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risky_russian ([info]risky_russian) wrote,
@ 2012-09-29 18:48:00


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Test Scene: Rasputin!
Rasputin made the last bit of her rounds, the heavy coat guarding against the cool Kiev night and the mask, glasses, and hat protecting something far more important. She may be a member of the Ukrainian government as an elite agent, but if anyone knew that she was the the big hero around here there would be hell to pay. from the drug runners, from the smugglers, and from all those who think Kiev is some backwoods hellhole.

Rasputin sighs behind her mask. She didn't know why the hell people thought that. Kiev was a *huge* city, and the capitol at that. Still, with the government help and the police looking the other way, it made her job all the easier. Also, the magic. That helped quite a bit. The few shots that went her way pull too high, that knife blade somehow gets caught in the fabric of her heavy coat and dropped, that kind of stuff.

And now apparently she had garnered some attention from...someone. Some group of heroes. Maybe the Global Guardians? For now though, she is waiting at the coordinates that were sent to her...and her communicator set to police frequencies in case this is not what it appears to be.


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[info]risky_russian
2012-10-01 04:18 pm UTC (link)
"...I have never had them. Special forces keep a strict diet, and I've kept it up. Have to to be able to keep running around like an idiot from rooftop to rooftop."

Not that her genetics liked that choice. Stupid stretchmarks.

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[info]gal_gardner
2012-10-01 04:28 pm UTC (link)
Petra's face? It's like o.o then it's like O_O and then she's hugging Oksana. "Oh you poor thing. Don't worry. I'll take care of you."

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[info]risky_russian
2012-10-01 04:35 pm UTC (link)
Oksanas first reflex is to punch her.But her training kicks in and she grits her teeth at the hero bearhugging her. For whatever reason that would be.

Also, Petra? Oksana is either smuggling hams underneath her loose fitting trenchcoat or she is *quite* well endowed up top.

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[info]gal_gardner
2012-10-01 04:38 pm UTC (link)
Petra pauses. "Hm."

She tightens and loosens the hug a couple times.

Then she looks Oksana in the eye, taking half a step back and holding her by the shoulders.

"Dude."

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[info]risky_russian
2012-10-01 04:43 pm UTC (link)
"What."

Do *not* bring attention to it, woman. Oksana gets enough "attention" about her figure from her superiors.

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[info]gal_gardner
2012-10-01 04:47 pm UTC (link)
Petra lets her go, and gives a sage nod. "Yeah... you're clearly ready for America. So... anything else I should know besides the potential world ending?"

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