Asch ~*~ Canto 027

Feb 12, 2009 01:29

Who: Asch, Raikov, Volgin
Where: Espoir
Style: Third
Status: C-closed; you don't want in on this. :x

Why do I do this to my favorite muse? )

yevgeny borisovitch volgin, the sorrow, !location: espoir, psycho mantis, asch the bloody, ivan raidenovitch raikov

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wish_i_had_that February 12 2009, 07:05:26 UTC
Raikov was not going to stay in that building anymore. He'd announced it to himself and Ocelot very loudly just minutes before, then stormed out to make A Statement. Ocelot hadn't followed. (This was only mildly disappointing.)

Only now, walking aimlessly through the snow, which in itself wasn't so bad, he was beginning to realize that he was going to have to think of some other arrangements if he really wasn't going back to the building. And he wasn't. Raikov shivered, staring downward. He definitely wasn't.

He blinked, previous thoughts gone from his head instantly because there was something... He took a step. It looked like... He took another. It smelled like... And it was. Raikov didn't let the piece of pyrih leave his sight once and speewalked to it with single-minded purpose, reaching down to grab it, only to find--

His hand collided with someone else's. "Hey," he snapped, glaring at the man, then paused. "Wait, aren't you that...?"

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x_bloody_asch_x February 12 2009, 07:08:59 UTC
Asch let out an annoyed noise as his hand collided with someone else. Seriously, how desperate did one have to be to try to yoink food that someone else dropped. At the question, however, he looked up, finding himself staring at a familiar face. Too familiar; he was forced to do a double take as he took a step back.

"...Major Raikov, wasn't it?" he asked dully, not to terribly thrilled to see the man, especially after what happened in Naomi's lab.

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wish_i_had_that February 12 2009, 07:15:09 UTC
"Yes," Raikov answered, not leaving his position over the food. "And you're..."

"..."

He scowled. There was no need to rack his brain over this. Best to just get back to business.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asked with the sort of withering expression he'd perfected with years of practice on his men.

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x_bloody_asch_x February 12 2009, 07:20:53 UTC
Unfortunately for Raikov, Asch was neither impressed nor the least bit intimidated. Just to put an emphasis on this fact, he fixed his own glare on Raikov; one probably powerful enough to stab daggers into his face if a glare was capable of doing such a thing.

"Retrieving something I dropped," he replied scathingly. "What do you think you're doing?"

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