01. ( voice )

[sunflowersunday]

[ For a moment, there's only the sound of someone fiddling with a found terminal. A few may recognize the childish voice with the heavy Russian accent muttering to himself and humming happily in interest. ]

Hmmmm! Is this...

[ He cautiously (and audibly) presses a few keys that do absolutely nothing. Still, whoever is doing this seems pretty enthralled with the device. ]

Ah! Says it is "recording." Am I to leave a prerecorded message? Hello!

[ --and welcome to your nightmare-- ]

It seems like a dreamworld, this place! Perhaps it is. Would be only logical, especially considering I have yet to hear a certain country's grating voice! A small relief I have been afforded. At least for now. Too long without and I will begin to miss that undercurrent of fear. The uncertainty of annihilation is much more unnerving than simply not knowing where you are.

And then it comes to that, for any others that may hear this. I have no memories of getting here. The blankness in my head and the uncertainty of my circumstances are indeed troubling!

[ He only sounds vaguely unnerved. Mostly curious. ]

But, should one of my friends here this--Lithuania? East?--please come inside the large palace. I have yet to explore, but I'm sure I will find you! You know I always do.

[ Russia laughs lightly to himself before continuing to press buttons. ALSO NOTING sorry if I'm slow, last week of classes before finals @_@ ]

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[sunflowersunday.livejournal.com]

only where it is warranted! is a sad state of affair swhen social injustice runs so rampant.

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[sunflowersunday.livejournal.com]

how terrible! clearly i can not stand idly by and allow this to continue.

oh! i have not formally introduced myself. silly me. i am russia... or the soviet union, or ussr, but i most commonly go by russia.

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[sunflowersunday.livejournal.com]

you as well, comrade terezi.

is that what i smell like? hmm! in that case, i will wait for you. 8)

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[turn4bout.livejournal.com]

[ eventually, wherever the fuck Russia is, Terezi will be. It's like some magnet of communism and glory drew these two characters together.

or the fact that she can sniff you out and was only asking for russia's location to not being fucking impolite.

also she no longer walks in eway. she jetpacks. she will be jetpacking. ]

Russia: Greet comrade.

[sunflowersunday.livejournal.com]

[ Today has been a day full of surprises for Russia. He's half convinced he's been bombed and/or captured and this is all a drug-induced dream before he wakes up to be interrogated by the capitalists.

The only reason he's only half convinced is because that would mean America is better than him. Which he isn't. SO HAH.

Anyway that was only vaguely relevant to what's happening now. Russia, once bored of fiddling with a random hallway terminal, leans against the wall and waits for Terezi to sniff him out. Like a dog. ...LAIKA ;o;

But there is no time to mourn his ill-fated companion, because holy shit jetpack. That is the only surprising thing about this scenario, but really, after everything, he gets over the shock rather quickly. Have a grin. He applauds your avoidance of doors. ]

Comrade Terezi! Is nice to meet you in person, and your...

[ He curiously eyes the jetpack. ]

...miniature airplane?

[ Jutting his hand out to shake hands. ]

Terezi: Touchdown.

[turn4bout.livejournal.com]

[ Like the command in the subject line, you land in the most awesomely graceful burst of dragon-esque fire and awesome ever. Perfect 10s in the Beijing Olympics.

Insert handshake here. ]

[sunflowersunday.livejournal.com]

[ Terezi is to jetpack landings as Plushenko to ice skating. ]

I've heard you can get nearly anything from the closets. While I may not compete with the splendor of yours, I'm sure I can think of a few things that will keep me content.

[ His grin sharpens a bit. ]

Besides, there is more than one way to make an entrance.

Ah! But that is not the issue at hand. May I ask first... how is it that you sniffed me out?

[turn4bout.livejournal.com]

[ Multiple ways to make an entrance, eh? This will be a beautiful topic of sharing and learning for the two, I believe. ]



[ For emphasis, she leans in close and sniiiiiiiffs. ]



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[sunflowersunday.livejournal.com]

[ If you expected him to be uncomfortable, he's not. He can appreciate a creeper. He just stands and smiles. It helps that he probably towers over her. ]

Correct. What a skill indeed! I believe that "sharpness" you are smelling is vodka.

[ Oh wow what is that compliment even. His eyebrows might even shoot up in surprise/confusion/a bit of embarrassment. Welp. At least she isn't Belarus. There's always that. Once he gets over the momentary lapse, he smiles again, a bit more warmly this time. ]

Is that so? Yours is lovely as well. Very nice smile. Sharp, as you would say.

[ Also shark teeth. Russia tilts his head a bit, trying to get a look at her eyes behind her glasses. ]

Am to assume special taste is also a skill of yours?

[turn4bout.livejournal.com]

[ Almost as if prompted, her tongue darks out, tasting the air. ]

[sunflowersunday.livejournal.com]

Like a viper.

[ it's a compliment, really. ]