Guns for Show, Knives for a Pro

My name is Sergei Kashnikov. I'm as bent as the Soviet sickle and as hard as the hammer that crosses it, so don't fuck with me. I'm hyperkinetic. It's my advantage. You want anything else, that's your problem. ((independent OC Roleplay blog, will interact with anyone))

[dunderklumpen]

[bereavemcnt]

redarsenal started following you

[bereavemcnt]

Arms dealer- no shit? I’m honored. That’s gotta be a pretty… risky business though, considering you’re working with gangs.

I used to be in one myself. Key word being used to. No longer working with those assholes, thank god, but the gang life still pulls me in. /sighs/ It’s true. Once you get in, you never get out.

Even after dying, you still never get out. Not really.

Anyways, I won’t bore you with that shit. Nice to meet you, Soviet. Hope we can be on good enough terms to where you won’t wanna kill me every time you hear my name in conversation. But, with the way things have been going down… I’m not even sure anymore.

[redarsenal-blog]

You talk a lot, tovarisch.

[bereavemcnt]

N-…

What did you just call me? /furrows his brows together/ Wh- /he crosses his arms, completely taken off guard/

[redarsenal-blog]

*takes a long drag on his cigarette, blowing the smoke out through his nose* Means “comrade.” 

[bereavemcnt]

Ah. Heh. Comrade. Alright then. Forgive the defensiveness, just-

Business as usual. And yeah, I do talk a lot. Mostly when I’m paranoid as fuck, though. Nhh.

[redarsenal-blog]

*shrugs, comfortable in the fact that he obviously has the upper hand here* It happens, no worries.

[bereavemcnt]

redarsenal started following you

[bereavemcnt]

Arms dealer- no shit? I’m honored. That’s gotta be a pretty… risky business though, considering you’re working with gangs.

I used to be in one myself. Key word being used to. No longer working with those assholes, thank god, but the gang life still pulls me in. /sighs/ It’s true. Once you get in, you never get out.

Even after dying, you still never get out. Not really.

Anyways, I won’t bore you with that shit. Nice to meet you, Soviet. Hope we can be on good enough terms to where you won’t wanna kill me every time you hear my name in conversation. But, with the way things have been going down… I’m not even sure anymore.

[redarsenal-blog]

You talk a lot, tovarisch.

[bereavemcnt]

N-…

What did you just call me? /furrows his brows together/ Wh- /he crosses his arms, completely taken off guard/

[redarsenal-blog]

*takes a long drag on his cigarette, blowing the smoke out through his nose* Means "comrade." 

[bereavemcnt]

redarsenal started following you

[redarsenal-blog]

]

Oh. Hm. *shrugs* That’s good to know, I suppose.

Kashnikov.  Sergei Kashnikov, most know me as the Soviet.

[bereavemcnt]

The Soviet? Huh… interesting. Most people know me as Sinner /throws him a smirk/ But that’s another story for another day.

What about you? You some sort of… communist-turned-hero? Or are you just what your name says you are - a soviet and nothing more? I always did find people’s storys…  fascinating.

[redarsenal-blog]

Arms dealer. *pulls out a cigarette and lights it, happy to have something to do with his hands* “The Soviet” is mostly a title the American gangsters gave me when I set up shop here.

[bereavemcnt]

Arms dealer- no shit? I’m honored. That’s gotta be a pretty… risky business though, considering you’re working with gangs.

I used to be in one myself. Key word being used to. No longer working with those assholes, thank god, but the gang life still pulls me in. /sighs/ It’s true. Once you get in, you never get out.

Even after dying, you still never get out. Not really.

Anyways, I won’t bore you with that shit. Nice to meet you, Soviet. Hope we can be on good enough terms to where you won’t wanna kill me every time you hear my name in conversation. But, with the way things have been going down… I’m not even sure anymore.

[redarsenal-blog]

You talk a lot, tovarisch.

[bereavemcnt]

redarsenal started following you

[redarsenal-blog]

]

Oh. Hm. *shrugs* That’s good to know, I suppose.

Kashnikov.  Sergei Kashnikov, most know me as the Soviet.

[bereavemcnt]

The Soviet? Huh… interesting. Most people know me as Sinner /throws him a smirk/ But that’s another story for another day.

What about you? You some sort of… communist-turned-hero? Or are you just what your name says you are - a soviet and nothing more? I always did find people’s storys…  fascinating.

[redarsenal-blog]

Arms dealer. *pulls out a cigarette and lights it, happy to have something to do with his hands* "The Soviet" is mostly a title the American gangsters gave me when I set up shop here.

[happymediium]

Sometimes…It needs a lot of concentration and I can’t…Really do that a lot.

[redarsenal-blog]

Still…that’s insane.

[happymediium]

Hey, hey, hey. Superpower man.

[redarsenal-blog]

Da, but even by my standards that's a stretch.

[happymediium]

A lot of things buuut nothing from you. At least not know. Who knows about the future? Oh, right, me.

[redarsenal-blog]

Chert, you can see the future too? Jesus Christ…

[happymediium]

Sometimes…It needs a lot of concentration and I can’t…Really do that a lot.

[redarsenal-blog]

Still...that's insane.

[bereavemcnt]

redarsenal started following you

/Tilts his head, then smirks a bit/

Well hello there. Aren’t you a tall glass of water~?

[redarsenal-blog]

Am I? *tilts his head slightly* Who’re you?

[bereavemcnt]

Definitely nicer than some of the uglies down town, that’s for sure.

The name’s Jeremiah. Nice to meet you, mister-?

I don’t believe I caught a name in that confusion.

[redarsenal-blog]

Oh. Hm. *shrugs* That's good to know, I suppose.

Kashnikov.  Sergei Kashnikov, most know me as the Soviet.

[happymediium]

[Flinches, breathing in through her teeth] Ow…Felt that. Sorry.

[redarsenal-blog]

Mnh. *shrugs it off, returning to his normal gruff state* So what do you want, anyways?

[happymediium]

A lot of things buuut nothing from you. At least not know. Who knows about the future? Oh, right, me.

[redarsenal-blog]

Chert, you can see the future too? Jesus Christ...

[happymediium]

And it’s not like I could’ve controlled your knife at my throat. Hey, it’s fine. Some of it was…Nice and not disturbing or too-much-information-city.

[redarsenal-blog]

*snorts softly* Probably not a lot though, hm?

[happymediium]

There were a few note-worthy ones.

[redarsenal-blog]

*scoffs and looks away, not having a snarky comeback for that*

[happymediium]

[Flinches, breathing in through her teeth] Ow…Felt that. Sorry.

[redarsenal-blog]

Mnh. *shrugs it off, returning to his normal gruff state* So what do you want, anyways?

[bereavemcnt]

redarsenal started following you

/Tilts his head, then smirks a bit/

Well hello there. Aren’t you a tall glass of water~?

[redarsenal-blog]

Am I? *tilts his head slightly* Who're you?

[happymediium]

And it’s not like I could’ve controlled your knife at my throat. Hey, it’s fine. Some of it was…Nice and not disturbing or too-much-information-city.

[redarsenal-blog]

*snorts softly* Probably not a lot though, hm?

[happymediium]

There were a few note-worthy ones.

[redarsenal-blog]

*scoffs and looks away, not having a snarky comeback for that*

[happymediium]

Mmmhm. And hey, thanks for all those delightful images that I totally needed to see.

[redarsenal-blog]

*flushes hotly* Hrnn.  Not like I could have exactly controlled what you saw.

[happymediium]

And it’s not like I could’ve controlled your knife at my throat. Hey, it’s fine. Some of it was…Nice and not disturbing or too-much-information-city.

[redarsenal-blog]

*snorts softly* Probably not a lot though, hm?

[lyriumglow]

[happymediium]

[Gives him a pained grin, pulling her glove back on] Says the guy with superpowers.

[redarsenal-blog]

*slips the knife back into his pocket* I suppose that’s…a fair statement…

[happymediium]

Mmmhm. And hey, thanks for all those delightful images that I totally needed to see.

[redarsenal-blog]

*flushes hotly* Hrnn.  Not like I could have exactly controlled what you saw.

[happymediium]

Ugh…[Sighs, defeated then pulls her glove off and touches the hand holding the blade. Then, after what could barely be a second she jerks her hand away and takes a full step back, hands at her forehead and leans forward as she rubs her head] Mother of fuck did that suck! [Stands up straight, still flinching and rubbing her temples in pain] Okay, Sergei Ilyich Kashnikov, your 8th grade teacher was pretty banging so I can’t blame you for crushing on her, Gogol seems like a nice guy despite the whole prison thing, your mother’s ring is beautiful and shouldn’t be hidden like that and…Y’know, I dare say the reason Katerina loves the snow so much is because she met you during the snow.

[redarsenal-blog]

*stares at her for a few seconds in silence before slowly pulling the blade away* Chert voz’mi…That’s impossible.

[happymediium]

[Gives him a pained grin, pulling her glove back on] Says the guy with superpowers.

[redarsenal-blog]

*slips the knife back into his pocket* I suppose that's...a fair statement...

[happymediium]

I can tell, I can prove it but it’s not…Fun.

[redarsenal-blog]

Oh, fun.  I see.  Well, you have a choice now: a fun death, or a not-so-fun presentation of some proof.

I don’t have all day, so choose quickly.

[happymediium]

Ugh…[Sighs, defeated then pulls her glove off and touches the hand holding the blade. Then, after what could barely be a second she jerks her hand away and takes a full step back, hands at her forehead and leans forward as she rubs her head] Mother of fuck did that suck! [Stands up straight, still flinching and rubbing her temples in pain] Okay, Sergei Ilyich Kashnikov, your 8th grade teacher was pretty banging so I can’t blame you for crushing on her, Gogol seems like a nice guy despite the whole prison thing, your mother’s ring is beautiful and shouldn’t be hidden like that and…Y’know, I dare say the reason Katerina loves the snow so much is because she met you during the snow.

[redarsenal-blog]

*stares at her for a few seconds in silence before slowly pulling the blade away* Chert voz'mi...That's impossible.