MOSCOW- Character RP [IC]

[Azenyanistan]

"You are Kvetoslav Bugakov,usually known as Kvet in your side. Some of my workers commented on your actions and attacks to anyone,but here's a fun fact. I'm not Vanquarian or anything like it. But I have a proposal,Mr. Bugakov. If you can make your way to the Madeleine in West Moscow,I'll have a job for you,one I can pay you very well for it. For a demonstration of how grateful I can be,soon as you get here,you'll get to...know 2 of my best female workers. You'll have them for a week,just don't kill or carve anything in their skins,and things as such. With these exceptions,you are free to do what you like with them,have it your way and all. If you accept my proposal,well,I'll have more interesting things. Well,I'll be expecting you. Ah,by the way,name's De Sade if you're wondering."

Kvet was pissed at what just happened. He called in expecting some sort of help, some sort of assistance. He had valuable information, and now, nobody will fucking know. Kvet took a deep breath, then screamed "How the fuck do you expect me to get there?! When the fucking Sacreans are looking for me?! Do you think I'm fucking invisible?! I don't have the fucking ability to get there, without fucking help! Fuck you! Ok fuck you! You want me to fucking die?! Fine I'll fucking die!". Kvet hung up the radio, Kvet smashed his head against the wall "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He then sat against the wall, and slowly slide to the ground. "I'm going to die. I'm going to die, because a bunch of extremist assholes! FUCK!" Kvet was flipping out. He was having a real hard time dealing with the fact he was going to die, but then it struck him. You see he was never really free, he was always a slave to something, but in death, only then would he be free. He wasn't going to kill himself no. He decided he wanted to die like a badass.

Kvet managed to make his message to the Sacerans pretty clear. He gunned down one of their patrols, which was fairly easy. Then he hung one man by his neck from a lamp post. Kvet carved into the man Meet me at 843 Leninigrad street. We're going to finish this like fucking men.

The Saracens, as you would expect, became pissed. Especially when some of the patrol killed were women. Bloody hell. That was one thing that could make a lot of Azens angry. Killing women. Not a good idea. The Saracens did not go with his wishes yet as they planned something before getting into that place.


In just a short time, Saracen artillery moved in, adjusted and began to bombard the part of the city where he was and the surrounding parts of it and also in the location which he gave with the wrath of their people and the wrath of Allah as they believed. But the Saracens here were full of other beliefs. God, Yahweh, as long God is God alone.

The bombardment lasted for a few minutes before the Saracens moved in, sending in 100 women, 200 men, several technicals, a few tanks and 70 Saracen Angels.

[The Isolationist State Of Islam]

Kvet was pissed at what just happened. He called in expecting some sort of help, some sort of assistance. He had valuable information, and now, nobody will fucking know. Kvet took a deep breath, then screamed "How the fuck do you expect me to get there?! When the fucking Sacreans are looking for me?! Do you think I'm fucking invisible?! I don't have the fucking ability to get there, without fucking help! Fuck you! Ok fuck you! You want me to fucking die?! Fine I'll fucking die!". Kvet hung up the radio, Kvet smashed his head against the wall "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He then sat against the wall, and slowly slide to the ground. "I'm going to die. I'm going to die, because a bunch of extremist assholes! FUCK!" Kvet was flipping out. He was having a real hard time dealing with the fact he was going to die, but then it struck him. You see he was never really free, he was always a slave to something, but in death, only then would he be free. He wasn't going to kill himself no. He decided he wanted to die like a badass.

Kvet managed to make his message to the Sacerans pretty clear. He gunned down one of their patrols, which was fairly easy. Then he hung one man by his neck from a lamp post. Kvet carved into the man Meet me at 843 Leninigrad street. We're going to finish this like fucking men.

The Saracens, as you would expect, became pissed. Especially when some of the patrol killed were women. Bloody hell. That was one thing that could make a lot of Azens angry. Killing women. Not a good idea. The Saracens did not go with his wishes yet as they planned something before getting into that place.


In just a short time, Saracen artillery moved in, adjusted and began to bombard the part of the city where he was and the surrounding parts of it and also in the location which he gave with the wrath of their people and the wrath of Allah as they believed. But the Saracens here were full of other beliefs. God, Yahweh, as long God is God alone.

The bombardment lasted for a few minutes before the Saracens moved in, sending in 100 women, 200 men, several technicals, a few tanks and 70 Saracen Angels.

Kvet was prepared for the Saracens to pussy out. He had brought plenty of ammunition with him, and he was going to hold the building to his fucking death. With his ammunition he brought explosives. Some of which he managed to place outside of the building. They were quite well hidden under the road, Kvet had done this sort of thing more times than he could count. The building, was a house, similar to the rest of the houses in the area. There wasn't a back door, and the only window in the house was by the door, in which he barricaded. With him Kvet brought an RPG, and if the Saracens wouldn't accept his new offer, hell was about to be unleashed. You see Kvet, had brought a machete with him. He planned to fight the leader of the Saracens to the death. Kvet knew how to fight, and he knew how to kill, he figured it'd be the perfect way to die, but instead the Saracens had to send a death squad. So Kvet got in cover, good cover, not something you could easily shoot through, and he yelled to the Saracens "You will fight me like men! One of one with sword, till I die! Otherwise you'll stand to lose a lot more than just a few men!" Kvet's hand hovered over the detonator he made for the explosives. He was ready to set them off the moment a bullet was fired.

[Azenyanistan]

The Saracens were armed with scimitars or European swords as well as AKs and other Western weaponry. One of them shouted

"How do we know if you are going to keep your word? You betray people as much as they betray you!"

They were in the hundreds...then in the thousands. They had the place surrounded, no way were they going to let him escape.

[The Isolationist State Of Islam]

The Saracens were armed with scimitars or European swords as well as AKs and other Western weaponry. One of them shouted

"How do we know if you are going to keep your word? You betray people as much as they betray you!"

They were in the hundreds...then in the thousands. They had the place surrounded, no way were they going to let him escape.

"Because I fucking know I'm going to die here! Might as well die like a badass!" Kvet picked up his machete, and slowly made his way to the door.
"You all better fucking thank me. I'm going to free your souls from this fucked place" He kicked down the door, exposing himself to them.

[Azenyanistan]

The Saracens were armed with scimitars or European swords as well as AKs and other Western weaponry. One of them shouted

"How do we know if you are going to keep your word? You betray people as much as they betray you!"

They were in the hundreds...then in the thousands. They had the place surrounded, no way were they going to let him escape.

"Because I fucking know I'm going to die here! Might as well die like a badass!" Kvet picked up his machete, and slowly made his way to the door.
"You all better fucking thank me. I'm going to free your souls from this fucked place" He kicked down the door, exposing himself to them.

One of the Saracens, wearing knights armor and a great helm, raised her greatsword and prepared to fight Kvet. The other Saracens began to prepare themselves as well, getting their knives or their swords or even spears and bayonets.

[The Isolationist State Of Islam]

Kvet stood in shock for several seconds. His own mortality struck into him. He tried denying it, but he knew it was true. He was going to die. No. No! I can't die, I can't fucking die! He thought to himself. He sliced the throat of the woman standing in front of him, and kicked her to the ground. He was going to prolong his death as long as possible. "I'm in fucking control here! Me! Me! Me! Another Saracen ran up to him with his sword in the air, ready to be flung down. Kvet parried the swing, and kicked the man back. "You better fucking thank me! You don't fucking know what this city does! Kvet yelled, continuing to parry with the man. This city fucking consumes you! It eats away at your soul till there's nothing left! Soon you fucks will realize, I'm the fucking good here! I'm the fucking good guy! Kvet yelled. Kvet parried the Sacaren again, but this time he kicked him in the gut, and knocked the sword out of his hand. "You don't know the hell we live in! Soon it'll fucking consume you! You'll do things you'd have never thought you'd have done! You'll lose all sense of morality! Kvet yelled, then driving his machete through the mans heart, and pulling it out. "What do you think killing me will do?! You fucking need me! You'd be nothing without me! You wouldn't have a fucking scapegoat without me! Another man ran at Kvet, and Kvet quickly parried with him, sweeping out his legs, and driving the machete through his heart. "I won't die! I can't fucking die!" Kvet said, begining to become fatigued from the fight, and trying to deny what would happen. Another man approached, and Kvet tried to parry with him, but he knocked the machete out of Kvet hand. Kvet kicked him back, and began yelling again. "Cmon! You think you have what it fucking takes?! You think you can survive here?! You think you can become a fucking killer?! Cmon! Put me on a fucking cross! let me be reborn!" Kvet yelled, as he dodge a few blows from the man, but it proved pointless in the end. The mans blade slice down Kvet's chest, and Kvet dropped to his knee's.

Tears began to well up in Kvet's eyes. He began to think of what he could have become. He could have been a patriarch, a doctor, a soldier, something that helped people. But he didn't, he squandered his life, he fought for a cause he didn't even believe in. He became a killer, a murderer, a hypocrite. His life was at an end now, and he wouldn't be remembered. He would be lost to time, just another murderous asshole who purged the streets of Moscow. A nobody. Kvet stared into the eyes of the man who would be his killer, and that man shoved his blade through Kvet's heart. Kvet stared into the distance for what was left of his life. Then, there was nothing, but black.

[Azenyanistan]

Kvet stood in shock for several seconds. His own mortality struck into him. He tried denying it, but he knew it was true. He was going to die. No. No! I can't die, I can't fucking die! He thought to himself. He sliced the throat of the woman standing in front of him, and kicked her to the ground. He was going to prolong his death as long as possible. "I'm in fucking control here! Me! Me! Me! Another Saracen ran up to him with his sword in the air, ready to be flung down. Kvet parried the swing, and kicked the man back. "You better fucking thank me! You don't fucking know what this city does! Kvet yelled, continuing to parry with the man. This city fucking consumes you! It eats away at your soul till there's nothing left! Soon you fucks will realize, I'm the fucking good here! I'm the fucking good guy! Kvet yelled. Kvet parried the Sacaren again, but this time he kicked him in the gut, and knocked the sword out of his hand. "You don't know the hell we live in! Soon it'll fucking consume you! You'll do things you'd have never thought you'd have done! You'll lose all sense of morality! Kvet yelled, then driving his machete through the mans heart, and pulling it out. "What do you think killing me will do?! You fucking need me! You'd be nothing without me! You wouldn't have a fucking scapegoat without me! Another man ran at Kvet, and Kvet quickly parried with him, sweeping out his legs, and driving the machete through his heart. "I won't die! I can't fucking die!" Kvet said, begining to become fatigued from the fight, and trying to deny what would happen. Another man approached, and Kvet tried to parry with him, but he knocked the machete out of Kvet hand. Kvet kicked him back, and began yelling again. "Cmon! You think you have what it fucking takes?! You think you can survive here?! You think you can become a fucking killer?! Cmon! Put me on a fucking cross! let me be reborn!" Kvet yelled, as he dodge a few blows from the man, but it proved pointless in the end. The mans blade slice down Kvet's chest, and Kvet dropped to his knee's.

Tears began to well up in Kvet's eyes. He began to think of what he could have become. He could have been a patriarch, a doctor, a soldier, something that helped people. But he didn't, he squandered his life, he fought for a cause he didn't even believe in. He became a killer, a murderer, a hypocrite. His life was at an end now, and he wouldn't be remembered. He would be lost to time, just another murderous asshole who purged the streets of Moscow. A nobody. Kvet stared into the eyes of the man who would be his killer, and that man shoved his blade through Kvet's heart. Kvet stared into the distance for what was left of his life. Then, there was nothing, but black.

The Saracens fought this man as expected. With no mercy and with killing this man their only goal for the time being, they did not care for his words nor his thoughts nor his inner desire to live for they either did not know or they had something else to believe in.

With his body lifeless, the Saracens glared at the body then some of them, four of them, got his body and began to bring him to the capital of the Saracens.

This part of the city was now under Saracen control. The freedom fighters have been forcefully united as one by the Saracen Network. Now the cultists and the criminals are now the only things in their way to their goal: Take over Moscow and change Vanquaria.

[Legatum]

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