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It was the wee hours of the morning. Still dark. Olga had woken up face down in the snow, somewhere, currently with little recollection as to how she had exactly gotten there. The only things she knew was that she was really cold, and that she was in a lot of pain. Some places more than others. She was confused by the large red stain in the snow where her head had been, and why some of her pale strands of hair were red and sticking to the side of her face. She was confused, but at the time, it wasn't something she pondered about for too long.

There was just an instinctual notion that she needed to go home. Right. Home. She had managed to push herself up, but her head felt like it'd split open, and somehow, she managed to get herself going in the direction she thought her apartment was. Not much was crossing her mind as she lumbered through the snow, only that the pain in her face was getting worse now that it wasn't pressed against something hard and cold...

The dire need to relieve the pain had won out, and convinced that her apartment was close by, because she thought that this street light was the one right by her place, Olga had stopped. She dropped to her knees in front of the light pole, and slumped forward, hissing lightly at first as her face pressed against the cold metal, but then felt justified as a numbness started to settle in again from the cold. There she stayed, and she wasn't in front of her apartment. She was a few blocks away, near one of the smaller parks, on her knees and her face planted against a light pole, blood staining her hand, the front of her clothes, and half of her hair.

Man, she was tired. Was it bed time? What time was it...She had her eyes closed, and was almost drifting out of it again when she heard someone near her and talking. She didn't respond for a while, before Olga finally uttered a small unintelligible sound of acknowledgment against the pole.

The usually chatty Cathy had nothing more to say after that, and kept her face pressed against the pole.

She took after her Guardian Cat and went limp as she was picked up, and didn't respond much, except that she was missing her light post.

Being brought into a warm space seemed to rouse her more though, not to mention the fact that the pain came stinging back. Oh, and it was suddenly really bright, and she was on something soft. "Nngh..." Her hands slowly came up in an effort to block up the light, but she was distracted by the blood on her hand. Her brows furrowed, as she tried to recall where she got that from. Her fingers then moved to touch her split bottom lip, and she winced before then touching the side of her bruised and swollen face.

She then moved her hands, pressing her palms against her eyes to block out the light.

"...My face hurts." She slurred, and seemed to be trying to think about something. "My ribs hurt. Side...Hnngh. It's bed time. It's bed time...I'm tired." There was a long pause. "What time is it...?"

Olga made a low groan, like the kid whose mom just told him he couldn't sleep any longer because he had to go to school. "But sleeps..." She fell silent again, trying to contemplate what was being asked. She just couldn't focus as well as she wanted to. "Ye....yeah. I think...yeah. Fight..." At the question of her name, she responded with, "Yeah." And when he asked who he was, Olga slowly lowered her hands and gave him a look.



"Yeah."

But yet she didn't say.

She turned her head to look around, and then looked mightily perplexed again. "...This...this isn't...my apartment." She looked at the bed sheet she was, and her brows knitted. She was trying to process some thoughts again, and it was a delayed reaction before she moved to sit up, swaying, and tried to swing her legs over the side of the bed. "Not my bed...gonna get it dirty." She made a move to stand.

Olga groaned. "Thread count." She gasped. She was worried, despite the haze, because Sergei liked expensive things and she felt this need to replace the sheets. As much as she wanted to push against the hands that were keeping her down, she couldn't, not with her head still swimming and pounding and affecting everything else.

She reluctantly laid back down, and her brows knitted again. Man, if only she could focus. She knew that she did know all these questions, she just couldn't easily call them to the forefront of her mind right now. "Um---S---So---O---Ol---" Wait. Olga suddenly tried to sit up again, despite the sudden jerk jarring her.

"Th-that guy---that---guy---" That guy had something. "I gotta---I gotta get---" That guy she had run into had taken something important and she had to go get it.

When Olga would look back in this morning, all the trauma and sad stuff aside, she'd be beside herself that she wasn't fully enjoying the situation. In Sergei's bed, with his hands all over her---

In a totally not romantic or even sexy way, but she'd take what she could get.

Alas, the panicked thought of a civilian who had his soul stolen had pushed it's way to the forefront of her mind. Even though somewhere deep down she knew there was nothing she could do for the man now, she couldn't accept that she had failed. Now she knew how Goretti felt.

"The guy---" She told the man as she was pushed back down, as if it was obvious. "The guy---I fought---he---he---" Her brows knitted and her lip twisted a bit before she grimaced from moving it. "Wait---" She stared at him. "It's not---Is it? No---it's not Tuesday, we can't talk about it---" She had to pause though, as he brought up Nadia, and stared hard at him for a long moment before she suddenly burst into laughter. "Nadia---" She gasped, and then immediately cringed and slapped her hand up to her lip. Ow. Ow. Ow. Laughing made it feel like it split open again.

"Nadia---Nadia doesn't roll out of bed until noon!" Her body shook in with laughter she was trying to suppress, incredibly skeptical at the thought that Nadia would come over at 4 AM, much less get out of bed, much less answer her phone. Just as suddenly once more though, Olga stilled, pale face somehow managing to go almost white as she stared at him.

"You wouldn't." She whispered, horrified. Because what if Nadia came over at 4 AM.

Olga groaned, again, her hands coming back up to press her palms against her eyes. There was no way, shape, or form she was going to push to try and call him on a bluff---it wasn't a bluff. He would, he knew it, and she knew it---and she'd rather face like one thousand youma than even imagine Nadia having woken up at 4 AM to come over and deal with---this. This mess.

On a good note, the threat was incredibly effective in giving her an adrenaline rush from fear. She felt more alert now---still in a world of pain, but more alert. She felt like she could form at least three strings of coherent thoughts now, and that was definitely an improvement.

She finally gave up trying to get out for the night---er---morning, and let herself sink into the bed. He was gone. The guy was gone, and along with the guy---the soul. It weighed heavy on her. "If I tell you now...it doesn't...it doesn't cancel our deal, yeah?"

Because that was very important.

"Oh, good." The relief was palpable, and she lowered her hands once more as she stared up at the ceiling, taking a few moments to try and piece together the day and events leading up to what had happened. Okay. School, lunch, more school, library, home for a bit, and then she went out to patrol. Right---

Olga released a loud breath as she lowered her hands to rest over her stomach, and kept staring at the ceiling as she pieced together the events. "I was...out patrolling. Just me. Um. Usual stuff. Dusting youma. Purse snatchers---but then there was...a chaos blip." Her brows knitted. "I found the guy---the Negaverse agent..." Olga trailed off for a moment, as the image of the man was suddenly intense in her mind. Remembering she was supposed to be explaining, she snapped out of it. "The guy---he was draining another guy---energy. I told him to stop and he---he just---" Olga lifted a hand and made a grasping motion. "He just took the other guy's soul. Like...like he was taking some milk out of the fridge---then he charged me."

She paused again, because things got a bit hazy here---the only thing she really knew for certain was that she got her bottom handed to her. "We fought. Well---I tried. He just...it was...just one blow after another. Relentless. I didn't really get many hits in---" But he obviously got them all on her. "Kept talking about killing me, but said he'd rather...let me live as a reminder? I...I think I blacked out after he hit me in the face again." She reached up to touch her bruised and swollen jaw lightly. "I woke up...not Sedna." Her hand fell and she clenched her fists.

"I couldn't save that guy. He took his soul. He just took it and---" Her lips twisted in dismay, and she grimaced once more at the pain of pulling her lip. "Characters like him just shouldn't exist outside of books and movies." She said quietly.