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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/29/2017 3:48:01 AM
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[i]Natalie had awoken a few hours later when it was starting to get darker. She had changed into a new pair of tights and a black tank top, and went out to the living room. [/i]
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[i]Where she found Helena, who was sprawled across the couch like a ragdoll, placed on her back with her eyes focused on the ceiling, though they did glance at Nat when she entered the room. Quickly, the redhead turned around so she was sitting, offering a spot to her host.[/i] "Yo. Slept well?"
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[i]"Yeah. You?" Nat asked, though rather than going to the spot, she went to the fridge and grabbed herself another drink of water. [/i]
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"Perfectly fine." [i]She nodded to herself, fingers lightly tapping on her helmet, which was placed in her lap. Helena didn't hear any sirens, which got a slight sigh out of her.[/i]
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[i]"So, what happened in that bar anyways?" [/i]
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"Hmm, hmm, lemme see... Basic'ly, m'boss pissed some аssholes off, then sent me t'go arrange a peace meetin' or whatever... 'n I blew 'em up 'cause m'boss said 'fuсk the peace'."
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[i]"So who do you work for?" [/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]
