Rise Of The Russian Empire: Arc One [Request To Join Only]

With a slight sigh Vladimir simply looked out the window of his one roomed cabin; the weather was nothing fantastic. The snow fell at a very slow, peaceful pace. This was something which had become a norm for Russia. In the past there were hazardous storms, storms that would kill the unprepared. It had been so many years since Vladimir had witnessed a storm of that scale. Peace. That's all that he had seen in this country for so many years. This was all to end, a dark cloud was on the horizon and was finally going to cause a storm. The snow could not fall slowly forever. It was with a slight smirk that Vladimir grabbed a light coat and exited the hut.

While there were some benefits of living in such a secluded area. The one which he enjoyed the most was the fact that he did not have to worry about any sort of neighbors. There was no need to worry for the safety of others when he had decided to train. The down side of living in such a place? There was at least five miles between himself and Moscow, the capital city of Russia. This city was a place where some of the most gifted gathered, and a place that he could no longer call home. He did not have the right, nor the audacity, to show himself in that city. Not yet. He was not free of his crimes and he had not yet repented.

This, however, did not stop him from voicing his concerns about the future of this country. He worried for the future of the people, even for the future of the world. Vladimir felt that the country was not prepared for what was to come, for the threat that was becoming more and more realistic as the days passed. Shadow Fall. The name was enough to bring about thoughts of loss, of conquest. While Vladimir may not have been too heavily involved in politics, he was someone who did pay attention to some of the more important events that had occurred as he spent his time in seclusion. From what he had learned, things were not going too well for the world.

Perhaps he spent too much of his time contemplating the possible future that this world could face because before he had noticed it he found himself approaching the destination. This was the time and place that he would be able to make a real difference in the world; a time when he could correct the error of his past. Well, this was all or nothing.

While he knew of the man he was meant to meet, he had never actually seen a picture. He had read of his many conquests, of the amazing things this man was capable of. He was prepared to offer his service to this man. He did hope that he would realize the situation this country was in. He hoped Radioactive realized the threat of Shadow Fall. The damage they could cause to the world. With this a person came into view.

Almost naked, wearing only a pair of combat pants; holding his tongue until he was within fifteen meters of the male he would simply look the man over once; if this was who he was after he would have already realized his presence by now. "I hope I am correct in assuming you are Radioactive?" Vladimir simply stood in place, his right hand extended forward. "I am Vladimir Anton, I believe we are on the same page at this point." It seemed he wasn't going to waste any time and simply got to business. "The Russian Civil Forces, as it stands now, is not prepared for what is to come. There is a dark cloud hanging on the horizon, simply waiting to make it's way into the land. Shadow Fall. A threat to not only our beautiful country but the world in general. We must be prepared for the reality in which we live. They are, inevitably, going to make a move. We must make a move." It was at this point that he would stop speaking, allowing the man a moment to take in what he had said and give him a chance to respond. Hopefully he would be able to make a difference.

The meeting of Radioactive and some dudeguy was not something that went unseen, even though it was in one of the most ecologically hostile places on earth, easily able to kill an unprepared person within the hour. And so a person more prepared than any was sent to observe and detail what went down in this meeting. Mirja had no authority, nor backing. She was not here on diplomatic reasons, just here to watch and be witness to the conversation and eventual decision, and then she would report back to Hayden and he would make a choices and send people from there.

So it was that a cute wolf girl appeared suddenly, wearing her Vastime Uniform, and looked at the two men. Neither of them where what you could consider clothed, and suddenly she worried, feeling over-dressed for the situation. Maybe it was a show of one's determination and will to move forward, that they would face the cold with naught but steel pecs and brass knockers. She hadn't got the knockers, but she could certainly show her own determination. So the first few moments of her arrival after she sunk three inches into the snow - Slip Stream rode on top of it, so only when she stopped, did it realized the snow and the ground were not in agreement - were spent as she silently stripped out of her uniform until she was wearing nothing but frilly black-and-red panties.

Then she offered a canteen of Mjord to the two, believing that if the human was out here with Radioactive, he could survive some Mjord.
"So, meeting Russians, in Russia, I thought I should speak Russian. But, you seem to have decided on English, which I can also do" She put in, offering the lid/cup for anyone who would want it. Russians demanded hard drinks, after all, so she did not bring anything puny.