Saw you last night dance by the light of the moon...

[icantrunforever]

Lesya doesn't mind the snow at all. In fact, she finds she rather likes it, now that she has an alternative to huddling somewhere for warmth whenever it falls. It's probably her upbringing in the USSR combined with her life on the streets of Chicago that contribute to her healthy tolerance, even fascination, of the stuff. And now that it's done

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[technicallyiam]

Things they probably don't have in the USSR: Hellhounds.

Things that are currently prowling the Main Gauche ground: A hellhound, specifically a hellhound who has been out hunting and is just now returning to the Main Gauche. Of course, she would have turned back into humanoid shape, but it's cold and it's much warmer when you're covered in thick fur.

Don't mind the pony-size demon dog watchin' you, Lesya.

[icantrunforever]

At first Lesya doesn't notice the hellhound. She isn't even looking in the direction of the ground. But her gaze finally lowers, and when she notices the creature, she lets out a scream, trying to scramble back to the complex, and instead only managing to fall hard onto the ice.

((OOC: Sorry I didn't reply sooner. LJ notifications are borked and I forgot I had this thread going to check it.))

[technicallyiam]

Oh, that's not good. Missy's not here to scare people today. She is perfectly capable of being nice to humans and not eating them, especially in the Gauche grounds. Besides, she already went hunting.

She plops down in the snow and lays her head on her paws. It's really hard for a giant, overly muscular dog to look like a cowed puppy, but Missy is, uh, somehow managing it. See Lesya! She doesn't want to eat you! She's just cold and bored and possibly in need of scritches.

Hey, even behemoth dogs like scritches.

[icantrunforever]

Lesya tries to get back up off of the icy ground. It's slow going, but she finally struggles to her feet, still not approaching the dog. But she's not screaming anymore, nor is she running. Perhaps waiting to see what comes next? Perhaps she thinks if she runs, that will make the creature attack?

For now, though, she's not going to be forthcoming with scritches. Not just yet.

((OOC: Lesya's the character that can't touch people without mun permission.))

[technicallyiam]

Well, fine. Missy can deal with that too. Her plumed tail gives a friendly little wag and she sits up sphinx-style, regarding Lesya with as appraising a look as a giant hellhound can manage. Finally, she decides that this is going nowhere and walks off for a moment- she's got a place where she keeps her clothes and while they're likely to be cold by now, it's better than trying to converse in this form.

The little human should feel honored that she's bored and starved for conversation of any sort, she thinks as soon as she comes back a few moments later, bundled down to a degree that might be obscene and yet still shivering. Fucking demon bodies.

"Sorry about that," she says casually, pulling her hood over her head and trying to avoid the whole teeth chattering thing. "It's warmer in that form, but it's not exactly a people-friendly one."

((OOC: Yeah, I know. XD She can touch Missy if it comes to that. Missy has nothing to hide. Honestly, that's up to your discretion because what Lesya's likely to see might freak her out more than

[icantrunforever]

"Oh...so you were...?" Lesya asks, suddenly very self-conscious. It was one thing when she was dealing with a terrifying monster-dog creature. But now she's dealing with an actual person. For most people, that would be a welcome improvement. Post people aren't as skittish as Lesya is.

"Its...alright," she offers timidly. "I was...I'm sorry I screamed." She looks down at her feet, her cheeks starting to feel warm despite the biting cold.

[technicallyiam]

"Yeah, it's a thing. What? You never met a demon before? Oh, am I the first?" Missy is probably entirely too fond of that prospect, but Missy is a strange and difficult to understand creature.

She waves a hand. "Sweetie, don't apologize. If people didn't scream when they saw me like that, I'd think I was doing something wrong. I didn't mean to scare you. The big boss would have my tail if he thought I was making a fuss."

Which she actually means! She's not a dumbass- she knows better than to go around terrorizing people on the Gauche grounds, even if she's annoyed by Elashte in general and hates that he runs around keeping humans and angels around, but, hey, she can play nice with humans anyway. She does it all the time for her work.

"I'm Missy Ashford." Thankfully, she doesn't extend her hand- mostly, because she's keeping her hands in the pockets of her coat where they can be warm.

[icantrunforever]

"I have...not met a demon," Lesya confesses. Seen, yes. Brushed against people who'd had encounters with them, supplying her with vivid images, certainly. Actually met one, in the flesh? Not so much. Needless to say, the things she'd seen didn't do much to make her feel better about meeting a demon, but she tries to relax herself more. She's seen the rules of this place. No one can harm her here, or should, anyway.

"I am Lesya Nicolivna Stadnik," she offers after a moment of awkward silence, her own hands planted firmly in her coat pockets. Her accent gets just a little bit thicker as she rattles off her own name, it being in her native language and all.

[technicallyiam]

"They used to be crawling all over this place, but I think most of them cleared out during the battle." Missy's lips curl into a pleased smirk- she loved that battle. She thinks the Gauche could stand to have a few more like that.

"Ooooh that's pretty!" Missy squeals a little girlishly. Sometimes she can be persuaded to not act like a teenage girl. Sometimes is not right now. "Russian? Da? I've done a lot of work in Russia. Guess that might explain why you're out here in the freezing cold."

[icantrunforever]

"Battle...I see," Lesya says, considering the words for a moment. There had been a battle in this place? Is it as safe as she believes it to be in that case? The urge to flee is rising again, but where to? Even if a battle comes this way again, it's still better than going back out onto the streets.

Lesya's surprised when Missy squeals over her name. She's not used to that in the least. It's just...a name, after all. "Ukrainian, actually," she answers quietly. "But I...spent some time in Russia." Spoken like she doesn't really care to recall that time.

[technicallyiam]

"Oh yeah. Well, the humans weren't really involved in it. The boss man kept them all locked up in the basement where it was safe." And, okay, one human died down there, but that was because she was stupid enough to challenge a First. "For the demons though, it was fun."

Possibly this is the worst sort of conversation to be having ever. Missy apparently doesn't notice or care.

"Well, either way it's beautiful." Spoken like someone who has a certain fondness for pretty things. She's no Glays and she doesn't have a lick of tact, but she's also easily distracted, so she doesn't question the tone of her voice.

Missy looks around at the ice and snow and shudders again. "God, you'd think the Ice Age was starting again with how cold it is out here." And the conversation descends into discussion of the weather... Well, at least until Missy finds something shiny.

[icantrunforever]

The way that Missy stressed the word "demon" made Lesya's skin crawl for some reason. She doesn't have any inherent prejudice against them, but being a timid person by nature already, it doesn't take much to get her on alert for danger.

When she brings up the weather suddenly, Lesya looks around, as if surprised to find it suddenly very cold out, or having expected it to have changed since their conversation began. "We could...go inside?" she suggested. She's not going to hold Missy outdoors if she's not keen on being there.

[technicallyiam]

"Hm?" Missy blinks a few times. "Well, there's gotta be a reason you're out here, huh? I can take it. 'Sides it's too confining in there. I wouldn't be out here anyway if it weren't for the fact that I feel like I'm in a prison holed up in that damn building."

She eyes it warily like it's done her a great injustice in the past. In reality, all it's done is force her to seek her entertainment elsewhere.

"Elashte's latest whim's left me starving for some fun," she mutters. That peace treaty still sits with her wrong.

[icantrunforever]

Lesya looks at the ground again, as if she's ashamed to have been called out on liking to be outside. Maybe she is: she's been homeless for so long, it'd make sense she'd want to enjoy cold winter nights indoors now that she has a place to call her own. "I just...like knowing that I can go outside," she admits after a moment. Missy spoke of feeling imprisoned...did she know how it felt to actually be caged up, with no freedom?

To her last statement, Lesya cocks her head slightly. "Elashte...he owns the building, yes?"

[technicallyiam]

Missy tilts her head to the side. No, she doesn't get the whole story, but she can sense the unhappy drums. Poor little human. Missy's not one to feel sympathy, but if she's guessing right and this one's felt confined in the past... Well, she can grok that. It would drive her crazy if someone holed her up somewhere and told her she couldn't get away.

"Yep. He's the reigning Neqa'el- they're the big head honcho demon. Nicer than they usually come." She grimaces a bit. She can handle the big drill sergeant Neq's, but this new niceness is driving her batty. It's just not demon.