OOC Log: Falis Natasha
Who: Faliskillerhime and Natashadeadlyinred
Where: Forland the First, Natasha's room.
What: Drinking together
When: After this happen
Warnings: Some mentions of violence.
Falis looked to the woman lying on the bed, taking out the last bottle of vodka that she had somehow found after the explosion of the other ship, probably belonging to Russia, but since he wasn’t there anymore…
She opens it.
“Hey! Are you still alive?” asks to Natasha.
Natasha didn’t even bother to answer. She was furious, actually, so she just wanted to be left alone.
“What is it that you want?”
Raises the open Vodka bottle, and waves it on Natasha’s front.
“Was thinking of drinking it on my own but… considering your moody attitude would say that you need it as much as I do…” her lips form a grin “Interested?”
The commando’s eyes looked at the bottle and she moved to get it. “Where have you been keeping the vodka?” Natasha didn’t need Vodka to get her mood better. She just needed to leave this place.
Laughed “Secret…” Takes two small glasses of her pocket, pouring one of them with the colourless liquid.
Extends to Natasha “Come on, you have been way too stressed…”
The woman takes it with her good arm, and drinks it in one go “I am not stressed.” She was enraged, she wanted to kill and torture someone and after the fiasco, she wanted just to bomb her world back home for being useless.
Pours another one and pours for herself, drinking it in one gulp also, cause she didn’t want that the other finished the bottle on her own. “AHHH!!” Shouts, laughing. Felt so good.
“So what are you then? Suffering from lack of action?”
She wanted to gut Falis. To grab her knife, pin her down and stab her multiple times, followed by opening her guts, spilling them across the floor, and finally shoot her head several times, until no one could ever recognize the other girl’s face.
Natasha drunk the other glass in one go.
Falis poured another glass for her. This one she drinks more slow, after all, it was the last bottle and with the lack of money they had, who knew when she would drink again.
“So talkative… is that the wound or are you just happy to have company?” laughs more, filling Natasha’s glass once again “Also, what were you trying to do there?” sounds a little more serious this time, but maintains her cocky smile as she drinks.
“To go back to Motherland.” Natasha kept her un-amused expression, taking the drink in once again in one go. She placed the glass away “Obviously I didn’t mean to get In the way of the explosion”
“Oh, so that’s what you were doing! I thought that you had become a masochist or something” laughs, drinks the rest of her glass and pouring some more.
Natasha muttered something in Russian, probably calling Falis names. “what is it that you want? I’m busy.” Not really. Her shoulder was hurt and she couldn’t train, as much as she was dying to.
“Isn’t it obvious?” blinks, drinking some more “I came to have a drink with you” smiles cheerfully “You must be dying of boredom without managing to train”
“And you must be bored enough to come and lose your time.” The woman frowned “Go play with your pony and that fag thing that keeps touching it.”
Laughs “Yeah, was bored.. That’s why I am hanging here with you” drinks the rest, and then touches Natasha’s glass “Not drinking it?” grins with rosy cheeks.
Natasha grabs her arm, showing Falis the wound “If I do wish to finally go train, I cannot drink that much else the medicine w--” of course the other wouldn’t know anything about it. “I don’t want to drink.” Simple.
“Huh? Why is that?” since there was no medicines of that type in her world, she just sighed, going for Natasha’s glass and drinking it “Boring…” slightly pouts, looking to the walls.
“Do you actually expect something from me?” the woman got up and walked over to Falis, frowning. “I’m stuck in this world, without Motherland, living with useless people who aren’t even capable of capturing and keeping a miniature horse and the only way I had to return to my world and give The Soviets the great victory against those yellow skinned Japanese.”
Looks to her seriously for some seconds then smirks “And do I look like I care?” places her drink on the table, just in case.
“Exactly. And that is why you are leaving now.” Natasha walks up to the door, opening it “Before I gut you open.”
Playfully touches her katana on the side. For some minutes she stays in silence, almost like thinking if she would use the weapon or not.
“Okay, if that’s what you want… Don’t come and say you are bored after it.” Grabs the bottle and gets up.
“So far, your are the only one who is bored.” Natasha got out of the way, waiting for the other to leave.
“Yeah, at least I don’t go around exploding islands and being caught on the explosion while at it…” starts walking, but is slow, since she is just a little tipsy.
“At least I do something to try to get out of here.” The Russian woman didn’t move an inch.
Looks to the side, might have looked sad for a second, but she simply stares to her seriously “Be glad that the best for your country is your return” Passes by Natasha, getting out of her room.
“That is true” when Falis leaves, Natasha closes the door. Because that’s how gentle she was.
Where: Forland the First, Natasha's room.
What: Drinking together
When: After this happen
Warnings: Some mentions of violence.
Falis looked to the woman lying on the bed, taking out the last bottle of vodka that she had somehow found after the explosion of the other ship, probably belonging to Russia, but since he wasn’t there anymore…
She opens it.
“Hey! Are you still alive?” asks to Natasha.
Natasha didn’t even bother to answer. She was furious, actually, so she just wanted to be left alone.
“What is it that you want?”
Raises the open Vodka bottle, and waves it on Natasha’s front.
“Was thinking of drinking it on my own but… considering your moody attitude would say that you need it as much as I do…” her lips form a grin “Interested?”
The commando’s eyes looked at the bottle and she moved to get it. “Where have you been keeping the vodka?” Natasha didn’t need Vodka to get her mood better. She just needed to leave this place.
Laughed “Secret…” Takes two small glasses of her pocket, pouring one of them with the colourless liquid.
Extends to Natasha “Come on, you have been way too stressed…”
The woman takes it with her good arm, and drinks it in one go “I am not stressed.” She was enraged, she wanted to kill and torture someone and after the fiasco, she wanted just to bomb her world back home for being useless.
Pours another one and pours for herself, drinking it in one gulp also, cause she didn’t want that the other finished the bottle on her own. “AHHH!!” Shouts, laughing. Felt so good.
“So what are you then? Suffering from lack of action?”
She wanted to gut Falis. To grab her knife, pin her down and stab her multiple times, followed by opening her guts, spilling them across the floor, and finally shoot her head several times, until no one could ever recognize the other girl’s face.
Natasha drunk the other glass in one go.
Falis poured another glass for her. This one she drinks more slow, after all, it was the last bottle and with the lack of money they had, who knew when she would drink again.
“So talkative… is that the wound or are you just happy to have company?” laughs more, filling Natasha’s glass once again “Also, what were you trying to do there?” sounds a little more serious this time, but maintains her cocky smile as she drinks.
“To go back to Motherland.” Natasha kept her un-amused expression, taking the drink in once again in one go. She placed the glass away “Obviously I didn’t mean to get In the way of the explosion”
“Oh, so that’s what you were doing! I thought that you had become a masochist or something” laughs, drinks the rest of her glass and pouring some more.
Natasha muttered something in Russian, probably calling Falis names. “what is it that you want? I’m busy.” Not really. Her shoulder was hurt and she couldn’t train, as much as she was dying to.
“Isn’t it obvious?” blinks, drinking some more “I came to have a drink with you” smiles cheerfully “You must be dying of boredom without managing to train”
“And you must be bored enough to come and lose your time.” The woman frowned “Go play with your pony and that fag thing that keeps touching it.”
Laughs “Yeah, was bored.. That’s why I am hanging here with you” drinks the rest, and then touches Natasha’s glass “Not drinking it?” grins with rosy cheeks.
Natasha grabs her arm, showing Falis the wound “If I do wish to finally go train, I cannot drink that much else the medicine w--” of course the other wouldn’t know anything about it. “I don’t want to drink.” Simple.
“Huh? Why is that?” since there was no medicines of that type in her world, she just sighed, going for Natasha’s glass and drinking it “Boring…” slightly pouts, looking to the walls.
“Do you actually expect something from me?” the woman got up and walked over to Falis, frowning. “I’m stuck in this world, without Motherland, living with useless people who aren’t even capable of capturing and keeping a miniature horse and the only way I had to return to my world and give The Soviets the great victory against those yellow skinned Japanese.”
Looks to her seriously for some seconds then smirks “And do I look like I care?” places her drink on the table, just in case.
“Exactly. And that is why you are leaving now.” Natasha walks up to the door, opening it “Before I gut you open.”
Playfully touches her katana on the side. For some minutes she stays in silence, almost like thinking if she would use the weapon or not.
“Okay, if that’s what you want… Don’t come and say you are bored after it.” Grabs the bottle and gets up.
“So far, your are the only one who is bored.” Natasha got out of the way, waiting for the other to leave.
“Yeah, at least I don’t go around exploding islands and being caught on the explosion while at it…” starts walking, but is slow, since she is just a little tipsy.
“At least I do something to try to get out of here.” The Russian woman didn’t move an inch.
Looks to the side, might have looked sad for a second, but she simply stares to her seriously “Be glad that the best for your country is your return” Passes by Natasha, getting out of her room.
“That is true” when Falis leaves, Natasha closes the door. Because that’s how gentle she was.