Pierre and Raikov violently tumbled into the room where they were immediately separated by the room itself with a sound that could only be described as 'Vvwoompsh ( Read more... )

[Volgin ditched him awhile ago, but Silver was still plenty bitter about it. He was a stubborn man, and refused to move on despite there being more than one Volgin in the Nexus to pick from ( Read more... )

[The Volgin Ivan had come to known most recently in the Nexus was gone. He left when he was asleep, after he'd patched him up and they'd talked ( Read more... )

[The young Soviet opened the door to his apartment; Galina greeted him at the door, sniffing his shoes and pacing around him as he made his way inside.

His face was in pain. He'd had enough punches to it today to last a life time.

First Zero, then this... screaming banshee of a woman, and finally Emmerich as an act of revenge. If it weren't for ( Read more... )

[The Nexus gym is particularly loud and noisy today, as someone is in there barking orders like a standard drill sergeant, except the said orders are in Russian. The treadmill is rattling and rolling at a high speed, and there is the sound of feet clopping along on it in their frantic rhythm ( Read more... )

[After having a pint or so of his blood drained and his clothes stolen by Octopus, Ivan finds himself passed out, in a hall, in his thong, with his sparse supply of weapons, ammo, dog treats, and loose change lying next to him. There's also a pink, flowery Hello Kitty bandaid over the spot where the needle had been ( Read more... )

[Why there was a leopard skin rug hanging in one of the hallways was beyond the point; this was the Nexus after all, and Major Raikov was still intrigued. He pulled the skin carelessly down from the hooks it hung from, promptly getting knocked over when it's weight came tumbling down on top of him ( Read more... )

[Ivan was bored as of late, and when he'd found a room filled with massage beds, towels, and et cetera, he'd gotten quite the idea. Finding some paper and a photocopier (which he accidentally discovered how to use), Ivan made fliers. Written in perfect Russian at the top, and garbled English at the bottom, he plastered them up all along the Nexus ( Read more... )

[There was nothing particularly interesting about this room...from a distance. Anybody inside would feel and act as they usually would; no gender or personality swapping, no silly costumes or complicated goals needing to be filled before one could leave. No, this room was ordinary ( Read more... )

[Hal was thankful that he had things to do to keep his mind off of how depressed he had felt lately. He had just finished making walkie talkies for the twins and a large stereo for Raikov. He waited at his desk, hoping some human interaction would help the loneliness that had settled in lately.]

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