[thread] Scandinavia . . .

[redredwolf]

Characters: (au) Yuriy Ivanov ;; OPEN
Where: The Park
When: Bright morning
Summary: Amongst the chaos, Yuriy continues his plans. He goes out after a sleepless night to think more, and may end up under the mistletoe (characters are free to bump him under one, or get stuck under one themselves? Hurf.)
Warnings: Possibly violence; swearing; sarcasm;

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[redredwolf]

"That's all you really need to know," he responded; Heheh. Thank god for that, she couldn't pronounce for shits.

Yuriy chuckled to himself as his feet stopped in the snow and body pivoted toward her. Though he stayed where he was. He wasn't going to go through that and get stuck under a mistletoe. Haha, no. It was a pain in the ass, the mistletoe. It was horrifically amusing watching other people try to avoid it and get stuck under it crying and swearing, though. A hand settled on his hip, and his weight shifted. Icy hues just waiting for the inevitable.

"I'm sure there is someone here who can revive people, da?" It was almost terrible how casually Yuriy could talk about this kind of thing. Some people would probably question whether he was 'human' or not. He'd probably laugh at them. Seemed like she was also casual about the topic herself. "Who were you looking for?" He had a bet on Gaz, just because she seemed to be well known and knowledgeable.

Yuriy took a moment to consider her next accusation with a faint chuckle.

"That's why I'm over here away from them, and you are walking through them," Spoken like a true haughty little prick. His grin almost looked malicious for a moment, even if it wasn't intended to be. Not right now anyways. Challenging, or arrogant with a natural alpha male air, you could say.

"Wouldn't that be a pain in the neck?"

[lady_bounty]

Faye glanced at Yuriy, raising her eyebrows slightly. Could he know about Ned? she thought. ...Sounds like he's just guessing. She shrugged. "Maybe," Faye said, noncommittally, then, "Some girl named Gaz."

Faye eyed the trees that stood just a few feet away from Yuriy's position. Okay, so technically he wasn't under them. "What can I say? I like to live on the edge," she drawled sarcastically, continuing to pick her way cautiously through the trees.

She rolled her eyes at his snarky question. "Well, if you wanna be literal about it," she muttered. "Smartass."

((So now is as good a time as any to tell you that while I know nothing whatsoever about your fandom, I adore your Yuriy. He is such an ass, all the time, and it makes me smile. ^_^ <3~ ))

[redredwolf]

What did you know, he was right. Gaz did seem important to the other's of Econtra from what he'd gathered, and how Jing talked about her. Still. He'd take the personal credit for himself. His fingers curled into the front of a hip as he leaned back on one leg. The other foot's heal pressed into the snow idly.

"Oh, right." He snickered quietly after speaking, "you're really sticking your neck out into the line of fire." The toe of his boot touched back down and slid back. He shifted his weight.

"If you die before I do, I'll see to it something very memorable lays on your tombstone." He chuckled; by now she was close enough to actually hear his breathy laughter. "She was a good woman. Had a keen eye for that magic mistletoe."

Only when she was finally outside of the trees did he take a step forward. A brow lifting, "talking about my ass already?"

((OOC: Ack, thank you! He is an ass, lol. I'm glad you like him! ))

[lady_bounty]

Faye favored him with another eyeroll and a wide smirk. "Damn right I'm a good woman~," she shot back.

Faye paused as she stepped out from under the trees, taking a drag from her cigarette and blowing out the smoke, the glowing fag dangling from her fingertips. She raised her eyebrow right back at him. "I'm sure I would be if I could see it. Nice spacesuit~." Smiiiiiiirk.

[redredwolf]

His grin stayed stagnant as she finally stepped out. Space suit. Oh. That was a good one. He chuckled.

"You like it?" Yuriy spoke with fake humbleness. "Its not as fancy as those Nazi's were in world war two, but not everyone has the money for a personal theatre costume designer." He wanted to flat out laugh at that, but saved it for his finishing line as he took another few steps in toward her. "Oh, that's right. You're from the future. My knowledge is archaic to you, isn't it?"

His eyes rolled down to her fingers, with a quick movement snatched the cigarette from them and placed it between his lips with a smirk. He didn't smoke often. He took it up as occasional stress relief maybe a year or two ago.

"What have you been up to lately?"

[lady_bounty]

Faye's features were a study in Being Unimpressed, but she was amused. She enjoyed this sort of banter. "That's right, caveman~. I do know what a Nazi is, but I can't say I'm deeply familiar with their winter fashion- Hey!" She scowled as Yuriy grabbed her cigarette right out of her own fingers and put it in his mouth. She narrowed her eyes at his smirky face and watched him take a few drags, then quick as lightning stole it back from between his lips and putting it between her own with a small smirk.

"You could've just asked," she said, rolling her eyes. She dug inside of her coat and produced her box of cigarettes, offering it to him.

She shrugged. "You know. Digging. Recruiting. Getting stuck under mistletoe. Getting in arguments with stupid people. Drinking and smoking."

[redredwolf]

Yuriy chuckled, chin lifted a little as he exhaled the smoke from his last drag. A grin filled his lips when Faye snatched back the cigarette. Blues rolled back down to her offering, but he rose a hand when she offered one, declining the offer.

"I don't smoke," he said, bringing a hand back up to rest at the top of his hip.

He shifted a little before turning to the side slightly to start walking, nodding just enough to ask her to walk with him - or not, if she chose not to follow. He didn't care that much.

"Sounds exciting," Yuriy said, looking over the pond for a moment.

[lady_bounty]

Faye raised an eyebrow as she pocketed her box of cigs. "You don't smoke. Right, that's why you stole my cigarette and smoked it. ...Lunkhead." Her voice was laced with sarcasm and irritability, and an elusive quality that was almost approaching Faye's version of real affection.

She turned to walk with him, breathing deeply of the sweet, sweet nicotine before snatching the cigarette from her lips and blowing the smoke out of the corner of her mouth. She flicked ashes from the cig, her lips twitching in wry, dry amusement. "Oh yeah," she agreed, "my life's a riot."

She shoved the hand not holding a cigarette into the pocket of her mink coat, glancing sideways at the redhead. "So, Yuriy, what brings you out here on a blinding-bright frigid morning like this?" she wondered.

[redredwolf]

He kept grinning throughout her retaliation of his not-smoking behaviour, chuckling a little to himself. Eyes slide to the side when she came up to walk along with him. He wanted to question whether that was real fur or not, but let the conversation roll on its way first.

"Good way to sooth a hangover, don't you agree?" He wasn't hungover though, and after a moment gave a more serious answer. "Thinking," Yuriy paused, and let his eyes drift off, "reminds me of home. Though according to you we aren't far from it." Once finished answering that did he question the coat, "is that real?"

[lady_bounty]

Smug bastard, she thought, again with that peculiar flavor of annoyance that passed for almost-fondness with Faye.

She gave him a look like she thought he might have a head injury. "Um, no, I don't. It's too bright, what with the sun and the snow-glare. Hungover, you'll give yourself a headache." She knew he was being facetious, though; he obviously didn't have a hangover. To his more serious words, she merely nodded. This place is nothing like home to me, she thought, but kept her mouth shut. Anyway, she was a bit confused about where home was for her. She just knew that this wasn't it.

"No, it's a figment of your imagination," she quipped immediately, then flashed a grin. "...Yeah, it's real mink. Isn't it fabulous~?" She did a little turn to show it off. "I figured, if the Indigeo's giving us whatever we want for free... why not ask for the best~?"

[redredwolf]

Heh. He brushed off her quips with mild entertainment. Sure, being out in the cold was actually a great way to rid a hangover. Good way to wake yourself up, too. Though he wasn't hungover. Maybe a little tired, however. Yuriy wasn't about to let that show.

"You're a ballerina, too?" He rose a brow at her spin-around-show. "The more you know," he commented smugly, quietly - than addressed the latter with a grin. His feet stopped. Heheh.

"What do you do for a living?" It came seemingly out of nowhere.

[lady_bounty]

"Oh yeah, that's me," replied Faye dryly, "prima ballerina for the Martian Ballet."

She paused as Yuriy stopped walking, raising an eyebrow. "Haven't we just answered that question? Professional ballerina," she replied with heavy sarcasm. She raised her cigarette to her lips and took a pull, blowing the smoke out before answering seriously. "I'm a bounty hunter."