"I know, I know! How've you been? "
Camille giggles a bit.
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((I see what you did there x 2 combo!))
Our German and Russian friend are still arguing in a slightly hilarious mix of their respective languages. Let's describe them, shall we?
..Ah yes. The German is a young man, 25-ish, perhaps, a man with dark (and very poorly trimmed) hair and eyes. Certainly not a model of Aryan supremacy or some such. As a matter of fact, he looks quite ragged, dressed in his poorly patched black leather jacket and tattered jeans. Surprisingly, he himself seems physically healthy.He carries some sort of revolver in the range of 'big' holstered on his belt. Whether it actually has any bullets is questionable. He is NOT in a good mood.
The girl next to him (20 at best!), on the other hand, is in a somewhat better mood. She happens to have blue eyes and hair almost white like snow. She's about as messy as her comrade, but her clothes seem just a little bit better, and certainly warmer. Surprisingly, given that she's very clearly Russian, she does not carry an AK, but rather what seems to be a long-barreled shotgun, as well as a makeshift spear.
...Are they anywhere plot relevant? Probably not, and they're probably going to stay that way for a while.
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What IS plot relevant and foreshadowy, however, is this little exchange:
"Come on. Princess. You can do it."
"It hurts... oh god it burns...."
"STOP REMINISCING AND START DOING YOUR JOB!"
"Isn't reminiscing the entire point of-"
"NO!"
After some more of this, a single-propeller floatplane colored an uninspiring grey flies off over the forest, searching for SECRET BASE. It seems ghostly, too.