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[queenofbfg]

[A certain elevator in a certain part of The Nexus descends into view and comes to a stop. The doors then open slowly. And out of it steps a queenly sort of woman; carrying a high-powered rail gun almost equal in length to her own height. Around her shoulder is draped a heavy coat; the hem flutters lazily in the non-existant breeze. The woman

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[musthatefrogs]

[Just another day marking out places of both tactical and his own interest in the Nexus when--]

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[musthatefrogs]

[-- something impacts the wall hardly a foot away from him as he emerges from the corner. Too soon and he would have had been scooping up his abdominal contents from the floor.]

What the-?

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[musthatefrogs]

[Volgin's single eye flicked around the hall for the source of the blast, stopping at the elevator where there stood a woman. A beautiful thing to behold, really, with, notably, a very large gun.

No time to admire this creature. Quick assessment: Why fire at him? Had she been waiting for him? With the way she talked...

Volgin had performed some dark and deprived things in the Nexus recently. Had someone been seeking revenge against him, perhaps? He had quirked a brow at the father talk; his crimes had been against women.

His English was harsh with his thick Russian accent:]

I didn't "finish" your father!

[His muscles were taut, ready to fling his ridiculous mass across the room if he needed to. Those weren't mere bullets.]

[queenofbfg]

[Finally seeing the large man, Fortune furrows her brow in confusion] Not him.... [Who the hell?]

[Suddenly, as he speaks with that thick Russian accent, a look of realization crosses her features. A Gurlukovich man...]

[She exhales through her nose in annoyance, and slowly lowers her large weapon.]

You're not supposed to be down here. [Her disappointment with the situation is obvious in her frustrated tone.] Where is your uniform?

[musthatefrogs]

[What was this woman even talking about? Volgin had his electricity poised at the ready, but, as the weapon lowered, the dangerous dance of current dissipated as his scarred face twisted into one of confusion.

His hands folded behind his broad back as he, for all of his crude, tacky casual, assumed a very Colonel-y posture, lip curled and chest forward.]

By whose authority are you allowed to be pressing about my dress and location?

[queenofbfg]

[The woman frowns; her own chin raised in a queenly sort of manner.]

By your commander's. You may not answer to me, but I won't be tolerating any insolence from you. The Gurlukovich men are to assist Dead Cell for this mission whether you like it or not.

[She walks forward, grimacing as she eyes him] I didn't know Olga lead such disrespectful men.

[That figures, though. That Olga woman seemed to be quite the handful herself.]

[musthatefrogs]

[Volgin had to raise a brow at this, sneering himself at the sheer nerve of this woman. Some of the Nexus residents were quite familiar with him, and it appeared he might have to demonstrate why he was a feared man to this mouthy little bitch.

It was a fear he enjoyed reinforcing, not to mention no one spoke to him this way.

He remained quite stiff as she approached him, ready to look right down at her in his usual manner if she came close enough.]

Gurlukovich? I am not familiar with the name, and I've never taken orders from him.

... Her.

[Whatever.]

It seems you have no authority over me.

[queenfobfg]

[Furrowing her brow] ...You're not of the SOL army...?

Then....

[Fortune hoists her weapon up in the man's direction once more.] You must be another agent.

[Darkly] Are you here to kill me, intruder?

[musthatefrogs]

[Volgin eyed the weapon, an intriguing thing.]

I answer to no one.

Now, my dear, if death is so what you desire...

[He tone drifted as the stench of ozone spiked, the electrical build up crackling across his body once again as he sunk into a fighter's stance. A shame to kill this woman, in a sense; he made a note to savor her body and not maim her too badly before it came down to her end.

He would come away from the fight with a new toy too, with his darker appetites slaked.]

... Allow me the pleasure.

[queenofbfg]

[...Electricity, hm? There's one method of death that no one has used against Fortune so far. This should be interesting.]

If you think that you can kill me, then my life is yours to claim.

But if you can't... [She flips the switch on the side of her railgun; charging it's power] ...You may end up losing your own.

Don't waste my time. Show me what you can do! [Fortune goes to shoot in his direction]

[musthatefrogs]

Beautiful, I've killed over a hundred thousand useless fools that think they could go against me.

You can join them!

[His eye was alight in the rise of his creeping violence high, competing with his carnal urges to preserve the poor girl; it would soon become a debatable matter if he could hold himself back enough to leave anything at all.

The gun did not scare him. Not even the hole in the wall it had created scared him. It would be like before, he assumed as he charged at her, his electromagnetic shield at the ready: Just another fool hiding under the protection of a gun.]

[queenofbfg]

[Fortune's shot sprang out toward the man- but suddenly something unexpected happens as it's deflected away from it's intended target and ends up planted inside of the nearby wall instead. Now doesn't that look familiar...]

[So, what does happen when 2 electromagnetic shields (that only half make sense) collide...? Something sparkly, apparently.]

[queenofbfg]

!

[Fortune, having no idea that the protective force around her is an electromagnetic shield, is taken aback when Volgin charges at her and the two soldiers end up practically bouncing off one anther when he gets too close. A giant spark is created between them and Fortune stumbles backward from the force.]

What--

[musthatefrogs]

Nnnh?

[Volgin rather stupidly stumbled back himself. If there was enough silence between them, maybe Fortune could have heard the gears cranking in the giant's head.

What was that? It didn't exactly hurt, but it did not exactly brush right off of him either.

He gave her a look, confused, but... Maybe that was why she was so mouthy. A big gun and something else.]

What the...?

What was that.

[If he was close enough, he might have brought a finger out to experimentally try to touch her. Or whatever it was that knocked him backwards and nearly on his ass. If he wasn't, well, here he came, right for Fortune's personal space.]

[queenofbfg]

[That's never happened before... It ALMOST hurt...]

[Honestly] ...I don't know.

[Beat you to it! Being someone who doesn't fear death, as soon as Volgin steps close enough, Fortune curiously reaches out and goes to grab hold of his arm.]

[If the man's protective electric shield has been lowered, then it should be alright. But if not... the two should be getting another 'shock' as their bodies are forced apart.]

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[musthatefrogs]

[Volgin froze, but this time she made contact without knocking the two violently apart like some sort of twisted version of human bumper cars. He gave her hand a look, then his arm, then her hand again. Finally, his single-eyed gaze met his opponent's.]