The Call of Pripyat (A forum RP)

[blazerblock2]

It appears that there are several contacts in your area, three of them are wearing what would appear to be sunrise suits.  That is, only to those who know what a sunrise suit is.

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[mlockha]

It appears that there are several contacts in your area, three of them are wearing what would appear to be sunrise suits.  That is, only to those who know what a sunrise suit is.

"Hm. Maybe I should search up what a sunrise suit is."
Vanya does such. After learning what a sunrise suit is, Vanya decides to go to the closest contact and see if the man has an AK.

[blazerblock2]

The closest man is a man named Dog, who appears to be right there in Rookie Town.  Sure enough, he is crouched beside the firepit, though his weapon of choice is a ZM LR300 rifle.

[mlockha]

The closest man is a man named Dog, who appears to be right there in Rookie Town.  Sure enough, he is crouched beside the firepit, though his weapon of choice is a ZM LR300 rifle.

"Hm. Cannot be him. It is not a Kalashnikov."
Vanya moves onto the next contact's position.

[blazerblock2]

The next contact was underneath the bridge that was about a quarter mile down the road from town.  He and two other stalkers in anoraks were huddled around a fire underneath a bridge, where a derelict UAZ and short red cargo container resided.  You couldn't get close enough to see what weapon it was without them noticing you.

[mlockha]

The next contact was underneath the bridge that was about a quarter mile down the road from town.  He and two other stalkers in anoraks were huddled around a fire underneath a bridge, where a derelict UAZ and short red cargo container resided.  You couldn't get close enough to see what weapon it was without them noticing you.

Vanya called out.
"Friend or foe?"
He slowly took a step, holstering his weapon.

[Mr. Hurricane]

I began to walk on the road heading down to the bridge. I could observe that there were no guards, or so it appeared. There were two other men there, seeming to be creeping around an old cargo container. I slowed my pace a bit, so that if there was a confrontation, perhaps I could keep my distance.

[blazerblock2]

Different bridge, Hurricane.  See map, "Corrupt starfishs."  Though you would still be passing by them.
The stalker turned around and stood up, and his companions looked up from the fire at Vanya, "Who's asking!?" the man shouted back.

[mlockha]

The stalker turned around and stood up, and his companions looked up from the fire at Vanya, "Who's asking!?" the man shouted back.

"A loner in need of some shelter!"
Vanya yells back.

[ZombiLoin]

"A loner in need of some shelter!"
Vanya yells back.

uh you're forgetting about me

[blazerblock2]

The sunrise suited man turned to speak to his friends for just a moment, speaking to eachother, their conversation being inaudible to Vanya and Arseny.  He then turned to them, "Alright!  Come on over!"

[mlockha]

The sunrise suited man turned to speak to his friends for just a moment, speaking to eachother, their conversation being inaudible to Vanya and Arseny.  He then turned to them, "Alright!  Come on over!"

Vanya walks over.

[ZombiLoin]

Vanya walks over.

As does Arseny. But he stops half-way through.
"Wait, I think I saw somebody back there, in that little house up on the hill. Just let me check it out, I'll be back in a second."

[Mr. Hurricane]

Different bridge, Hurricane.  See map, "Corrupt starfishs."  Though you would still be passing by them.

I thought you were referring to the railroad bridge. Sorry.


I continue to the railroad bridge, anxiously. A man in a beret slides down a smooth slope of the embankment.

"Hello, Stalker!" he says, "If you wish to pass through, we can have a chat about that, otherwise leave before we decide we don't like you,"

"I'd like to go through. How much will it take? Infact, I have a proposal." (Blazer I'm sure you want to play Kuznetsov)

[Jokey365]

"Hunting." I repeat to myself as I lazily drag my feet across the ground. "You give me a recon job, and then you tell me 'hunting'. That's just rubbing it in." I complain. After a long walk, I finally find the checkpoint. For something that was simply 'down the road', it took a damn while and a lot of energy to reach a good spot. Throwing myself into some weeds, I hold the binoculars up to my face with one hand, brush some dirt around with the other, and begin staring longingly at the checkpoint, trying my hardest to sketch it out in the dirt. "Alright, guy with small gun moves left every hundred-twenty seconds..."