twenty first bottle of vodka; [audio/video; Russian, some English, Reaverese]
[PRETEND THIS IS EARLY MORNING, 26TH. And by early, dawn has been up for an hour or so, and the Reaver swarm has further begun to emerge from the depths of the forest. There is a sound of foot steps crunching on leaves underfoot, and eventually, a hushed voice can be heard.]
...is fascinating, how well they travel.. oh, if only you were still here to see!
[His whispered voice hushes, as does the steps, and eventually the video clicks on. For a moment, all one can see is a video of Reavers in the forest, doing whatever Reavers would be doing as they prep for an exciting day of mass slaughter and cannibalism.
The camera shifts, and suddenly, there is Russia. He's grinning, and his enthusiastic grin clashes with the morbid atmosphere he seems to be stuck in. Never mind the fact that his face is streaked with blood, his blond hair is a mess, and he appears to be wearing a tunic of fur and skin. He holds up a bloodied finger and makes a 'shhh' motion, before he glances off screen, expression still excited.]
These humans are fascinating! [Hushed voice, still, partially lost to the audible sounds of grunts and inhuman noises behind him.] Continuing to study them for 'research'; humans not like roaches, but actually like creatures, monsters who run off and thrive on others like them. All for survival!
[The cheer in his voice makes the last sentence even brighter, before the animalistic sounds in the background get louder.]
Ahh! There is migration! We continue onward, and Russia will continue to monitor them! Have a... nice day, comrades!
[He clicks off the feed.]
(ooc: OKAY SO. As per Riful's event, Russia has now 'become one' with the Reavers. Or thinks they're one with him. Either way, Reaver!Russia will be creeping around a lot, though more so after I sleep and while I'm at the airport. still on hiatus but I couldn't miss this orz Night everyone!)
...is fascinating, how well they travel.. oh, if only you were still here to see!
[His whispered voice hushes, as does the steps, and eventually the video clicks on. For a moment, all one can see is a video of Reavers in the forest, doing whatever Reavers would be doing as they prep for an exciting day of mass slaughter and cannibalism.
The camera shifts, and suddenly, there is Russia. He's grinning, and his enthusiastic grin clashes with the morbid atmosphere he seems to be stuck in. Never mind the fact that his face is streaked with blood, his blond hair is a mess, and he appears to be wearing a tunic of fur and skin. He holds up a bloodied finger and makes a 'shhh' motion, before he glances off screen, expression still excited.]
These humans are fascinating! [Hushed voice, still, partially lost to the audible sounds of grunts and inhuman noises behind him.] Continuing to study them for 'research'; humans not like roaches, but actually like creatures, monsters who run off and thrive on others like them. All for survival!
[The cheer in his voice makes the last sentence even brighter, before the animalistic sounds in the background get louder.]
Ahh! There is migration! We continue onward, and Russia will continue to monitor them! Have a... nice day, comrades!
[He clicks off the feed.]
(ooc: OKAY SO. As per Riful's event, Russia has now 'become one' with the Reavers. Or thinks they're one with him. Either way, Reaver!Russia will be creeping around a lot, though more so after I sleep and while I'm at the airport. still on hiatus but I couldn't miss this orz Night everyone!)