01. ( voice )

[sunflowersunday]

[ For a moment, there's only the sound of someone fiddling with a found terminal. A few may recognize the childish voice with the heavy Russian accent muttering to himself and humming happily in interest. ]

Hmmmm! Is this...

[ He cautiously (and audibly) presses a few keys that do absolutely nothing. Still, whoever is doing this seems pretty

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SN1FF 3M OUT

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[sunflowersunday]

hello?

don ot want to sniff hi m

ree ks of blood and sw eat of proletariat

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SN1FF 4NYW4YS
SN1FF SN1FF SN1FF
SNNN1FFFF

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[sunflowersunday]

very odd text y ou are using!

hmmm

no

do n ot smell exploitation a nd fear.

must be in an other palace!

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>:]

NOP3
YOUR NOS3 MUST B3 BROK3N
1 SM3LL 1T
1 SM3LL 4LL TH3 3XPLO1T4T1ON 4ND 1T 1S D3L1C1OUS

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[sunflowersunday]

8)

is that so?

then you wil l lead me towards it?

would be unethical of me t o simply stand by while nothing is done! and if it is a merica, well.

8)

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4R3 YOU GO1NG TO 1NFL1CT SOM3 MUCH N33D3D JUST1C3???
>8)
>8)
>8)

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[sunflowersunday]

only where it is warranted! is a sad state of affair swhen social injustice runs so rampant.

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GOOD >8)
1 W1LL L34D YOU TO TH3 3XPLO1T4T1ON 4ND BULLSH1T
WH1CH 1S PR3TTY MUCH TH3 M4JOR1TY OF TH1S M4NS1ON 4CTU4LLY

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[sunflowersunday]

how terrible! clearly i can not stand idly by and allow this to continue.

oh! i have not formally introduced myself. silly me. i am russia... or the soviet union, or ussr, but i most commonly go by russia.

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N1C3 TO FORM4LLY M33T YOU
1M T3R3Z1 >:]

SO
WH3R3 4R3 YOU MR SH4RP SOOTY SNOW
1LL COM3 F1ND YOU

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[sunflowersunday]

you as well, comrade terezi.

is that what i smell like? hmm! in that case, i will wait for you. 8)

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[ eventually, wherever the fuck Russia is, Terezi will be. It's like some magnet of communism and glory drew these two characters together.

or the fact that she can sniff you out and was only asking for russia's location to not being fucking impolite.

also she no longer walks in eway. she jetpacks. she will be jetpacking. ]

Comrade Russia, is it? Hehehehehe.

Russia: Greet comrade.

[sunflowersunday]

[ Today has been a day full of surprises for Russia. He's half convinced he's been bombed and/or captured and this is all a drug-induced dream before he wakes up to be interrogated by the capitalists.

The only reason he's only half convinced is because that would mean America is better than him. Which he isn't. SO HAH.

Anyway that was only vaguely relevant to what's happening now. Russia, once bored of fiddling with a random hallway terminal, leans against the wall and waits for Terezi to sniff him out. Like a dog. ...LAIKA ;o;

But there is no time to mourn his ill-fated companion, because holy shit jetpack. That is the only surprising thing about this scenario, but really, after everything, he gets over the shock rather quickly. Have a grin. He applauds your avoidance of doors. ]

Comrade Terezi! Is nice to meet you in person, and your...

[ He curiously eyes the jetpack. ]

...miniature airplane?

[ Jutting his hand out to shake hands. ]

Terezi: Touchdown.

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[ Like the command in the subject line, you land in the most awesomely graceful burst of dragon-esque fire and awesome ever. Perfect 10s in the Beijing Olympics.

Insert handshake here. ]

Jetpack. You can probably get one from the closets if you check. It won't be as cool as mine, but it'll allow you to burst through any window in this place, which gets the job done.

[sunflowersunday]

[ Terezi is to jetpack landings as Plushenko to ice skating. ]

I've heard you can get nearly anything from the closets. While I may not compete with the splendor of yours, I'm sure I can think of a few things that will keep me content.

[ His grin sharpens a bit. ]

Besides, there is more than one way to make an entrance.

Ah! But that is not the issue at hand. May I ask first... how is it that you sniffed me out?