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Post by Mikka Volkov on May 22, 2012 21:39:26 GMT -5
Mikka wasn't entirely sure that she would find Karter in this place, but it was the first place she had met the psychotic Tora, so it seemed like a safe bet. She stood in the middle of the clearing, fingers twitching with supressed irritation. The nervous Ookami girl, Yukiko she had called herself, had sought her out and had a long conversation with her not to long ago. Frankly, she was pissed off at Karter for backing out, but more so for having someone else deliver the news. Mikka traditionally wasn't the type to shoot the messanger, so she had been rather pleasant to Yukiko. She couldn't hate the girl regardless- the Ookami was just the type of person the Russian loved to protect- uncertain and innocent.
But she was still annoyed.
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Post by Theo Anson on May 22, 2012 21:58:58 GMT -5
Theo was curled up with a book amongst the roots of his favorite tree, it was a wonderful mystery. Sherlock Holmes always turned out to be good, there was no doubt about it.
Karter, on the other hand, considered them to be horrendously dull and ham-handed. Why not just stalk and stab? That always worked for him. And before too long he wound up asleep in the back of Theo's mind, unaware that he had drifted off and unaware that an annoyed Russo-German was approaching.
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Post by Mikka Volkov on May 22, 2012 22:13:25 GMT -5
Ah, so her hunch had been right after all. Mikka smirked to herself. Her instincts were never wrong. It was something she was actually quite proud of. Although... Even from a distance the Russian was getting a distinctly "un-Karter-like" feel from the boy. First of all, he was reading. Karter didn't strike her as the type to have his nose burried in a book. Secondly, he hadn't noticed her yet. His instincts should have been much sharper than that. Curious...
Ignoring the funny vibes from the time being Mikka walked closer, standing over "Karter" and prodding him in the leg with the blunter of the ends on her handy-dandy crowbar.
"You have an amount of explaining to do, Karter," the Russia sang, not bothering with introductions.
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Post by Theo Anson on May 22, 2012 22:27:28 GMT -5
Theo jumped as he was poked and jolted out of his book. The paperback (he didn't have enough money just yet for a good hardcover) snapped shut in his hands and he whipped his head up to see who had prodded him. His eyes were wide, uncertain as to who this woman was. "I-I'm sorry..." He squeaked out. "I-I th-think you have me confused with someone else, miss..." He said hesitantly. "My name's Theo, not Karter..." He almost shrank back into the roots. The woman was giving off a pretty horrid vibe, it reminded him of his dad, and it was causing him to lapse back into his old habits of timidness and defensiveness.
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Post by Mikka Volkov on May 23, 2012 13:47:30 GMT -5
Mikka drew back, placing her hands on her hips and staring at the boy incredulously. Her lips pursed and her eyebrows knit together as she allowed her mind to wander over the situation. The kid certainly looked like Karter- they could have easily been twins. However, there was something... off... about this "Theo."
"Hm," the Russian hummed thoughtfully. She leaned in towards Theo and then drew back once more. "Ah, I see. It is the eyes. The eyes are wrong." They were too soft; they lacked the sharp edge Karter's possessed... the darkness and blood lust. However, her instincts were still telling her there was a connection, so there had to be. Her instincts, of course, were never wrong.
After another long pause it came to her. Of course! When she had so amazingly given Karter a concussion not to long ago (well actually, the tree had done it more than anything else... but she had still won!), he had mentioned someone by the name of Theo. Although from the way he talked it didn't seem like that person was his brother. And if this was who he had been talking about they looked eerily similar.
"Izvinite," Mikka chimed, only afterwards realizing Theo probably wouldn't understand her. "I apologize, malen'kii tsvetok. A case of mistaken identity. Reasonable, however, it is as if you two are twins..." She smiled, although it was probably more terrifying than reassuring. "Would you be able to be telling me where I might find Karter then? We have some very important business to discuss."
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Post by Theo Anson on May 23, 2012 19:58:28 GMT -5
Theo laughed nervously, clutching his book to his chest as if it were a shield. Who even WAS this lady? And who was Karter? The name seemed a little familiar but he was pretty sure it was only from a cartoon or something he had seen as a kid while his dad was passed out drunk in the living room. "I-It's okay." He mumbled, attempting to smile through his fear. At least... at least she had apologized, even if he didn't understand all that she was saying.
He took a breath and spoke a little louder, though his voice retained its usual gentle and timorous quality. "A-and I'm sorry miss, but I really don't know who you're looking for..." He mumbled another quick apology and trained his eyes on the ground. He sorely despised disappointing people, he always felt miserable if he failed, even if he hadn't had any pressure on him to actually succeed.
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Post by Mikka Volkov on May 24, 2012 22:50:34 GMT -5
"Really?" the Russian asked, one eyebrow arched in skepticism. After pausing for the umpteenth time she let out a long breath, plopping down next to the nervous Tora boy. "Well I suppose he's just a stalker then." Mikka said this under her breath, but she didn't care if Theo heard. It wasn't like he would know what she had meant anyway. But she refused to believe the two weren't connected. Her instincts were always right, damn it!
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Post by Theo Anson on May 24, 2012 23:01:14 GMT -5
Theo's brows furrowed and eyes widened, an expression that could easily liken him to a confused puppy. "A-a stalker?" He squeaked out. "I-I don't... what?" He was sorely confused, he had a feeling that he only knew about half of what she was saying, even when she WAS speaking English.
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Post by Mikka Volkov on May 24, 2012 23:13:14 GMT -5
"Oh it's nothing~," Mikka sang gleefully. She would do Karter a favor and not say anything to this kid for now. After all, if she was "in love" with (and creepily stalking) someone, she wouldn't want to be tattled on, now would she? The Russian and her... rival, where very similar people, whether he was willing to admit it or not. Occasionally psychotic, protective, possessive, and filled with blood lust. At least, those were Mikka's most defining traits- and she had easily found them in Karter too, so...
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Post by Theo Anson on May 24, 2012 23:24:18 GMT -5
The timid Tora decided to let it go for now. It was probably an inside joke or something, after all, who in their right mind would go and stalk someone else? That was just... that was too weird.
There was a moment of silence before Theo managed to gather enough courage to ask another question. "Uh... ma'am?" He started quietly. "C-can I ask who you are?" It was... weird sitting next to a lady he had never met (or even seen, he would have remembered hair like hers) and just talking to her. A name would help ease his nerves, he was certain.
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Post by Mikka Volkov on May 25, 2012 18:35:43 GMT -5
"I am Mikka," the Russki chimed. That was about as detailed an introduction she was liabel to give. It was her way to be quite vague. Staying incognito was easier. "I am new in this place so I am not not good with the speaking of this language. I do not know many people either." She smiled briefly. "Ah! But I can add you to the list I suppose, so that is one less stranger to deal with."
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Post by Theo Anson on May 26, 2012 21:21:22 GMT -5
Theo nodded. "Oh-okay." He tried for a stronger smile, this woman didn't feel very safe, but he had a feeling she wouldn't try to hurt him. "I-It's nice to meet you too..." Was that a good response? It was the only one he could think of.
"Y-you'll get used to the city, I came here a year ago, a-almost." He glanced down to his lap, letting his book fall into the crossed legs. Since Mikka didn't seem like she was going to hurt him, he wouldn't need a shield at all. "I-if I c-can get used to this place, I-I'm sure you'll have n-no trouble." She certainly seemed more capable than he did, and much more confident.
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Post by Mikka Volkov on May 26, 2012 22:21:10 GMT -5
"Why thank you, tsvetok. I am taking it one step at a time and I am sure that will work fine." She drew her legs up to her chest and rested her chin on her knees. "To be honest, I am not all the concerned about myself. I have always been able to care for myself. It is the people I protect that I worry for." People like the girl she was to help in rescuing- the innocent, helpless, and downtrodden. Those who were taken advantage of mercilessly.
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Post by Theo Anson on May 26, 2012 23:11:37 GMT -5
Theo blinked. "D-do you have younger siblings or something?" Actually, the first thought that had popped into his head was that maybe this Mikka woman had someone she was protecting, like how Yuki was kind doing with him. He wasn't certain if that was actually what Yuki was doing, but it felt like she was looking out for him. He usually tried to return the favor, she was his best (and only) friend in the world and he wanted to keep her safe and happy too. But that didn't mean this Mikka woman was like that, it was possible she just had siblings she needed to look out for.
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Post by Mikka Volkov on May 26, 2012 23:35:46 GMT -5
"Oh, no." Mikka laghed. "I don't have a family, I am afraid." A smile formed on her lips, giving her the look of knowing something only she was aware of. "No, I just help those who need it. Whether they know it or not." The notion could seem endearing to some, but somewhat creepy with the delivry the Russian gave it.
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