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 Posted: Mon Feb 24, 2014 5:30 pm
Teaching
Kostya smoothed back her hair with his thumb, shaking his head. "Good luck," he said, and knowing Caelius, she'd need it.
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Posted: Mon Feb 24, 2014 5:32 pm
Harvest Moon
"All off-island," Kostya specified with a grimace. "Prefer to find good shape starter, then seeds. Good mix of both."
He could make something for himself, with this. He could put his need to be of use to good work.
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Posted: Mon Feb 24, 2014 5:34 pm
Post-Promotion
Kostya walked into her room, new coat in his arms. He sat down on the bed, thumbing the gold of sickles crossed, of the black in the bars, of the evidence that he'd done well.
"I did it," he said, smiling, a distant look in his eyes, looking at something far away from where he was. The sound of four shots echoing with a crack into the forest, and if there had been birds they surely would have scattered.
But woodland creatures avoided places of sickness, and that park had been an contamination site in need of quarantine.
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Posted: Tue Feb 25, 2014 2:02 am
Teaching
"Spasiba." She gave herself another look and decided that yes, this was the best course of action for vetting Kostya's new division. People were most comfortable around people who looked a little like themselves, right?, Since Caelius was a Hot Angry teacher, she would also be a Hot Teacher.
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Posted: Tue Feb 25, 2014 2:11 am
Harvest Moon
The desire to build and grow not just herself but everything around her had become a driving force for America. Combining that with sunlight and fresh turned earth and green green green life, filled her with a joy that was almost painfully apparent. As they talked about the specifics of it, the girl took his hand and held it tight.
Thank you for being exactly you which lets me be so very much myself.
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Posted: Tue Feb 25, 2014 2:18 am
Harvest Moon
With one hand, he took notes on a steno pad with a pilfered pen (it read: PROPERTY OF LIFE DIVISION, a*****e), nodding and making plans. This would increase his ability to provide food for himself and his, while decreasing his costs by nearly twenty five percent, were it to succeed.
With the other hand, he held onto her, occasionally pulled around to look at this or sketch a diagram of that, working out the best place for their garden of paradise.
"Otto delete video," he said, in a lull, "of self during horrible shampoo hallucinate. Made crown of tin foil, America, vith cape of bed sheet. He is being a good man."
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Posted: Tue Feb 25, 2014 2:32 am
Post-Promotion
Leaning close, one arm around his back, America looked down at the new coat, caught between pride and trepidation. "There was never a bit of doubt." Not about whether or not he'd succeed, never that. The doubts came from what would come after. There were a lot of things she valued in Konstantin, and if put to question, she'd have to admit that following orders was the least of him. It was the easiest and most obvious part of what made him the hunter that he was, but it didn't compare to mild smiles and sideways humor, not even close to offered hands and a flour streaked nose.
She didn't want to lose the man that mattered to the machine he looked so admiringly towards.
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Posted: Tue Feb 25, 2014 2:45 am
Harvest Moon
"It's because your a good man, as well," America nodded to herself. "If you weren't, no doubt he wouldn't have thought twice about continuing on such as you were."
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Posted: Tue Feb 25, 2014 2:51 am
Post-Promotion
Kostya leaned into her, pleased with himself. He had the utmost of faith in what he'd done and the cause he'd done it for. There was blood on his hands-- in the literal sense, slick then congealed then peeled then washed away-- but they had not been useful.
He'd saved them.
All things considered, he was off to an excellent start.
"It took very long time," Kostya said, a bit sheepish. "Almost two year. Vas content to stay ..." In a mutually un-beneficial relationship, where he was the host and she was a parasite, "...vhere I vas."
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Posted: Tue Feb 25, 2014 7:35 pm
Artifacts?
Sitting bolt upright, America turned to Kostya with a manic gleam in her eyes, "Artifacts!"
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Posted: Wed Feb 26, 2014 12:31 pm
No Artifacts
Kostya gave her the closest thing she'd ever see to an evil eye. "Nyet," he said, obvious distaste in his tone, face, and posture. "Never again. Spend entire day running over and over until could find vun, took maybe fifteen times, is unpleasant, stuck in area for almost tventy four complete hour because Mimsy and also me not vant to give up--"
He wagged a finger at her. "Nyet."
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Posted: Wed Feb 26, 2014 1:53 pm
Artifacts!
Crossing her arms, mouth set, America countered sharply, "So it may take a couple days, but an artifact like Rep's could be the difference between life and death. It'll be worth it."
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Posted: Wed Feb 26, 2014 1:57 pm
NO ARTIFACTS
Kostya tapped his pointer finger on his left hand, sterling silver edges with green and blue in the middle. "Have own artifact, America, am not going to find another. Ask Obadiah, ask anyvun else, but do not be making me do this again." He folded his arms, too. "Besides, am going on leave."
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Posted: Wed Feb 26, 2014 2:00 pm
Artifacts.
She looked away from him, disappointment clear on her face, but the girl nodded. She wasn't happy, but Konstantin did enough, he deserved time for himself. America looked at him again, displeased features gentling just slightly, "Okay. I hope you have a nice leave."
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Posted: Wed Feb 26, 2014 2:17 pm
Artifact Victory
"Good luck, and hope run is shorter than own." He reached out to poke her sullen face. "No pouting. Vill be fine. Vant anything from stores?"
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