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driftfleet2016-11-16 12:46 pm
outstandingbalance) wrote in driftfleet2016-11-16 12:46 pm
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Who: Natasha Romanoff
Broadcast: Fleedwide
Action: Iskaulit to start with
When: 16 Nov
Video
[The broadcast is brief and obviously accidental. A young girl's face appears on screen, confused and tense, then almost at once her brows draw down and together in an intense frown. Her expression is dark and thoughtful as the feed shakes, then cuts out entirely.
For those paying attention, the corridors off the Islaulit can be identified behind her before the transmission ends.]
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[When she wakes up, a young Natasha finds herself in what appears to be a small dance studio. Unfamiliar, but not too shocking. The mirror, the barre, the wood flooring, are all things she's accustomed to. It isn't where she expects to be, but it is somewhere she would expect to wake up in a general sense, in a general way.
Waking up somewhere strange isn't completely shocking either.
It's not until she ventures out into the rest of the Iskaulit that she starts feeling out of her depth. She can't place where she is, even where she might be. There's no outside. The structures are nothing like she's scene before. The computers are completely alien to her. The people are worse. She avoids them, of course. At least at first. Sneaking through shadows and hidden corners, in ducts if she's lucky enough to find access. She observes what she can, trying to work together the situation as she can, applying what training she can. But how much she can do is limited.
Tiny spy is out of her depth.
Which is what forces her to come out of hiding. (Maybe that was the point?)
When she finally lets herself be approached, she's already determined to put on a lost, scared face. It's for the best. That way people will underestimate her. Trust her more. It's a good plan.
The expression might not be entirely fake, though, and she can't entirely hide her suspicious skittishness. The end effect isn't entirely unlike a stray cat begging for food.]
((OOC: Augment glitch? Come play with smol murder ballerina.))
Broadcast: Fleedwide
Action: Iskaulit to start with
When: 16 Nov
Video
[The broadcast is brief and obviously accidental. A young girl's face appears on screen, confused and tense, then almost at once her brows draw down and together in an intense frown. Her expression is dark and thoughtful as the feed shakes, then cuts out entirely.
For those paying attention, the corridors off the Islaulit can be identified behind her before the transmission ends.]
Action
[When she wakes up, a young Natasha finds herself in what appears to be a small dance studio. Unfamiliar, but not too shocking. The mirror, the barre, the wood flooring, are all things she's accustomed to. It isn't where she expects to be, but it is somewhere she would expect to wake up in a general sense, in a general way.
Waking up somewhere strange isn't completely shocking either.
It's not until she ventures out into the rest of the Iskaulit that she starts feeling out of her depth. She can't place where she is, even where she might be. There's no outside. The structures are nothing like she's scene before. The computers are completely alien to her. The people are worse. She avoids them, of course. At least at first. Sneaking through shadows and hidden corners, in ducts if she's lucky enough to find access. She observes what she can, trying to work together the situation as she can, applying what training she can. But how much she can do is limited.
Tiny spy is out of her depth.
Which is what forces her to come out of hiding. (Maybe that was the point?)
When she finally lets herself be approached, she's already determined to put on a lost, scared face. It's for the best. That way people will underestimate her. Trust her more. It's a good plan.
The expression might not be entirely fake, though, and she can't entirely hide her suspicious skittishness. The end effect isn't entirely unlike a stray cat begging for food.]
((OOC: Augment glitch? Come play with smol murder ballerina.))
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Her expression probably makes it clear enough, though.]
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[And it's been made clear throughout Natasha's training that's t be aspired to.]
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The bullets run out, I believe. Much like you and the rest of the others.
[ Because there are others. There always are. ]
If you are a gun, then be a gun. Be discarded. Be wasted until the next better thing comes along.
Are you a gun?
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I have more in common with a gun than with most school girls.
[Hedging the real answer.]
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What are you?
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[Or one in training.]
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Then be that. Don't add guns and other metaphors into it.
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But training is never enough. It never will be. The world is big. It gets bigger.
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[ The element of surprise, after all, is not reliable. ]
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[Nothing really lasts.]
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That seems like very bad training on their part.
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To limit to the realistic is dangerous thinking.
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