and Igor ran off while Mikhael, with a smile on his lips, finished what he was doing and went to place a third stick... |
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| Mercinus3 | Mar 23 2009, 06:27 AM Post #20 |
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"If I were you, I'd keep that temper in check. We were all somewhat expecting that the ruins be uncovered already, but much to our surprise, it isn't, due to the problems of the weather and such... so if you could, take your anger elsewhere or I'll have to force you to relax." Jason smiled at the small woman that had replied to his rant. “I wouldn’t be ranting on about the matter, but being pulled out of a very important mission in Afghanistan for something that has not been excavated already, you would be very pissed. If this site is not excavated within a few days, and several soldiers are killed without medical aid from me, then I’ll make sure that the person in charge of this site will have dead soldiers on his conscience.” With the anger finally vented out of his system, he sighed, and reached around to his backpack. Although he had placed his sleeping stuff in his tent, which wouldn’t accommodate anyone who was injured during the excavation, he always carries around his backpack, since it had all of the key things that he needed, including his Wildey pistol. Despite him being in combat most of the time, and is used to an assault rifle, he always carried the pistol wherever her went, with the certain license to bring it on board airplanes. Just as he was about to introduce himself to the rest of the group, he heard a voice behind him, sounding like orders from another person. "And Ivan, you get the most important job: keep the vodka coming! You know I need my vodka to concentrate." Jason noticed that the man behind him had a thick Russian accent, and a sense of strength within it. A grin started to creep across his face. He continued to root around his back, trying to find something that had remained in his backpack. Something that he had bought in a local supermarket before the hike. His smile grew once he had found the items, and pulled out two bottles. Then, he walked over to the man that was there, who was with someone else. “Why do you need vodka, when there is good old ale?” He said the remark with the comment, and passed a bottle of Newcastle Brown ale to the Russian. As he studied the man, he figured that he was probably the one in charge of the excavation. The man was of a similar size to the Brit, and the frame was similar, though the Russian’s body might be more endured to than him. Unknown to Jason, the Russian was placing explosives inside of a hole, which was made earlier that day. Finally, when thinking that he didn’t introduce himself to the group, he finally spoke again. “I forgot to bally introduce myself. Jason Kerrovich. Combat Medic of her Majesty’s Army.” |
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