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Post by Theo Anson on May 27, 2012 0:01:06 GMT -5
Theo nodded again, not because he fully understood but because he felt it was the right thing to do in this sort of situation. He opened his mouth to ask another question when his entire body seemed to jerk, and in an instant he had sprung out of his seat in the roots of the tree and was a good few meters away from the white-haired Russian. The hard edge to his eyes had come, and the killer's instincts were on high-alert.
Karter had entered the stage.
He had only just awoken, and was honestly still a bit muddled from sleep, but he had heard Mikka's voice. That irritating accent and that tone of near-smugness was nearly unmistakeable. He wasn't about to let Theo stay anywhere near her. Not when Mikka knew his face and was most likely pissed at him. He wouldn't be able to bear it if Theo had gotten hurt, on his watch or off of it. Not again. NEVER again.
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Post by Mikka Volkov on May 27, 2012 0:25:02 GMT -5
Despite the suddeness the Theo's change, Mikka's smirk did not fade.
"Well that was certainly interesting." The Russian slowly got to her feet, shuffling closer to Theo. She peered at him closely, trying to figure out where the sudden air of familarity had come from.
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Post by Theo Anson on May 27, 2012 0:41:47 GMT -5
Karter growled, "Don't you have anything BETTER to do than tail me around?" He spat out, folding his arms and assuming his typical confident and irritable demeanor. If she had gotten that close she might be thinking less of his attentiveness than normal. She had her crowbar, but she didn't seem to be in a very aggressive stance...
He just hoped she hadn't had the chance to talk with Theo. He really hoped that Theo's timidness would keep him from speaking with strangers and that Mikka thought it was only Karter here...
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Post by Mikka Volkov on May 28, 2012 17:37:12 GMT -5
"I am pretty sure we just met." Mikka smirked. "Unless you were to me lying earlier." Her tone was knowing, as if she had more or less figured out the situation. Perhaps the Russian didn't completely understand, but she was pretty damn close.
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Post by Theo Anson on May 29, 2012 15:56:32 GMT -5
Karter's face fell for a quick second into an expression of disbelief, it was quickly replaced by frustration, and one would only have noticed it had one been paying very close attention. Karter was nearly certain that was what Mikka had been doing. "Fuck..." He growled, taking two steps back for every step Mikka took forward. He didn't want to be within striking range.
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Post by Mikka Volkov on May 29, 2012 21:55:20 GMT -5
A dark chuckle escaped the Russian's throat. "Oh? I believe I have stumbled across something you didn't want me to." In the brief pause that followed, Mikka studied the man closely. Even from far away, she knew that gaze. "I had a feeling you would be hanging around here, Karter. Although your choice of a hiding place is somewhat unconventional."
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Post by Theo Anson on May 30, 2012 21:42:14 GMT -5
Karter nearly hissed in his frustration. Of all the things Mikka could have found out about, this had to be the worst. "Because I didn't choose the goddamn spot, numbskull." He ground out between clenched teeth, too softly to hear much more than animal noises. If he was in the fire, there wasn't much more damage he could do by telling her everything, was there? Hell, it might be more beneficial than leaving her with a theory and a theory alone. He spoke tersely but clearly enough for the woman to hear him properly. "What do you believe you've stumbled upon then, Mikka?"
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Post by Mikka Volkov on May 31, 2012 20:51:02 GMT -5
"Hm." Mikka hummed under her breath and tapped the crowbar against her chin thoughtfully. "Well, it would be seeming that the Theo you mentioned awhile ago and you are sharing a body..." The Russian cocked her head to the side like a curious puppy. "I am not unfamiliar with people like you two. I have met a few in my time, sometimes with many beings inside one body. Of course that always gets messy..." She giggled airliy. "Of course I can see why you wouldn't want me to know, but I do now~."
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Post by Theo Anson on May 31, 2012 21:19:38 GMT -5
Karter's stance shifted a bit more to the defensive and his legs tensed, ready to flee. "So now you get why I backed out?" He tried. "As much as I want to knock some heads, Theo's safety is too important." And he couldn't risk discovery. If Theo woke up covered in gouges, there were going to be questions and doctors and psychiatrists and medications and he'd be GONE. Theo would have no one except Yuki to protect him...
But more importantly than that, Karter LIKED living. He didn't want to die. He didn't want to be forgotten thanks to some drug-induced bliss they put Theo in.
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Post by Mikka Volkov on May 31, 2012 21:37:26 GMT -5
Mikka closed her eyes and took a deep breath, shoulders sinking as she let go of her frustration. "Da," she sighed. "I understand." Protectiveness was a feeling Mikka also shared. Although, most of the time there was no one around for her to exert her feelings over. They all vanished within a short time. So the Russian supposed she could grace Karter with her forgiveness in a matter in which the Tora had something she did not.
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Post by Theo Anson on May 31, 2012 22:11:59 GMT -5
"Thank you." The words were out before Karter could stop them and frowned. That wasn't like him... Theo must be rubbing off on him. Oh well, he had a feeling it was only one-way, so the more timid half of him would remain pure and untouched. Just as he was intended to be.
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Post by Mikka Volkov on May 31, 2012 22:19:13 GMT -5
The Ookami only hummed again. After a moment she opened her eyes, glancing sideways over at where Karter was standing. "So who was that girl you sent to talk me out of maiming you?" she asked nonchalantly. Someone of that dispostion didn't seem likely to hang around people like Karter, at least not without a bit of masochism.
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Post by Theo Anson on May 31, 2012 22:36:05 GMT -5
Karted dropped his stance and relaxed. The danger FELT like it had passed... "Her name's Yuki, she's a friend of Theo's..." There was a good deal of jealous venom dripping from the words, making it horrifically apparent that Karter didn't like the thought of how close the two were but knew that stopping it would hurt Theo in the end.
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Post by Mikka Volkov on May 31, 2012 22:43:47 GMT -5
"I am getting the distinct feeling that you two are not on the best of terms," the Russian mused with a great deal of amusement. Karter's bitterness had not slipped by her one bit. Mikka crossed her arms and leaned up against the nearest tree nonchalantly. She turned her head inquisitively towards the smaller man. "Do you envy her?"
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Post by Theo Anson on May 31, 2012 23:01:16 GMT -5
Karter struggled to suppress a sigh and wound up failing, he frowned. "...Yes." He admitted, the word bitter on his tongue. He should have contented himself with just protecting Theo and being his best (albeit imaginary) friend... Should being the operative word. "Is it that obvious...?"
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