| Owner | Pose |
|---|---|
| Vanya | Warm sunshine, lapping waves, and a steady inland breeze of salt air. It's the kind of pleasant, soothing morning that makes the spirit want to kick back, relax, and enjoy the rising sun from across a park bench... or up a tree for those inclined. Sprawled across the branch of an old willow with one leg dangling towards the ground, a tanned and rather muscular woman is taking her day at a sleepy pace. The tattered leg of her bright red pants flutters on the breeze like a hanging flag and her calloused foot is caked with a thin but stubborn layer of dirt. Insensate to the world, she's resting half in the new sunlight as the breeze blows off her old smells of sea water and a little beer. |
| Akula | Dun-nuh. Coming up out of the water beyond is a massive figure, tailed and finned. Dun-NUH. Water streams off the shark-woman's body. She smooths her hair back and gathers it in the back, knotting it into a ponytail. As she gets to shore, she pauses... there's a scent. Dun-NUH. Dun-NUH. Dun-NUH... A wide grin crosses Akula's face as she spots the sleeping woman in the tree. Or rather, the sleeping -something-. That scene is not entirely human, and it smells of alcohol. The shark crouches down and and creeps towards Vanya's prone form. (Cue the rest of the jaws theme. I can't write it all out.) As the background music that would no doubt be playing if this were a movie comes to a fevered pitch, Akula is right behind Vanya. She suddenly rises up and shouts in Russian, // THE AMERICANSKIS ARE COMING! LENIN IS RISING FROM HIS GRAVE! // |
| Vanya | "DA!!" The startled woman leaps straight up and completely off of the tree with a yelp. When she comes back down, bidden by gravity, her branch gives only a moment's support before breaking with a loud crack and falling her straight down on top of the shark below. As the fish is about to notice, the formerly-sleeping woman is at least twice as heavy as she looks. She picked a thick branch. |
| Akula | Akula ends up with Vanya and her +1 (branch) on top of her. She wheezes and curses heavily in Russian. Okay, that didn't work quite as planned. |
| Vanya | As she comes to with the only slightly softer shark breaking her fall to the ground, Vanya grumbles, elbows, and pushes at the mammoth woman. Russian answers Russian in a tangle that at its most polite and coherent manages //Get off me!//. |
| Akula | Akula laughs uproariously at this whole situation. // Finally, someone who speaks the only worthwhile language! Did you enjoy your wake up call? // She takes the smacking and flailing as she disentagles herself from the smaller woman. |
| Vanya | Getting apart from the shark and onto her feet, Vanya tosses her loose hair over her shoulder and finally gets a look at what woke her. Eyes a predatory golden-brown stare for a moment at blue skin then the more human woman snorts. // No wonder I smell fish. As a matter of fact I was having a good nap, // she notes while setting a hand lazily on her hip. The predator pauses to cover her mouth and yawn hard, lulling a longer-than-human tongue down to her chin as the whole of her upper half curls in like a densely packed leaf. // A really good nap, // Vanya corrects. // You're not the only one glad to speak Russian, but why did you wake me? // she asks with an eyebrow raising slowly. There's no fear of the GIGANTIC SHARK WOMAN that she just untangled from but then, the bronze-eyed woman didn't heft altogether human either. |
| Akula | The lack of fear is the only thing that keeps Akula from being even more of a b*tch to the other Russian. // You were just lying there in a tree. I could not help myself. The look on your face, so funny! // She laughs heartily just thinking about it. The worst part of all this is that the gigantic shark woman, now seated on the ground, is still sans attire. She's still working on that. |
| Vanya | If Vanya minds she hasn't commented. Those that have seen her around water would know why. "Heh," she admits with an entertained smirk that flashes a bit of a pointed canine. // Careful, kid. I'm not some toy for you to play with. // Still smirking, she offers a hand to help pull the were-shark up. |
| Akula | // Kid? // Akula questions, accepting the hand and rising to her feet, up and up, until she's standing taller than Vanya. // Unless you're older than dirt, I am hardly a kid. Shorty. // The tone of her voice is all good natured teasing. // As far as I can see, you kind of look toy-sized. Serves you right for sleeping out like this like a drunk who fell out a window trying to find the bathroom for a piss. // |
| Vanya | Vanya's toes dig into the ground and tension runs up her legs then down her arm as she helps haul the much larger woman up with a good, firm pull. The shadow that falls over her earns an amused whistle as the smaller were-woman takes a half step back to keep Akula's head and shoulders in focus. // I'm old enough to drink, // she assures pointlessly. // And what's wrong with a good nap outside? It's nice weather. // Reaching her arms overhead, the bronze-eyed woman grunts heavily while stretching, then rolls out some lingering stiffness in her left arm. |
| Akula | // I suppose it is. Unfortunately for *me*, being out in the open like this, not so good. Even a uniform wears out in ocean water after thirty years. // Akula puts one hand on her hip. // You talk like an old bolshevik. Are you a Soviet patriot? // the shark woman asks. |
| Vanya | //Are *you*? They've been gone a long time,// Vanya hands right back, gesturing to the field around them. //I mean, look at this place, they have satellite phones. *Satellite* phones.// |
| Akula | Akula pauses and seems a bit confused by that. // What is satellite phone? // |
| Vanya | //Do you know what a phone is?// Vanya asks. Best to start with that. |
| Akula | // Yes. It's the thing that hangs on the wall with the cord. Sometimes we used large handsets in the field that had no cords, // Akula explains. // Satellites are for Americanski worthless 'tee vee'. // |
| Vanya | Vanya laughs quietly to herself at the shark's reply. //A satellite phone is small, with no cord, and can call another satellite phone *anywhere* because its radio bounces off a satellite.// //There's also something called the ''internet''. It's like a library; I use that sometimes,// the clothed woman admits. |
| Akula | // I have not use for a library. All I need is clothing, // Akula replies. // I have a place to sleep, I can get my own food. Americans can keep their filthy money. // Oh, there's that Soviet pride. You won't get that out of her any time soon. |
| Vanya | //If you don't need money, food, or somewhere to sleep, why clothes? Not enough blubber for winter?// Vanya teases gamely, poking the shark in the stomach. |
| Akula | // Because worthless yankees are always staring at my big tits! // Akula crudely replies, cupping herself as if to demonstrate the aforementioned 'issue'. |
| Vanya | Vanya laughs heartily and thumps her hand on the shark's shoulder. From a downward angle, the predator's toothy smile looks a little sharkish - and smells a little sharkish too. //Clothes won't fix you, comrade. Who cares if they're staring? But unless you want to just steal some, you will need money,// she points out. Oh no, Capitalism! Such horror! //Are you looking for something down there too?// she adds with a glance down Akula's front. |
| Akula | Yep. Two old Soviet Russians for you. God help everyone reading the logs. // Yes, but it's a requirement for the dignity of the Soviet soldier that she not be running around naked like some two ruble train station whore. So yes. Something to cover what is necessary. // At the thought of money, the hands leave her boobs and cross over them. // Bah! I should steal them but they have nothing that will fit me. // She thinks better of it and adds, // It is not shame to be a part of the working class. I will have to teach them how to be something other than lazy degenerates. // She -does- catch a whiff of other shark for some reason. |
| Vanya | //Pfft! You are Soviet! Straight off the Kremlin's parapets,// Vanya sputters with mirth. //You're wasting your time. Just get clothes made to your size and be done.// A firm hand finds Akula's shoulder again as the smaller Russian half-pulls and half-guides her inland. //Come on, the stores should be open soon. Though I don't know what your problem is with fish-fur - that's traditional!// |
| Akula | Akula is very cheered by having accidentally run into someone who speaks her language and thinks like her. A little bit of fortune after a long run of hardship is a much needed reprieve. She lets Vanya pull her along, laughing along the way. //I hope they have a tail-or. Or I might need to let myself out!// |