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Post by Theo Anson on Jan 21, 2012 22:18:38 GMT -5
"Yes, getting drunk and freezing to death, they're very useful talents, aren't they?" Karter smirked. He REFUSED to be out-snarked by this woman, even if it meant she'd take another swing at him with her crowbar. "Perhaps you should work on them while the weather's still good for it, hm?" It was still pretty chilly out, and the temperature still dropped below freezing at night despite it being mid-March.
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Jan 21, 2012 23:00:36 GMT -5
"People here won't give you alcohol when you're my age," Mikka sighed. She grumbled some sort of insult under her breath, though the language it was in was very unclear. "Which is silly, in my opinion. Vodka is just Russian water after all." Honestly. If she could survive in the Russian wilderness on her own since she was fourteen, she could easily take a few shots of Vodka at a bar, couldn't she? Hell, she could down a whole bottle and still be fine... But nooo. Not even one glass for a minor. The bartenders here were a bung of tightwads.
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Post by Theo Anson on Jan 21, 2012 23:11:02 GMT -5
"Really, now? I wouldn't touch the stuff if you paid me." Hell, he wouldn't go near a liquor store for a million dollars. He wasn't getting that close to that poison for anything in the world. It made men into monsters as far as he was concerned. He didn't need to be putting Theo into that sort of danger.
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Jan 21, 2012 23:28:52 GMT -5
"Then clearly you've never had Russian Vodka." The statement was firm and unwavering. "Or spent a night in the snow. It warms your blood and your spirit. It's splendid on cold nights." Needless to say, Mikka knew this from experience. She'd seen some evenings where you were so numb even moving your toes was unfathomable. Things like alcohol were a blessin in those times. Yet, she'd been at her happiest then. There was no better place for a psychopath than a place society had forgotten, was there?
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Post by Theo Anson on Jan 21, 2012 23:41:25 GMT -5
Karter scowled. "I wouldn't have it if you paid me." He was adamant about this. He wasn't about to risk going near a place that had supplied Theo's father with that devil-brew. That horrible liquid that had caused his other half so much pain and torment over the years... No, he would never EVER partake in that substance.
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Jan 21, 2012 23:51:07 GMT -5
Mikka shrugged with a sigh. "It's your loss, Krollik. I bet it'd help with that sour attitude of yours." Or maybe not. But it couldn't hurt to try.
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Post by Theo Anson on Jan 22, 2012 0:24:24 GMT -5
"Doubt I'd want to turn into you." He detested the Ookami in all respects other than what pertained to their rivalry. She was a danger to Theo, and by all rights should have been killed by now. But... she was fun, and he wanted SOMETHING to play with... Theo had sketchbooks and pencils, Karter would have a fellow psychopath. That was only fair.
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Jan 22, 2012 0:28:48 GMT -5
"Point taken. I am quite detestable." She could not deny that fact. Mikka was far from pure. Her soul had been sullied and stained with a variety of vices and very long time ago. She was warped, perhaps a little broken, but still functioning. She could acknowledge that.
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Post by Theo Anson on Jan 22, 2012 12:01:10 GMT -5
"Good." Karter replied. "At least you're capable of admitting it." There were some people in this city with too much of a stubborn streak to realize that they were in the wrong. Karter realized that he was probably one of these other types of people, but for him, that was fine. He didn't mind going about things the wrong way if it worked and kept Theo safe.
Or would that thought launch him into the OTHER category of people, like Mikka was in? Who knew? He certainly didn't.
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Post by Leanna Cross on Jan 22, 2012 13:03:33 GMT -5
Cross rolled her eyes and decided that she was tired of sitting on the floor waiting on these two. The dark haired Kuma stood up and dusted her skirt off and grabbed her bags. She walked up to the two and smiled at Karter. "Have fun talking with your girlfriend. I've seen enough action for the day so I'm just going to take my bags and skip out before you decide to try and fight me. I think it would be rather pointless now anyways." she smiled to the Ookami. "Oh and if you'd like to get a drink sometime, I'm quite good with the bartenders at the Allure and Freed's. You two take care now." she smiled and walked off to the door.
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Jan 22, 2012 14:34:19 GMT -5
Mikka was more than a little confused, and her expression didn't hide it. "Girlfriend" was one of those phrases that didn't really translate for her. It was moments like these that she realized her English was seriously lacking in some areas.
"Was meint sie?" The Ookami tilted her head to the side, for once using German instead of Russian, which she clearly preferred. She only ever fell back onto the language she'd been raised on when she was either very emotional or very confused.
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Post by Theo Anson on Jan 22, 2012 20:51:40 GMT -5
Karter growled at the woman. "She's NOT my girlfriend." He gnashed out, teeth clenched in rage. Sensing Mikka's confusion, he muttered to her. "It's one step down from lovers." He said bluntly. It was actually more like that, if TV shows were to be trusted, but he really didn't know.
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Jan 22, 2012 21:04:36 GMT -5
"...Oh." Mikka made a face. She found the idea kind of gross. The Ookami was childish in that way. Perhaps there was a deep psychological reason for such a reaction, but Mikka didn't dwell on it. "...Ew."
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Post by Theo Anson on Jan 22, 2012 21:36:36 GMT -5
Karter nodded. "Yeah, my thoughts exactly." Mikka... no. No way in hell. Not that he would ever feel like he had the TIME, either. What with Theo to help out and protect, that in itself was a full-time job.
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Jan 22, 2012 21:50:28 GMT -5
"I am glad to know we are on the same page." Mikka's expression became impassive, although her tone still contained a hefty amount of disgust. She closed her eyes and sighed. Somehow this whole thing had turned out to be far less entertaining than she had expected. How incredibly disappointing.
"I believe I am going to take my leave now. This place is seriously lacking in "fun."" The Russian strode off, turning with a toss of her snow-colored hair and gave Karter a tiny wave. Do svidaniya, Krollik. I'll be seeing you soon." Of that, she was certain. She would make sure of it.
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