6526/Booze and bad ideas.

Booze and bad ideas.
Date of Scene:	15 February 2019
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Crimson Dynamo, Kid

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Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    The Soviet union's mutant policies, were a genocide in all but name. The Russian Federation hasn't been a whole lot better, forcing most kids into mandatory federal service or risk the gulag. A few have been front and center on the big Russian teams, hell Ursa Major fought beside no less than seven different Crimson Dynamos over the years. Granted, the Major has been missing for years now. God only knows what deep dark hole they threw him into, not one the Dynamo could rescue him from obviously. Now whilst the Dynamo has never participated in "youth collection efforts", they have fought mutant rebels on more than a few occasions.

    Galina then, well you could call it "off sides" for sure. If Moscow has any idea where she is after she slipped her FSB minders, they'd be having kittens for certain. In America though, well the Crimson dynamo is a relative unknown outside of her trademark armor. If anyone has spotted her, well nobody's had the balls to say anything yet.

    No she's just a chick with a bright red mechanical left arm, covered in scrawled cyrillic sharpie. Her left eye a mass of scar tissue and a brilliant red prosthetic eye. She doesn't need to advertise she's a hard case then, because folks seem to steer clear all by themselves. Saddled up to the end of the bar all by herself, seemingly content to trade hard cash for cheap beer and smoke her cigarettes. Not that solitary tough customers are likely rare around here, but likely few could be categorized as cyborgs.

Kid has posed:
Considering where she was, most folks hardly payed it much mind. The club was a hang for folks of many ages, teens, old folks, adults, you name it, they had it. Of course the younger fellas were carded to make sure they were old enough to drink - they were rather strict about that. And about trouble too.

This becomes evident when one of the bouncers straight up lifts a drunken trouble maker. Quiet, the massive person carries them back to the exit, folks quickly moving out of the way - as this particular bouncer screamed anger and aggression. He unceremoniously tosses the drunkard out non too gently before walking back in. He seems to be making gestures to one of his co-workers.

Around folks seem to be whispering, some saying "Yea really think he's a mutant?" with another reply "Nah man, he definintly one of those gorillas." another says "Where did they even find this guy. He knocked out George, yea know, the fella who tosses cars like toys" The whispers go on like that. It was a quiet day so it was mostly shooting the wind.

None the less, this bouncer, the apparent gorilla, walks over by Galina and takes a seat next to her, with a beastly yawn as if tired. His eyes go over to her....look her up and down...and give pause on the mechanical arm. He begins to sign 'What happened to your arm?' getting right to the point, as well as seeing if she can understand.

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    Theres a pause there, watching the signing for a moment before shaking her head. "I do not know American Sign language, Russian only."Comes her, heavily accented reply. Instead she sources a stack of cocktail napkins and slides them down to kid, before following with a simple sharpie. Still, it's always the arm or the eye. So yeah, she takes a wild guess there.
    "Al Goled, is a city in Northern Sudan. Got into a fight with a very large man, very strong. Covered in armor, like crocodile. He damaged my armor badly, his friends used American anti-tank weapon called 'Javelin'. Took my arm, took my eye."She lifts that arm for examination, because well how often do you get to see Russian prosthetics honestly? Covered in cyrillic, save for the single black bar stenciled over where her bicep might be. It's built light, sleek even. "I took their lives, I made it last. Fair trade, is how it goes yes?"

Kid has posed:
Kid slides the sharpie and napkin away. He easily swaps to Russian Sign Language, as if he had gestured it all his life 'More or less. If you try and kill somebody, expect them to try and kill you back. Your more or less asking for it at that point'. He clearly admires the arm and seems to compare it to his own furry one. He than goes back to signing once again 'Never heard of this Javelin, but than again history of any country is usually not in my interest if I am honest. Sorry you lost you arm and eye though. But eh, least you got a neat arm for it.'
    This lady seemed friendly enough. He signs 'I am Jua, Jua Madala. Guess welcome to America, for all that means' he shrugs, as if it was just a phrase he heard others say.

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    Theres a thin line of a smile, but it's a smile. "Is pleasure, Jua Madala. It is my first time in America, and first time for many things."Pausing there to dip her head as she chains up another cigarette, before exhaling slowly. "Is first time meeting Gorilla, you're bigger in person than the photos."Then again, she's used to Ursa Major so no. "I am called Galina Nemirovsky."

    And thats it, this kid seated at the tables jumps to his feet. Mutant rights T-shirt, and a hipster chic jacket that likely cost a few hundred easy. Pointing animatedly as he lifts his voice. "I knew it, you -bitch-. You're her, you're the Crimson Dynamo! They ought to drag you out back and shoot you, you're a fucking war criminal!"The joint falls quiet, and all eyes settle on Galina.

    Casually, she sets that coat on the bar and rolls to her boots. Glancing over towards Jua as she rolls her shoulders. "I believe my new friend, I may be making trouble for you. May I?"

Kid has posed:
Kid signs 'Not sure how many times I have been in america. Could be once, could be 30 times' he shrugs. 'But I'll take that as a compliment. Nice to meet you Galina.' he actually gives a smile back. And than it seems all hell is about to break loose.

And...evidently 'Crimson Dynamo' doesn't spark any sort of recognition in Kid. And frankly he didn't quite care. He signs to Galina "No. Its my job. Sides, give me a chance for something else..." what that something else is is hard to say.

The rather intimidatingly sized gorilla slowly stands to his feet, and actually turns a dial on an odd bracer he was wearing. This time when he signed, it was followed by a male synthetic voice. "Look Kid, I don't care what the hell your going on about. But start trouble and I'll be taking you out myself. She like you and anyone else who is here in this damn country legally has the right to be here till the owner or manger says otherwise. Do I make myself clear?" which is followed up by cracking his knuckles....and disturbingly enough his watch follows up with the sound of someones neck snapping. Yea a few folks back up from the rilla.

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    Predictably, the punk sits right back down. He's going to tweet -so- hard about the immorality of all of this, surely.

    "You could have let me go for a few minutes, Jua."It's -almost- a complaint, but well not even Galina is up for getting into a scuffle with a god damned Gorilla in the joint keeping the peace. So after a moment, she settles back down and pitches a few more bills on the counter top. "The ones who really get to me, are like that. It's always what -they- should do, but never what he will do. All talk, all angry words but not brave enough to dirty his hands."She does flag a few bills for whatever Jua is having, because one good turn clearly deserves another right?

    "Is nice country, just too soft. Full of soft people, never faced any difficulty in life. American Heroes are always coming over, play tough with the big bad Russians. Always run home, or get flown home on a stretcher."And a pause as Galina snags herself another beer. "You get beat on a little, you learn not to run your mouth unless you want a fight. Sometimes it seems only way to teach people to keep their mouth shut, is to break their jaw."and well, obviously not denying the title of Dynamo.

Kid has posed:
     Jua sits back down with a grunt. He turns back to Galina turning the bracer off. "Could have, but my job is to keep fights from happening, and that is what I will do" he signs. And judging by the look on his face - yea he wasn't afraid to take her on either. He signs "Sides, its a waste of time to fight someone who doesn't fight back if what you want is a fight." he grins and turns down the voloumn of his bracer "If you want a fight than you go for the arenas hidden below the city."

    Jua ohhhs noticing the extra bills. He begins to sign and the bartender cuts him off "No. Your still underage Jua. But we do have mango juice now" which seemed to do fine by the gorilla who eagerly takes a large stein of the fruity nector.

He takes a big drink, listening to Galina. he signs "Well that sounds like your full of shite. Never understood humans and their divisions. Plenty of folks here do shitty lives. And I bet plenty in Russia do to. And likewise plenty in russia have the good life...plenty in america do as well" he shrugs and signs further "End of the day, screw it. Doesn't really matter if your russian, chinese, american, mexican. Just screw it all. Long as you can protect your home planet why does it matter. Yea think folks would have gotten over this whol us vs them idiocy."

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    "Humans are not kind creatures, not by default. We are pack animals, who have difficulty in understanding our place in the world when the tribe we belong to is too big. So we decide we are different from them, better. Then comes the violence, something we do very well."Theres a glance there at the underage remark, but well she lets it go. "We can not live in utopia, Fascist, socialist or capitalist. It is not a matter of religion, ideology or society. It is human nature to create divisions and make war, it is just how we are."

    "I am Crimson Dynamo, is true. I fight for the prolitariat without complaint, but if you remain silent for too long they begin to make presumptions. Because my armor is red, marxists think I fight only for them. Because I am the army, ultra nationalists think I fight only for them. Because I am Russian, politicians think I fight only for them. They see with clouded eyes, so you must show them clearly who you are and why you fight. When people speak falsely, you must correct them or they begin to get wrong thoughts about you."And a pause as she drains that bottle in a single long pull. "I fight because I like the violence, and because I don't have anything else I'm good at. Employment opportunities are not very good for retired hero of the people."

Kid has posed:
"Wonder how true that is for rillas" he signs, indicating he either wasn't raised around other gorillas or has had little experience with them. Perhaps he was in a sense a reflection of humans considering he generally aggressive demineer. He than signs "Also, I have no idea what have that stuff is. Crimson Dynamo? Prlitariat? Even ultra nationlist is a new one for me...or marxists. I am having to...learn alot." which doesn't seem to bother him.
    "But I am sure your good at more than violence. But hey, if you like it, more power to you" he signs before taking a big swig of mango juice. "Perhaps this is me being stupid, but eh. But i always hated the idea of 'it is their nature' as if every person is the same deep down. But guess to each their own experiences in the world. You know?" a pause "....but guess your kind of lucky."

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    "Crimson Dynamo, is armor like American Iron man. Just much bigger, and much better. Last member of the Winter Guard left alive, Winter Guard is like American Avengers yes?"Theres a humm there as she puffs her cigarette. "Prolitariat is the people who work for a living, laborers, mechanics, cooks, farmers. The regular people, like you. Ultra-nationalist is one step from being a Nazi, people who believe that their country is the best so fuck everyone else. Marxist, is complicated. Is political ideology which sought to empower the prolitariat, but it was a failure. Marxism gave way to Stalinism, which evolved to become communism as we know it today. Russia was Communist until the early nineties, when the country had a revolution."The Russian army of course, has a whole week of study devoted to such things for obvious reasons.

    "My family were always soldiers, going well back before the great patriotic war. I have never been anything but a soldier, even before the Armor I was VDV. I don't even dislike being a soldier, it gives me stability and order yes? I do not dislike being the Dynamo, but I am the last one there will ever be. It feels wrong to quit just because I'm tired, makes me feel weak."Theres a shrug there, chaining up another cigarette. "Long Suffering service is the Russian way."

Kid has posed:
"Sounds like an aweful life" is all Kid signs to that. "As for who has the better armor" he shrugs "I will decide that if I ever get my hands on the specs. Of course people have been to know to exgaerate and inflate their own stuff, so even those are debatable. But better than folks since yea need them to do upgrade and all that" he signs.
    None the less Kid was an attentive listening. But he lets out a beastial laugh. "Well Gal, this is a first for me. I never been a 'regular person'. This here is my first job truth be told...first real job anyways." he is quiet a moment "But guess anything else is just in the past. Still will give you this much, you at least know your history"

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
"It is life, and it is indeed fairly awful."Theres a shrug there, before she pitches a few more bills on the counter. "I served on a team with a fourteen foot mutant bear that talked, and he was a very good friend to me. You are normal people to me, do not let people tell you otherwise."Galina rolls to her boots oncemore, casting a glance over her shoulder before grabbing her coat.

    "Well my new friend, I should get back to the Russian Embassy before Moscow comes looking for me. If ever you are in trouble and need -real- muscle, call for the Crimson Dynamo."Theres a smirk there, and an elbow before tugging on her coat. "Be seeing you, yes my friend?"

Kid has posed:
Kid signs "Aye. Perhaps more often than before. I live at the Embassy myself more or less. Other rillas keep an eye on me there" he chuckles. "Anyways, sounds like you have had an interesting life. But regardless don't let me keep you" he signs once more and turns back to finish his mango juice in peace. Or at least it WAS peace untill there was a very loud argument comming from the back. He dead pans and stands, already cracking his knuckles...