OOC Log: Arrival
Who: Falis (killerhime ) and Natasha (deadlyinred )
What: Falis arrives the S.S. Sunflower
When: later at night
Where: S.S. Sunflower deck.
Warnings: hum... I don't think there is any.
Falis jumps to the ship, finally reaching it after a day sailing on a raft, she notices a woman sited on the deck.
"Which way is russia office?" almost doesn't notice the other drinking, after having fought so many sharks and being covered in blood, the only thing she intended was a bath and a bed. Bed not being a priority.
Looks the other from head to tow, smirking and she swallowed down the glass of Vodka in her hand "You've a bit dirt, right there" Natasha pointed it on her face so Falis would understand where 'there' was.
Smirks back "I know" notices finally the vodka bottle, smelling the alcohol "Sharks sure are nasty, when they smell the blood, they come running." well, she just had arrived and she had already pm Russia anyway... Sits next to the stranger, taking a rest.
Natasha grabs her glass, placing it in front of the other woman and pours Vodka in it_; yes, she had to drink. Not an option. “What do you want with Ivan?” she only called him Ivan when Russia wasn’t around, else would be Rodina or Fatherland.
Takes the glass, surprised at the stranger being kind enough to offer her some. Drinks it in one gulp, feeling the throat burning “WOW!” Shouts happily, loving a drink after a long day “This drink is good.”
Goes for the bottle and pours a little more, looking at the dark sky “I am a new crew member.” Answers the woman “So figured it would be nice to say I arrived.” Drinks the second glass, this time slower. Letting half of it on the glass.
At least this scrawny girl knew how to drink like a Russian. Not bad. Natasha grabs the glass and drinks the rest; even if she had offered her one glass, she wasn’t ready to let her have more yet.
A new crew member? She had no idea of it, but then again, the Commando rarely asked anything. “I’m Commando Natasha Volkova, comrade. What’s your name?” she asked with her Russian accent, adding a slightly creepy smile characteristic to her.
Looks annoyed to her, for having suddenly ran out of drink. “Falis” sighs, looking to the starry sky, wondering how dominikov and pete were…
Oh no, you don’t look annoyed at Natasha, or she’ll fuck you up. Still, she let this slide. ONCE.
The tall woman stands up, her heavy boots almost making the floor tremble, and she grabs her gun - because it showed who the boss around here was. Little we need to say that Volkava is very defensive of everything, including the air she breathes. “Let’s go. I’ll bring you to fatherland’s office” she smiles again.
Isn’t very impressed at the gun, after all, what mattered wasn’t the weapon, but then way the person used it.
There was something that annoyed her on this Natasha, maybe it was because she wasn’t used being ordered around.
Still, she shouldn’t get in troubles on the first day… right?
Gets up, smiling at the girl “Never mind, you continue have your drink. I’ll find it on my own.” There, it wasn’t too teasing… was it? Well, she had never been very subtle anyway.
Her katana, himetsuru, was on her hand, just in case she had to make a demonstration.
Natasha’s weapon raises and with it she blocks Fali’s way. The pale woman’s smile grows even wider and if it wasn’t so creepy, it could be actually kind. “But I insist” Natasha says in an icy tone “You are not yet an official member of the crew; it is my duty to take care of our guests” the gun moves out of the way as Natasha puts it at her shoulder. “Besides, it’d be rude for you to enter a crew’s bedroom while trying to search for Rodina’s office. I’ll bring you to him.”
Is surprised at the movements of the other. Stares seriously, then her lips form a smile, laughing “I guess you are right, it might get rude if I enter someone’s bedroom suddenly.”
Advances, passing by Natasha, giving longs steps, at a certain point, with her back completely turned to the other woman . As openly telling the other that she didn’t feared her at all.
Her face turns, looking to her from the shoulder “Shall we go then?” smirks, teasingly.
Natasha smiles back creepily. “We shall go then.” She takes her place at the girl’s side “You arrived here by yourself?” she doesn’t look at her as she speaks, quietly walking through the SS Sunflower towards Russia’s office.
“If you don’t count with the amount of stupid animals that tried to eat me, then yes.” Laughs openly, looking at the princess dress she was wearing, now with several cuts and blood stains. “Hum… might need some new cloths after this…” Not that her cloths ever ended up clean.
“Impressive” Natasha openly praises anyone who shows to be capable; she was a war hero, it was her job to support her comrades at war. “Taiwan might have some for you” seeing that the Russian woman’s clothes were a bit too revealing for anyone - and besides, Natasha loves her uniform way too much.
“Do you think she will borrow me something? It might not be a good first impression to wander around naked while I wait for my cloths to dry.” Not that she minded that much walk around naked, having lived around non humans for so much time made her kind of not shy about her body at all. But she did remember get scolded on the castle for her lack of decency on the matter.
“I do not care, actually. But ask her. Or ask Fatherland.” Naked people, clothed people. All the same. The commando looks at a door ahead and with her head she nods “There. I’ll not be the one bothering him.” Falis wanted to talk to Russia, she could go just ahead, but Natasha would not knock on someone’s door without having something to say herself. “His name is Russia, and he can kill you in a blink of an eye” Natasha smiles cutely and creepily “Show more respect than you’ve showed me.” She adds.
“Thanks for the advice” doesn’t show herself creppied at all, smiling “And thank you for showing me around.” Knocks the door, waiting for an answer of the other side, ignoring the other girl as soon as she thanked her.
“Brat.” Turns her back on Falis as well, walking back to her place on the deck, drinking Vodka under the stars, and she mutters to herself the Soviet Hymn “Nashe bratstvo - horoshaja zhizn~”
Smirks, thinking that she might have gotten lucky. This crew didn’t seemed boring at all.
What: Falis arrives the S.S. Sunflower
When: later at night
Where: S.S. Sunflower deck.
Warnings: hum... I don't think there is any.
Falis jumps to the ship, finally reaching it after a day sailing on a raft, she notices a woman sited on the deck.
"Which way is russia office?" almost doesn't notice the other drinking, after having fought so many sharks and being covered in blood, the only thing she intended was a bath and a bed. Bed not being a priority.
Looks the other from head to tow, smirking and she swallowed down the glass of Vodka in her hand "You've a bit dirt, right there" Natasha pointed it on her face so Falis would understand where 'there' was.
Smirks back "I know" notices finally the vodka bottle, smelling the alcohol "Sharks sure are nasty, when they smell the blood, they come running." well, she just had arrived and she had already pm Russia anyway... Sits next to the stranger, taking a rest.
Natasha grabs her glass, placing it in front of the other woman and pours Vodka in it_; yes, she had to drink. Not an option. “What do you want with Ivan?” she only called him Ivan when Russia wasn’t around, else would be Rodina or Fatherland.
Takes the glass, surprised at the stranger being kind enough to offer her some. Drinks it in one gulp, feeling the throat burning “WOW!” Shouts happily, loving a drink after a long day “This drink is good.”
Goes for the bottle and pours a little more, looking at the dark sky “I am a new crew member.” Answers the woman “So figured it would be nice to say I arrived.” Drinks the second glass, this time slower. Letting half of it on the glass.
At least this scrawny girl knew how to drink like a Russian. Not bad. Natasha grabs the glass and drinks the rest; even if she had offered her one glass, she wasn’t ready to let her have more yet.
A new crew member? She had no idea of it, but then again, the Commando rarely asked anything. “I’m Commando Natasha Volkova, comrade. What’s your name?” she asked with her Russian accent, adding a slightly creepy smile characteristic to her.
Looks annoyed to her, for having suddenly ran out of drink. “Falis” sighs, looking to the starry sky, wondering how dominikov and pete were…
Oh no, you don’t look annoyed at Natasha, or she’ll fuck you up. Still, she let this slide. ONCE.
The tall woman stands up, her heavy boots almost making the floor tremble, and she grabs her gun - because it showed who the boss around here was. Little we need to say that Volkava is very defensive of everything, including the air she breathes. “Let’s go. I’ll bring you to fatherland’s office” she smiles again.
Isn’t very impressed at the gun, after all, what mattered wasn’t the weapon, but then way the person used it.
There was something that annoyed her on this Natasha, maybe it was because she wasn’t used being ordered around.
Still, she shouldn’t get in troubles on the first day… right?
Gets up, smiling at the girl “Never mind, you continue have your drink. I’ll find it on my own.” There, it wasn’t too teasing… was it? Well, she had never been very subtle anyway.
Her katana, himetsuru, was on her hand, just in case she had to make a demonstration.
Natasha’s weapon raises and with it she blocks Fali’s way. The pale woman’s smile grows even wider and if it wasn’t so creepy, it could be actually kind. “But I insist” Natasha says in an icy tone “You are not yet an official member of the crew; it is my duty to take care of our guests” the gun moves out of the way as Natasha puts it at her shoulder. “Besides, it’d be rude for you to enter a crew’s bedroom while trying to search for Rodina’s office. I’ll bring you to him.”
Is surprised at the movements of the other. Stares seriously, then her lips form a smile, laughing “I guess you are right, it might get rude if I enter someone’s bedroom suddenly.”
Advances, passing by Natasha, giving longs steps, at a certain point, with her back completely turned to the other woman . As openly telling the other that she didn’t feared her at all.
Her face turns, looking to her from the shoulder “Shall we go then?” smirks, teasingly.
Natasha smiles back creepily. “We shall go then.” She takes her place at the girl’s side “You arrived here by yourself?” she doesn’t look at her as she speaks, quietly walking through the SS Sunflower towards Russia’s office.
“If you don’t count with the amount of stupid animals that tried to eat me, then yes.” Laughs openly, looking at the princess dress she was wearing, now with several cuts and blood stains. “Hum… might need some new cloths after this…” Not that her cloths ever ended up clean.
“Impressive” Natasha openly praises anyone who shows to be capable; she was a war hero, it was her job to support her comrades at war. “Taiwan might have some for you” seeing that the Russian woman’s clothes were a bit too revealing for anyone - and besides, Natasha loves her uniform way too much.
“Do you think she will borrow me something? It might not be a good first impression to wander around naked while I wait for my cloths to dry.” Not that she minded that much walk around naked, having lived around non humans for so much time made her kind of not shy about her body at all. But she did remember get scolded on the castle for her lack of decency on the matter.
“I do not care, actually. But ask her. Or ask Fatherland.” Naked people, clothed people. All the same. The commando looks at a door ahead and with her head she nods “There. I’ll not be the one bothering him.” Falis wanted to talk to Russia, she could go just ahead, but Natasha would not knock on someone’s door without having something to say herself. “His name is Russia, and he can kill you in a blink of an eye” Natasha smiles cutely and creepily “Show more respect than you’ve showed me.” She adds.
“Thanks for the advice” doesn’t show herself creppied at all, smiling “And thank you for showing me around.” Knocks the door, waiting for an answer of the other side, ignoring the other girl as soon as she thanked her.
“Brat.” Turns her back on Falis as well, walking back to her place on the deck, drinking Vodka under the stars, and she mutters to herself the Soviet Hymn “Nashe bratstvo - horoshaja zhizn~”
Smirks, thinking that she might have gotten lucky. This crew didn’t seemed boring at all.