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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.]

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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[It's clear from the look on the girl's face that she's suspicious, but all she gets in return is what could be an insolent look as Gemini doubles down waiting for her to move on.

She's quite content to follow the girl for as long as necessary, because there's something in her eyes that tells Gemini she's up to no good.]

[There's no question in Natasha's mind that it's not normal for an animal to wait that patiently, but eventually, after enough time has passed, she will press on ward.

How much of a pay off that might be for Gemini remains to be seen. She's mostly getting the lay of the ship, figuring out where she can get to and from through these ducts. Not exactly innocent, but not immediately interesting either.]

[Gemini's not exactly the most patient of women, or rather furry little critters at this particular moment. But she's done enough scouting of these ducts to know how useful they are in getting around without being seen. This girl is up to something she's sure of it.

The furry space rodent darts forward, slipping past Natasha and darting on around a corner. Should Natasha follow she'll find a dirty blonde girl around her age staring at her curiously.]

Hey. What are you doing in here?

[Natasha looks around for the rat, at first not paying attention to the other girl. Though already, she has suspicions.]

How did you get here?

[The girl Gemini's become has big blue eyes and she uses them to peer innocently at Natasha.]

From that way. [She gestures vaguely over her shoulder.] I answered yours so you should answer mine.

[Natasha is the last person to be drawn in by an innocent face, and her caution doesn't abate at the other girl's answer, but she does submit to the question.]

Nothing. Just staying out of the halls. I didn't expect to run into anyone else.

Neither did I. [That at least is honest.]

You not want the grown-ups to see you? Are you in trouble?

[The girl is nosy, but that's not entirely unnatural.]

Not yet. I'd just rather not deal with them.

[Very nosy, but hey she's currently a small girl and can get away with it, or so Gemini hopes.]

You in trouble or something?

[Very nosy.]

Like I said. Not yet. Nothing to be in trouble for right now.

Not yet? You will be in trouble then?

Who knows? I can't tell you the future.

[It's not impossible.]

[She digests that for a moment, beginning to realise she won't get anything out of this girl with the strangely familiar features. So she changes tack, turning rapidly hostile.]

You're not welcome here if you're going to cause trouble. These are my ducts, leave.

I did not say I was going to cause trouble.

[She just isn't about to rule out the possibility that she might.]

I'm staying out of it.

You look like trouble. Go away before I make you.

[She wants to see if her instincts about this girl having training are right.]

Make me if you want, but do not make threats.

Alright then. [The Gemini-child barrels forward hands outstretched, trying to grab hold of Natasha's hair.]

[An attack like that, Natasha doesn't have a problem responding to—and she does quickly and mercilessly. She grabs the other girl's wrists and twists her her around, intending to throw the girl to the floor.]

[Now that's more like it! She gives a surprised squawk for effect as she's suddenly hefted around and hits the floor. Her leg's already lashing out in response, aiming a sloppy kick at the girl's knee. Just how good is she?]

[More than good enough to handle a sloppy kick like that. Her eyes narrow as she braces for the kick, taking it in the shin rather than the knee.]

This is your last warning: stop this now.

[No shout of pain, somebody's a tough cookie. A small fist is curled and sent flying right at Natasha's nose.]

No! Get out, this is my home not yours!

[That's enough for Natasha. She catches the other girl's fist and falls back, pulling her off balance and planting a solid foot in her middle as she kicks up.

In this tight of confines, that means hitting the wall, or the ceiling.

It's a merciless response to an attack.]

Ahhh!

[The cry of pain is entirely for effect, her small frame impacting the duct with a loud 'whump' and she falls to her knees whimpering, a hacking cough bringing up what looks like a little blood. She's obviously having trouble breathing.]

[Natasha scrambles back, watching the girl's distress closely. It doesn't seem like a ploy, but she doesn't intend to take that risk.]

[Gemini swung out a fist as one last gesture of defiance, clutching at her chest with her other hand, her eyes full of pain.]

You...you.

[With that she keels over, her small frame stilling as she collapses face first onto the duct floor.]

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