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 Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2018 8:12 am
Still wasn’t sure she believed in things like fate or coincidence, but sometimes she didn’t know how to describe when things happened. Possibly, when you wanted them bad enough, eventually they came into place. She hadn’t seen Officer Vetrov since that one night in the back of his cruiser, and it wasn’t for a lack of trying on her part. She had been looking. Wanted to see him again, even if that wasn’t the best idea, because he was directly tied to that unknown thing called her past. These fragments she had attached to him, they were so strong, and she found that she just couldn’t banish him from her mind.
The corrupt hadn’t been successful in finding him, until now. Purely by chance. Honestly, during a time when she wasn’t actively looking, of course.
It was around three in the morning when she had glanced at the large clock in the park she was in, having just finished collecting her quota and winding down. She had ditched her hat and coat somewhere earlier in the evening for the sake of ease, and was combing her fingers through her hair when she spotted him through some trees. He was on the park path, jogging, and her heart nearly stopped out of surprise, but she was quick to act.
The corrupt teleported, and set herself to appear on the park path right before him.
“Long time no see, Officer.” Stillwaterite greeted pleasantly enough, but she did not smile. “I’ve been trying to find you, but you’ve been a rather hard man to find...and I can’t help but feel like it’s on purpose.” She crossed her arms. “I can’t fathom why. We had a good time, didn’t we? You certainly enjoyed yourself.” She pinned him with her gaze and waited.
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3am jogs were Sergei’s personal time. It was his time to just go out and drain thoughts and work the days aches and pains into a good sweat before work. He wasn’t much of a sleeper and since his...tryst in the back of his WORK CAR, he had been keeping wide awake at night. Even the time with Cass, a mild distraction and unrelated party willing to listen to him, never cleared the dark fog that clouded his mind.
3am jogs were the perfect time to think about what he had done and where he possibly went wrong….or right, depending on who you asked. Deep in his heart, he knew what he had done was against his moral code, and he couldn’t tell Hurst about it. The man would hound him to death and Sergei was fairly sure it would be soon if his sister ever found out. How could he tell either of the two that he had slept with the corrupt form of his partner, when she had no memories of him, or anything...absolutely anything about their time. He had never been attracted to Olga….and by product, Sedna. She was like….Little sister’s friend. Partner. Friend (just barely).
3am jogs were great for trying to get rid of those feelings, but fate would not deem it so. He came to a stop, a little bit out of breath with a dark blue tank top tucked into gym shorts. He carefully removed the iphone wireless buds in his ears, looking at the tall corrupt and her garters and then her face before frowning.
“Am not at beck and call, Stillvaterite.” His accent came out a bit gruff and if he was going to be honest, he wasn’t sure how to face her. His face did not show that apprehension though, as a hand came to rest on his hip and took a deep breath. “Do not play game vith me.” He rose a brow, “You had good time too. Vas strings attached?” He didn’t want to be mean, but it came out that way. It was hard not to be when he was still trying to figure out just what the ******** he was, and should be thinking.
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“No one’s playing here, Officer, and I’m not the one running.”
She was not deterred. Something about the harshness of his attitude towards her was eerily familiar, like she had been on the receiving end many times before, and it made her want to punch a hole in it and watch it deflate. Determined to, even. What exactly compelled her? “See, I’m not here to dispute that I did have a good time. It was so good, I was looking to repeat it, but that’s hard when someone’s avoiding you, hm? Let’s tell it like it is.”
That strings question was loaded. It did make her smile, wryly. Oh so wryly. She understood what he was trying to suggest, but it was futile.
“That’s the problem.” She answered. “Is that there are strings. The cut and frayed remains of some that dangle above us.” Too short for her to make any sense of, but obvious enough that she knew it had meant something. “I didn’t put them there, wasn’t looking for them to be, but they are. Do you want to dispute that, Sergei?” She uttered his first name, because she knew it, despite the fact he never told her.
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“Vas Jogging. Healthier.” He corrected, ignoring her claim. He didn’t owe her explanations, and usually he never had. Well he did now, he mused, but he didn’t even know what he was . Her comment made a small laugh escape, and while he wanted to, oddly enough indulge her again, he wouldn’t. “Maybe I am not looking for second time eh Still?”
“Maybe I vill vork like alvays, cleaning up after your peoples messes. You are an enemy.” He had to be careful not to spill that he knew she was Sedna, his missing partner or that she had lost her memory. “I have seen remains of your side, and their side. It was a fool’s choice to indulge in lust.”
He was backing away now, intent on leaving her there. That was until she said his name. A name he did not give her. A name that only Olga would know. It made him pause and look over his shoulder, and the look was a look of anger.
“Dispute vhat strings? That you know me but I do not know you? I do not know how you knew my name.” he wanted to shake her, “Vhatever strings you have, I do not share.” not anymore. “Vhatever your issue is, I do not know.” He turned on his heel, upset that he couldn’t tell her exactly what was going on in his head. She got to remember parts of him, as she liked.
But he was working on knowing a whole new person. Practically a stranger.
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The corrupt stared at him, a brow slowly climbing into her bangs. He talked, and talked, and it all just screamed that he was holding back. Because she knew that he knew something, and it was starting to crawl under her skin that he just couldn’t admit it. He had a schooled expression for the most part, he was a cop, but there was just too much there for her to read...with an addition of some cliff notes in the form of fragments and pictures. Too many things that were falling into place to describe behaviors.
She almost moved when he started to pull back, but he paused, and after a moment she did move. Still approached, and came to stop in right front of him, blocking his path. Her arms remained crossed, but she kept her eyes on his. “You do know.” She stated, calmly. “Your name is on the back of two photos in a little Outlander wallet. One at a Naval graduation and one for the Police academy. You may not know me now, but you knew me then, and I’m not the one with the issue. It’s you, and it’s plain as day that your issue is me.”
She wished she completely understood why she felt so compelled, and why she wished she could compel him.
“You hold on so tightly to what you think is right and wrong, you demand honesty from me with no tolerance for anything less, but you do not give me the same. You speak of being honest and just and upholding it, but all I’m seeing from you now is that it’s a club to wield when it’s most convenient for you.” She heard an edge in her voice she didn’t know was there before.
“Withholding the truth is one step below lying, and it is all you have done since I found you. How is that just?”
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She was practically calling him out for knowing her powered side and her old civilian side and that was not good. It wouldn’t take a genius to figure out he was a knight if he told her that he was her former POWERED partner, and she would know that he was a knight. Who knew what she would do with that information? Corrupt him into the negaverse and make him like them? He shuddered at the thought, forced with no memories.
It bothered him that she adapted so well to it.
His body tightened in anger, clenching fist and jaw as she pushed all the buttons he didn’t want to hear from her. Silence was all she got until she finished and he waited until he was sure she was done before carefully formulating the words in his head.
He gritted his teeth, “I do not knov you. Hov can know you?” He cocked his head, “I am police officer, with lav. I have not met you until that night vhen….” He didn’t elaborate. “I do not knov you.” He said again, so she would understand. Because he didn’t. She wasn’t Olga and she wasn’t Sedna.
“I vant honesty because you knov more about me. You have pictures? But I have nothing of you.” Nothing left of his former partner. “Nothing to relate. Nothing to remember.” He rose a brow, “So how did you come with this picture? This vallet? Vho do it belong too?”
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2018 8:14 am
The corrupt studied his body during this whole encounter. She watched him as he responded to her words, through his physical cues. She could see him tense as much as she thought she felt it, and the clenching of his fists spoke volumes as well. Though, to an extent, on a certain level, he wasn’t wrong. He didn’t know her. Right now, and this she knew to be true. How fascinating...to have an inkling of where she came from, but know she wasn’t that person.
One simply couldn’t be someone they didn’t have the memories of.
“You get more honesty when you give it back in return.” The edge dissipated from her voice, now that he wasn’t trying to walk away and dismiss her, and she couldn’t help but smirk briefly. “Oh, I wouldn’t say you have nothing to remember of me right now, after all, we made a memory in the back of your cop car.” The humor fell from her voice. “I get it, Officer, you’re being careful, because you have to protect yourself…” She trailed off for a moment. “But if I wanted to turn you in, you’d be captured right now. There were enough slips last time to give me cause...but you’re not.” She wasn’t interested in reporting him. Even if it was what she should be doing. She wouldn’t. This...him...whatever this was. It was her secret to unravel. She had no desire in her to harm him. Quite the opposite.
“I woke up with the wallet.” Still answered. “It belonged to Sol Olga Sayle, but you already know that part.” Of that she was certain.
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Since she wasn’t accusing him anymore, though he was sure she hadn’t meant it that way, it was just his own mind making up that, he kept his clenched at his side. It was more of a mental reaction, then he could even realize. “Yes.” He didn’t blush, but he would not forget that night and it still haunted him. Both in a good way and a bad way. Good, because it had been….in short, amazing. Bad…..because what the hell was he doing?
His body actually visibly relaxed at her proclamation of his safety and he eyed her with a sort of curious awe, though it was hard to tell when one’s face was stoic. How quickly she put things together was surprising to him, and while her former self seemed less inclined to think, it seemed that Stillwaterite did. Not really a insult on her former self, she just happened to be more….rash. Naive. He scoffed.
“So, why not turn me in?” He crossed his arms now, raising his brow. “Vhat slips have given? That I am knowing of vhat goes boo in the dark.” He waved his hands and sighed. “Olga.” The name hung heavy in the air for him and his face fell before returning to the stern stoic.
“She vas a friend.” He looked at Still, “She vas annoying though. Not going to lie.” He smirked back and didn’t know why he was smirking because it meant he was teasing Still and why was he teasing Still when he couldn’t even figure out who Still was anymore. “She is dead, from vhat I had heard.” He looked at Still, “Does not explain vhy you have her vallet? Are you looking for Olga then?”
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The more they actually talked, Still found herself settling back into ease. Well, beyond ease, actually. They were talking, conversing, and she didn’t know why exactly, but it made her happy. Even with the heavy and mangled subject matter. She uncrossed her arms, and hands slid to rest on stocking clad hips instead. She gave him an amused smile. “I wasn’t lying when I said I didn’t want anything bad to happen to you. If I turned you in, something bad would happen. I wouldn’t be able to talk to you and...I want to talk to you.” Simple. “I want to get to know you. I may have a bit more on you than you have on me but...it’s not much.”
She raised a hand, and held up one finger. “You let me into your car, because you had an inkling of who I was.” Another finger. “You called this a war, and that’s very spot on term.” Another finger. “You weren’t surprised when I teleported, which means you’ve been exposed to it before.” She waggled her fingers at him. “Three strikes, Officer. It’s enough for an out.”
The corrupt lowered her hand back to her hip, and listened, and her expression turned contemplative. She could cross reference what Sergei was saying with what Beringia had said to her. They lined up. How curious, this Olga. This person she used to be. Friends with a cop, and apparently friends with a knight, too. Reckless and naive. But…
“...Were you really friends, Officer?” Still asked, and there was nothing accusatory about her tone. Just a desire to know the truth behind it, and she didn’t pull any punches. Machine promised they could figure out together who she would be that they would answer any questions about her past. With this tie to the past right in front of her though, who could answer more questions, she couldn’t help but want to uncover more. The loss. It was a siren’s call to be answered. “I’m not looking for her, because she is dead, because I was her, and nearly everything that made her was lost for me to where I am now. If she did have friends, would I be here?”
Once again, she tone was not accusatory. It was a question she wanted his answer to so that she could place the pieces. Machine said she had been alone, despite people like Beringia, Methone, and now Sergei saying they were friends...where had they been, when it happened? Why did she chose to go, if they were all friends?
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Damn, Still’s awareness. How could he argue when she put it all together so well? His hands uncurled and he relaxed, arms crossing over his chest in his natural pose. He contemplated her for awhile before shrugging.
“There is not much you can do if I face danger, nov is there?” He shrugged, “There are those higher than you. There are those vho….” He struggled with a word, “vho vill one day demand those vho know something to be offed. That is vars. Vars have no innocents anymore.” No, anyone that was innocent had to fight for their life.
He sighed and ran a hand through his short hair. There was a loaded question if he ever had one.
“No.” Since he didn’t argue that she wasn’t Olga, he continued on. “You vere more like puppy. Following around.” He waved his hand, “Goal vas to become friends, but my sister….you vrote letters for years. She loved you.” His hand dropped, and the anger came back. “She loved you and searched for you. You did not leave villing….” He stopped, “That is vhat is vhat I vas told. Did not die villing. Died in captivity. That is vhat she told me.” He couldn’t let on that he was related to Methone but he didn’t think Still would take long to figure it out. “My sister? She is in var.” He said instead.
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“There’s plenty I can and will do, Officer, until I am physically incapable of anymore.”
As the corrupt listened, she found herself in an odd spot. Musing, contemplative, concerned (because there was now a conflict of information), and still at the root of it, too distant. Hearing what she had been like in the past---it was like listening to a fictional story of someone else. She wasn’t like anything he described, now. She felt nothing solid that made her relate. Glimpses, flashes, yes. More attachment and strong feelings of fondness and adoration to some than others, but nothing more substantial. Letters...friends...it did make her think of that transcendent eternal, Methone. So forward, so familiar with her, so relieved to see her…it was an interesting tidbit that Still filed away. She would not pursue it right now. It was a delicate line of information giving and receiving they walked...if she stayed ‘ignorant’ to a certain degree, she wasn’t obligated to act.
She needed to talk to Machine, soon, too. Things weren’t adding up, and she was going to straighten it out. All these loose ends blowing in the breeze. Still had been looking past the man while she mulled over her thoughts, but focused back on him with alacrity when she spoke. “I see.” Was all she said, and there was a pause before she added, “But you don’t really know then, do you? What if I wanted to go?” Her focus on him sharpened, and she continued.
“Yet, despite you saying no...you’re so angry when you look at me. You ran from me. You’re upset for your sister, I can see, but I’m also starting to see something else.” Though her voice grew softer, it did not diminish the burning curiosity and desire she had to know. “Why are you so angry when you look at me, Sergei?”
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“Because you are not Olga.” He said simply after sighing and as if remember the chat with Cass. “You are not Olga, and that makes it hard to know vho you are. Should I trust you? Vhy do I trust you?” He shook his head. “I have image of former of you, and nov, you are nev person.”
The anger started to bubble again. “You have no inkling. Vanted to go? Hov do you knov? How do you knov anything? You are just a nev version. Nev person and yet you come to me still and expect me to treat you same. Treat you like person, but I don’t knov vho you’ve vanted to be.”
He shook his head, “Do not regret sleeping vith you. That is a fool’s ideal. But it does mean that I am thinking about it and vhat it means for future. I have to adjust to his nev you. You cannot force it on me.”
He looked away. “I am not a conquest or prize or goal. I am simple man.”
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Still cocked her head as she looked at him, listening. Yes, she had told him that earlier, but it seemed like now it was finally starting to settle in. She could understand that. Anger associated with having to accept that what one knew was no longer.
“How do you know?” She asked. “Were you there, Officer?” Unlike the man, her voice lacked any heat. “I know because I ask questions, and I take the time to learn.” As he continued, Still closed the distance between them, and reached up. A pale hand cupped his cheek, and she turned his head back towards her. She looked him in the eyes, and it was with calm and certainty that she replied. “So get to know me. Learn. Ask questions. The only forcing I’m having to do right now, Officer, is getting you to listen. You’re right. You need to get to know me, and I want to get to know you better.”
To see where all these fragments of emotions and flecks of memories came from attached to him.
Her lips couldn’t help but quirk into an amused smirk, but her reply wasn’t any less genuine. “I don’t want to conquer you. You’re not a trophy I want to put on a shelf, or a goal I want to accomplish and then move on from.” He was funny, in a rather endearing way. The way he just seemed to...pout. “There is something here, and I want to see where it goes.”
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“I am not good man.” He stared down at her, “I will not be...faithful.” He nodded, “Exclusive. I cannot offer you that.”
But he did, deep down still want to get to know this Still...this new Olga. The problem though he thought, was when she was a civilian. They had this time here. He would need to be careful about that as well.
It felt like walking on the tightrope with no net underneath to catch him if he fell.
“I am not going to be good.” He sighed, resigned to the fate that he could not escape Sedna, nor the new being that wore her skin. The attraction was there, he thought.
His sister would be thrilled. He reached out and tugged on her long ponytail. “Vould not mind another night.” He said, as if he hadn’t just throw a giant fit over their first night. It wasn’t full acceptance, he thought, but it was a step.
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Still blinked, taken a bit by surprise, and then laughed. “Woah, there, Officer.” She said, raising her free hand. “I’m ready to start getting to know you better, and you’re jumping the gun talking about commitment? Maybe I should call you cowboy, instead.” She teased. “I’m not expecting anything from you right now---just your time.” She smiled. “But, you know, don’t go telling me about others. I might start getting jealous. Ignorance is bliss, hm?”
Color her further surprised when he did a 180 but...perhaps she couldn’t say she was really surprised. “Oh. I’m glad to hear you say that.” She replied, as her hand left his cheek. Both of her hands dropped to between them, and her fingers brushed along the skin under the bottom hem of his gym shorts. “Because~” She pressed her fingers against the skin, and started to drag them up. “I didn’t believe you when you said otherwise. Everytime you look at me...your eyes always go here, first.” On both his thighs, fingers traced the shape of where her garter belts were on her own thighs, and she grinned, fingers pausing.
“It’s pretty early and I think we’re still fairly alone. Did you want to add a possible case of public indecency to your record, Officer?”
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Sergei didn’t know really, again, how to interact with the sudden onslaught of her confidence. It was just too new to him. “Is because I am still thinking of old Olga.” He sighed, “Vould not think her….that vay.” He slapped her hands gently away, even as she came onto him.
“I am officer of lav.” He rose a brow over at her, before looking around. “At least use forest for cover.”
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She just laughed, but her hands came back up to loop around his neck, and it was then she teleported them for some cover.
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