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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/28/2017 10:54:41 PM
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[i]"So a bar blows up and there's a... What, redhead coming out? Why did I expect that?" A voice asked, approaching the woman from behind. The sound wasn't too deep or light, rather it was a perfect blend, a synchronized harmony of a calm tone blending with an inquisitive and curious one.
Natalie Ellidran had approached the strange lady from behind. She saw the commotion from down the road and heard the explosion while she was rounding the corner to get on the street, and now she was hearing faint sirens off in th distance. If there was a time for her to speak to the stranger and inquire about what had happened, the time was now.
Nat wasn't dressed like many other people, with layers upon layers of armour to keep her protected, rather she was dressed in a much more sensible fashion for the conditions she was currently in. A black jacket adorned her slim yet slightly curvy physique, the felt and cotton clothing falling halfway down her thighs and with sleeves that hit her wrist, accentuating her pale skin and the ring on her right forefinger. Her pants consisted of a pair of skinny jeans that had reached her ankles, though the pair of black lace-up boots that rode halfway up her shins almost looked to eat the bottom of her form-fitting pants. The jacket was closed though she looked to have a dark purple shirt on beneath it, which matched her long, wavy, midnight purple hair that fell down her back. Nat's face was very angular and with well defined points, though her face was almost snow-coloured and the blue eyes in her head were near oceanic, shining amidst her striking features like diamonds. [/i]
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"M'mom!" [i]She exclaimed with an almost excited tone, her grin widening into a wide smile.[/i] "She's a Dreadlord in the Crimson Void -- gloomy names, aye, but ehhhh; blame the nerd that founded 'em."
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[i]"The hell is a Dreadlord? And the Crimson Void?" [/i]
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"Oh, right, right, new star system, all that... forget we're not fuсkin' [i]in[/i]famous 'ere. The Crimson Void're glorified space pirates, 'n a Dreadlord's a high-ranking space pirate."
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[i]"Sounds fun. You gonna plunder my booty?" Nat jokingly asked, taking a long sip of her water. [/i]
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"Fuсk, I just might," [i]Hel responded with a surprisingly serious tone, even if there was still that slight joking accent.[/i]
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[i]"Riiight, just don't share me with the whole crew." [/i]
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"Why'd I do that? Naw, naw, never was one for sharin'. Anyhow, since y're still in the kitchen, y'mind gettin' me a water too?"
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[i]"Will do," Nat said, bringing her a water from the fridge. [/i]
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"Thanks," [i]She responded rather shortly, stopping the rhythmic tapping on her helmet to take the water, unscrewing the cap to then bring it to her lips, taking a swig.[/i]
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[i]"So, any plans for today?" [/i]
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"None at all. Already reported the mission info t'm'boss, so yea..."
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[i]"Oh, cool." [/i]
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"Y'want me out the door?" [i]She asked with a jesting tone, figuring she'd gone a tad too far with her jokes earlier, even if Nat had instigated it, kinda.[/i]
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[i]"Nah I'm cool with you staying." [/i]
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"Nice, nice... Y're good company, y'know, Nat? I like 't."
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[i]"Yeah, thanks. This is some good company." [/i]
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[i]Hel nodded in agreement as she sipped her water, throat surprisingly dry after sleeping for... well, she don't quite know.[/i]
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[i]Nat just kinda plopped down on the couch beside her. [/i]
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[i]A silence settled in, broken only by their mutual breathing and Helena occasionally taking a sip of her water. It wasn't awkward, though, but rather... pleasant.[/i]
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[i]Nat eventually turned on the TV, starting up some shows she had recorded onto a box. [/i]
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"So then, considerin' how easygoin' ya are with a definite criminal, I take it ya've some familiarity with violence 'n all that crap?"
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[i]"Yeah, a fair bit. I tend to keep more towards a less... Aggressive route, with how I do things." [/i]
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"I just prefer t'shoot things in the face. Or t'blow 'em up. Or both." [i]A simple woman. She just shrugged, making a bit of an "oh well" gesture with her hands.[/i] "But y're a sneaky beaky, then?"
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[i]"Yeah. It's a lot less messy." [/i]
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"I see, I see... Stealth's not m'thing, even 'f I [i]can[/i] go full chameleon..."
