[ The first time the sky turned green and that wave of all-consuming fear washed over the residents of Milton, Konstantin was still freshly sick and healing from a gunshot wound to the stomach (this place stopped him from dying, somehow, from the injury that assuredly should have killed him — was meant to). Everything felt like a fever dream. He wasn't able to make any sense of it, never quite processed it. He heard rumours of a woman's death, of something that had killed her, but no real associations were made in his mind.
Certainly not of the supernatural.
This time, no matter the years of intense psychological training required of those in the Cosmonaut Corps, he finds himself reduced to something almost childlike, trembling and wet-eyed when it happens. There was a dream once, that all of the residents of this place shared. Something looming and terrible, and a putrid green sky.
It's assuredly foolish to go to the source of the accident, but Commander Veshnyakov never became what he is by playing it safe. Besides, he's been sitting back long enough (out of necessity most days; he's still recovering, and the alien creature inside of him continues to be strangely affected by this place in ways that keep them both weakened). But he'll never make it out of this place if he doesn't investigate, learn as much as he can. He heads to the church, following the little groups of people gathered nearby, others drawn there too.
— Earlier on, when the bodies have freshly been discovered, Konstantin can be found near the altar where the bodies of the four men are strewn, staring down at them with a solemn intensity. He's no stranger to horrible things, to bloodshed and inhuman suffering, but this is... different. There is no blood. There isn't much of anything. Just clear evidence of sheer terror on each of the men's faces. The cosmonaut crouches down close to one of them, eyes slowly roaming the corpse, speaking up to anyone who might be close enough to hear— ] How many times has this happened? A woman was found like this once before, right? Was she the first?
— A bit later on, after the crowds have died off and the bodies have been removed, Konstantin returns to the church to do some more looking around in solitude. He's already poked through the main area enough to notice little out of the ordinary (except for feathers scattered around, which is... strange, and he's slipped a couple carefully into his coat pocket.)
Now he's in the small wing that holds the church office and the modest living quarters. He's learned by now that at least some of the dead men were living here, and he swallows past the odd sensation that it's wrong to be here, brows knit as he slowly looks around for some clue, any evidence that might help with this mystery. Konstantin is not a small man, tall and athletically-built, but he knows how to move quietly when he needs to, how to maneuver his body. Still, no matter how quiet he tries to be, he's unable to help the creak of old wooden floorboards beneath his shoes. He assumes he's alone — but maybe someone else has had the same idea. ]
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Certainly not of the supernatural.
This time, no matter the years of intense psychological training required of those in the Cosmonaut Corps, he finds himself reduced to something almost childlike, trembling and wet-eyed when it happens. There was a dream once, that all of the residents of this place shared. Something looming and terrible, and a putrid green sky.
It's assuredly foolish to go to the source of the accident, but Commander Veshnyakov never became what he is by playing it safe. Besides, he's been sitting back long enough (out of necessity most days; he's still recovering, and the alien creature inside of him continues to be strangely affected by this place in ways that keep them both weakened). But he'll never make it out of this place if he doesn't investigate, learn as much as he can. He heads to the church, following the little groups of people gathered nearby, others drawn there too.
— Earlier on, when the bodies have freshly been discovered, Konstantin can be found near the altar where the bodies of the four men are strewn, staring down at them with a solemn intensity. He's no stranger to horrible things, to bloodshed and inhuman suffering, but this is... different. There is no blood. There isn't much of anything. Just clear evidence of sheer terror on each of the men's faces. The cosmonaut crouches down close to one of them, eyes slowly roaming the corpse, speaking up to anyone who might be close enough to hear— ] How many times has this happened? A woman was found like this once before, right? Was she the first?
— A bit later on, after the crowds have died off and the bodies have been removed, Konstantin returns to the church to do some more looking around in solitude. He's already poked through the main area enough to notice little out of the ordinary (except for feathers scattered around, which is... strange, and he's slipped a couple carefully into his coat pocket.)
Now he's in the small wing that holds the church office and the modest living quarters. He's learned by now that at least some of the dead men were living here, and he swallows past the odd sensation that it's wrong to be here, brows knit as he slowly looks around for some clue, any evidence that might help with this mystery. Konstantin is not a small man, tall and athletically-built, but he knows how to move quietly when he needs to, how to maneuver his body. Still, no matter how quiet he tries to be, he's unable to help the creak of old wooden floorboards beneath his shoes. He assumes he's alone — but maybe someone else has had the same idea. ]