Alexander Lozynsky and Nicolai Lebedev

[SuAside]

"We could just wait for the cops & ambulance to show up." Alexander suggests in russian.

[kabukiman]

-Sure. And then explain we were kidnaped. Ok, let's wait then.

[Laraqua]

Time passes. The man looks quite anxious and natters at them in German a few times. Slowly, the nattering slows and the man seems listless. Hell, it's hard to keep one's focus in the rain. Watching it slip-slap-slip-slap against the slowly pooling road.... It's tiring just standing there, waiting. So much for the trip of a lifetime. So much for an exciting adventure. Slip-slap-slip-slap. Water trickles down your back, soaks your pants, pools in your shoes. It runs down your face and blots out the world around you so that you can only see the faint glow of a nearby streetlamp and the odd flash of headlights from moving cars. Slip-slap-slip-slap.... Almost like footsteps. Thousands of little footsteps. All marching their way onward.

It's hypnotic being out here. You're not sure how long you've stood there, moping, when a police car finally arrives. The Kriminalpolizei step out and start interrogating you two and the other man, barking out orders in incomprehensible German, looking around nervously, put at severe unease by the bleak, darkness, the omnipresent rain compressing the world around you, skies so thick with clouds it's hard to tell if it's day or night.

"Wer sind Sie? Wie ist Ihr Name? Können Sie verstehen, was ich sage?" the nearest Kriminalpolizei demands of Alexander.

[kabukiman]

-Ich spreech english. Neihn deutch-says Nicolai hoping the police understands

[Laraqua]

The Kriminalpolizei nods and draws the two aside. "English? You englishman? Happen what?"

OOC: Forgive me, SuAside, for I don't know German grammar and how that'd tear apart English.

[kabukiman]

-No, we were russian and we were trying to find a coffe, when this man landed, I got the fright of my life.

[Laraqua]

"Oh, so you not know name?" asked the Kriminalpolizei. "Man say you stole from pockets?"

[kabukiman]

-No, we were just looking to see if he had any ID. But all he had was flyer with some depressing talk.

[Laraqua]

"You have ID?" asks the man.

[kabukiman]

-Of course, here it is. How could we contact the ophidian fundation? We need to talk with them quickly.

[Laraqua]

The Kriminalpolizei nods again and gestures down the road. "Phone there." He then crouches down by the corpse and starts speaking into his radio.

Nicolai can see the phone booth sitting in the corner, vaguely, now that he is looking for it. The storm clouds are ridiculously thick and dark, churning out sheets of rain that plaster his hair down against his scalp.

[kabukiman]

Nicolai takes the phone and makes the call.

OOC: I'm very sorry, but I completly missed that the game had restarted!