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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/28/2017 11:53:54 PM
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[i]The voice so suddenly piping up behind her definitely got Helena's attention, even if she was mildly agitated at the fact she was still being bothered, but ah... nothing she could do about that. She spun on her heels, head cocked slightly to the right when Nat came into view, though it slowly straightened.[/i]
"B'cause we're bold, brash, 'n... beautiful? I don't fuсkin' know."
[i]The redhead shrugged, the new arrival getting just a barest hint at what lay beneath the helmet through the crack in the front. She saw a vibrant golden eye, the iris so magnificently twinkling in the little light that managed to shine through the lengthy hole, while above the eye, a sharply arching eyebrow sat, fiery red in colour.
The view got snatched away, however, as Helena groaned in mild annoyance, also hearing the sirens of annoying government people in the background as the police, the firefighters, and the hospital people rushed on over, though she only guessed at the last two. She rolled her eyes, pushing a sigh past her lips as she looked back at Natalie.[/i]
"So then, what 'boutcha? Decided t'just come over 'n talk t'the potential terrorist?"
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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..."
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[i]"Full chameleon?" [/i]
