Chillin' Among the Tombstones

[Marcescens]

The fog was a light mist, hanging low in the trees but high enough to still see the tombstones of the cemetery clearly. Their shapes blotted randomly, sometimes in rows sometimes even missing. The names were still legible, although several have last that ability years ago. The sun was hidden behind the clouds and fog, making the air a little dimmer then usual; eerie.

With a faded tombstone as a backrest, Fritzel stretched out his legs between the rows, his boots almost touching the next one. His rifle lay against his shoulder, an arm gently wrapped around it to keep it close. He hummed a little tune gently to himself, keeping quiet enough to prevent the detection of enemy troops if they chose to cross.

It was peaceful here in Seabrook, he had decided. The enemy wasn't prone to dropping in, so the area made a nice place to rest up. In fact, it had been a long time since he had seen the enemy. It was almost... boring.

Still though, for some odd reason he was attached to the town. Eventhough he had seen a few ghosts, he had become a little used to their presence. It was still alarming, but they never bothered him, so why bother them back? There was an attraction between him and this large mansion and cemetery, and he didn't know why.

Shrugging off his thoughts, Fritz looked over his shoulder, around the tombstone, and over the tombstone in front of him. He sniffed the air, licked a finger to 'test the wind', and didn't move a muscle to listen to fog. Nothing. Dead silent.

Feeling it was safe, he opened a pocket and drew a cigarette. Stricking a match, he lit the end and took a deep breath. He wasn't shot by a sniper, so it was clearly safe enough for a smoke. Smiling, he stuck the paper between his teeth and instantly felt better. Smoking and the war went hand in hand, just like how the smoke he blew matched the fog.

[jake]

jake wakes up on the hard grass, doesn't smeel or look like the forest but he crouched up on his knees and smelled somthing, smoke.

[jake]

jake walks, slowly throught the what looks like tombstones to the sorce of the smell

[Marcescens]

((Try and give me something to work with, kay? )

Fritz slouched a little lower against the tombstone after another nervous look. Still no snipers, but his gut instinct told him something was wrong. It never gets this peaceful, atleast not for long. Sliding rounds into the chamber of his rifle, he slowly clikced it shut.

He brought the cigarette up to his lips and clenched the end in his teeth, he pulled the rifle a little closer and crossed his ankles. He relaxed a little, eyes darting left and right. Maybe he was just being silly. He shrugged, and continued humming quietly to himself.

[jake]

jake draws his sword he knows somethings rong... he looks and listens, he heres a click. He now knows someone is there, he jumps over the tombstunes and lunges for what looks like a bronze statue

[Marcescens]

Fritz hears it, the slithering of something in the grass, a coll rush of wind. There's something out there.
Unfortunately, what he saw was NOT what he was expecting. There was no rifles or guns or even combat boots. What stared back was the mask, skeleton eyes and hooded cape.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!"

With a yelp of surprise, he dives forward and jumps over the tombstone in front of him in the nick of time. Panting, he raises the gun and points it at... whatever it is.... shaking slightly. That was too close for personal comfort... definitely far to close.

"What--how--Who the HELL and YOU?!" He steadies his arm, feet digging into the ground for stability. His finger poises above the trigger, ready to shoot incase of a second attack.

[jake]

jake rose slowly,pulling his sword out of the dirt as he stood.
"he turn's around and put's his sword away.
"who are you?where am I? and what is that?"pointing at the gun.

[Marcescens]

Fritz's mind was wild, the already crazy soldier was having difficulty putting one and two together. Who WAS this guy?! Crazy?!
" This is 'ze middle of World War Two .................. what are you NUTS?"

The soldier never dropped his guard, but looked left and right widly for a few moments, looking for more strange ninja people.
"This is a 'GUN'. I am a 'SOLDIER'. You are definitely not from around here..."

He lowered the gun slightly, eyes narrowing suspiciously.
"Who are you?"

[jake]

"I am Jake Dragger" , Jake goes and sits down on a tomb stone and startes searching his blade for cracks.
"Im an assasin. you say its World War 2 eh... what happend too W.W. 1? did it pass already? did i sleep that long? where are the Crussaders? if they find me im going to die becasue of all the kills i have done."

After looking at his blade he pulls out a small pointy rock and startes sharpening his blade.

[Marcescens]

Fritz licked his lips, suddenly dry. the sound of the metal on the stone was tingling the hairs on the back of his neck. Crusades? WWI? Sleeping?! What was up with this guy! He was definitely off his rocker... although... an assasin. He could have been excluded and he and his 'clan'... do assasins have clans?!... could not have seen the outside world in decades! This 'Jake Dragger' could be.... very excluded.

He lowered his gun a little more, trying to show he meant no harm while still showing his strength.
"I'm Fritz..." He said slowly.

[jake]

"Fritz...thats a strange name".
"Now if you can politely show me the way out of this strange place i can go back to my clan master and get my new target".
The scraping of stone on metal stopped as he put his stone away and started to stand up.
this fritz guy might be a very usfull ally.
"do you know where my pet is? he isnt usually far away. if you find him tell me."
jeka started walking to the end of the grave yard and pushes the gate open.
he turns around wildly in an hope to find his dog, or a way home. he started a slight jog down the street leaving fritz behind still in the grave yard.

[Marcescens]

"Strange?! ME?! Strange?! Just look at yourself, buddy!"

Fritz watched this peculiar being stand. Master? New target? Was this guy some kind of... soldier? Or maybe... a hitman?
Keeping his guard up, Fritz narrowed his eyes slightly.
"I suppose that would depend on what you call home."

The soldier blinked, and slowly stood as well.
"Pet?! As in what... a dog? This isn't a safe place for... pets." He frowned.

He watched the man leave, standing there oddly in the graveyard. Then he really realised where he was. Panic began to sink in slightly.

"WAIT! WHOA MAN! HOLD UP!"

He bolted out of the cemetary, keeping a hand pressed on his head to keep his helmet in place. He ran to catch up to the strange figure.
"Perhaps I can help ya out!"