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Post by Theo Anson on Mar 21, 2012 22:04:09 GMT -5
Theo strolled around the arena, taking a moment of his day off from work to explore his territory a little further. He should really know it by now... really, there was no excuse... He sat down on one of the plastic seats and looked out onto the arena, just thinking and thinking... Slowly slipping into a doze and allowing his other half to take control.
Karter sighed. He should really let the kid get more sleep, but he kept falling asleep in places that WEREN'T his bed. That was a problem...
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Mar 21, 2012 22:15:14 GMT -5
Mikka recognized her friend-slash-nemesis to moment she spotted him lounging in one of the arena seats. Overcome with cheer, not at seeing him but at the shee convince of not needing to find him later, the Russian immediately made her way over to him. Although she was standing in the balcony above where he sat, the Ookami managed to make a perfectly-aimed jump, landing her in the seat beside Karter with an obnoxious thump.
"Privet, Krollik!" She giggled, shooting the Tora one of her eerily cheerful smiles.
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Post by Theo Anson on Mar 21, 2012 22:32:49 GMT -5
Karter was faintly aware of the sound of fabric on the wind before Mikka crashed into the seat next to him. He... he didn't JUMP, per-say, he... just... okay, he jumped in surprise, jerking away a bit to keep possible attacks at bay for a moment longer before he realized who it was. "The fuck was THAT for!?" He growled at the Russian, returning to his proper seating position.
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Mar 21, 2012 22:43:05 GMT -5
The Ookami's expression was a cross between a glower and a pout. "What? No hello?" She paused for a beat, smiled, and then continued. "Nevermind; I was looking for you, you know!" Her posture releaxed a bit and she began to nonchalantly study her nails. "You're just the crazy, unstable man I was hoping to speak with."
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Post by Theo Anson on Mar 21, 2012 22:49:48 GMT -5
Karter really couldn't deny any of those adjectives, but still... "That would be a case of the pot calling the kettle black, Mikka." He replied, crossing his arms. "But what is it?"
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Mar 22, 2012 19:24:25 GMT -5
Mikka fidgeted in her seat and gazed out at the arena as if settling in to watch a movie. She rested one cheek against her fist, her sharp gaze narrowed gently with an amused smirk. "I stumbled upon a lady in a predicament." The Russian did not make eye contact as she spoke. "Her friend has been kidnapped from what she told me, and they are needing help to get her back. I believe you could be useful if you were willing to help me, how you say... Kick some ass."
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Post by Theo Anson on Mar 22, 2012 20:26:07 GMT -5
Karter quirked a brow. "I fail to see how any of that is my problem." He said, face deadpan. What did he care if someone was kidnapped? It had nothing to do with Theo, or himself, so why should he even care?
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Mar 22, 2012 20:49:54 GMT -5
The Russian closed her eyes and hummed thoughtfully. "I try to make it very clear that I do not tolerate victimizing the weak. You may say I have a protective streak over thr universe's weaklings." Her smile widened slightly. "You also have feelngs of protectiveness, morr specfic, but they exist. There is someone you care about; Theo, I think you called him before. I thought you might be able to find a empathy with the folks I'm assisting."
Mikka turned towards her companinon, looking at him through lowered eyelids. "What if it was your Theo that had been taken? Would you not want help to get him back?"
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Post by Theo Anson on Mar 26, 2012 11:20:22 GMT -5
The irony wasn't lost on Karter, and he had to try very very hard to keep from laughing at Mikka's words. It wouldn't do to blow his cover, now would it? Luckily, there wasn't even a twitch on his face to indicate his amusement about that statement. "I suppose." He said. "Though Theo will never be taken from me, no matter how hard anyone tries." A physical impossibility, really. "But fine, I'll help. If only to keep you from nagging me about it later."
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Mar 26, 2012 18:40:43 GMT -5
"That works perfectly for me," the Russian chimed with a satisfied laugh. "As long as the girl is returned I'll be happy. I can handle thr proper punishment I suppose." Her eyes lit up with thr thought of allthe glorious, gory justice she would bring upon thr perpetrators heads. Quite literally. And possibly with a crowbar...
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Post by Theo Anson on Apr 1, 2012 21:26:32 GMT -5
Karter started to grin. "I take it killing her captors is an option?" He'd bring his mask either way, of course. He didn't want one of them to recognize him if they escaped. That would put Theo's life in more jeopardy than usual, and with how much it was usually in that was impressive...
He swore under his breath as he realized that his 'partnership' with Yuki might require him alerting her about this new development. After all, if he wound up dying (which was unlikely) she deserved to know about it.
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Apr 1, 2012 21:37:45 GMT -5
"A very much encouraged option. At least to me anyway." Already there was blood lust flickering behind the Russian's normally cool gaze; it gave her a look of sickening glee. In a word, she looked dangerous. Very dangerous. While her main goal was to help the "innocent" Mikka could not deny that fighting (and, naturally, killing) gave her great pleasure.
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Post by Theo Anson on Apr 1, 2012 21:45:45 GMT -5
Karter stretched. "Just as long as you clean up your own damn mess, I've got no qualms about it." As a matter of fact, he was looking forward to it. Slitting throats was something he was good at.
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Apr 1, 2012 21:53:04 GMT -5
"That sounds fair," she giggled. Mikka leaned back, interweaving her long pale fingers high above her head as she stretched. A contented yawn escaped her throat, giving her the look of a sleepy cat. "Well, if that is all settled, then I think I am done here. Assuming you don't want to have an invigorating conversation of some sort."
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Post by Theo Anson on Apr 1, 2012 22:12:38 GMT -5
"Mmmm..." Karter mused. "Perhaps some other time. I'm bushed." He actually just needed to get Theo back to the base so he could get a solid eight hours of sleep. Hopefully that would make the impromptu naps stop...
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