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Vanya	It's a bright and cloudless dusk as the warm Spring sun brushes against the city's jagged metal horizon. Friday evening brings a crush of traffic, a crush of pedestrians, and all the full noise and vibrant life of the City that Never Sleeps. Escapes from the noise and activity are rare outside; some turn to precious green parks, others retreat to tranquil buildings like libraries and museums, and some... some lay topless on the weathered roofs of run-down apartment buildings.     Lounging against a raised stone ledge as if it were a couch cushion, dark auburn hair blows over the vast emptiness mere inches away and a bright pair of ruined red pants flap in the cooling breeze that rushes in capricious gusts across the roof. Using the folded remains of her shirt as a makeshift pillow, the creature is muscular, probably female, and covered completely in gray-black scales that form armored, bony scutes at her shoulders and along her brow. The quintessential lounging lizard, the topless were-woman leaves her eyes completely shut as she reaches one of a couple bags at her side and pinches a fistful of jerky between her claws. The morsels are tossed into a cavernous, toothy maw and chewed with an absent-minded appreciation as the cold-blooded creature savors the last of the day's sunny rays to warm herself. That she might be giving a striking view to heroes passing overhead... well in this town, those things happen.
Sarah Rainmaker	Sarah is flying back home, letting the winds carry her. She's getting a little less paranoid about flying, mostly because she's realized there are soooo many heroines around the city that fly everywhere, and that she's unlikely to be spotted as long as she isn't flashy about it. Still, she's descending towards the Fulham Hotel when she spots the very unusual site near the edge of Mutant Town, then detours a bit, a bit curious...and well...not a little admiring. She DOES look good in scales. "Um..hi..." she offers as she floats down, hovering.
Vanya	There's no immediate response to the mutant's arrival, but as the wind dies down one eye slowly creeks open, slitted and serpentine green without even a fleck of humanizing white at its edges. The chewing pauses for only a moment as the predator weighs its snack over the new morsel that's floated down from the heavens.     "Mmm?" It - or rather she vocalizes indifferently to the flying Apache.
Sarah Rainmaker	It's very evidently a she...and Sarah is pretty sure serpents don't usually have mammaries so...pronounced. Or at all. She touches down nearby. "Aren't you cold?" the Apache says, perhaps slightly concerned. She IS snakelike, and cold weather can make some go into topor...maybe that's why she fell asleep on top of a building in nothing but pants, she figures.
Vanya	*chew... chew... chew...*     The were-serpent tilts her head upwards and her thick throat distends as it rams the large mouthful down. Lowering her chin to look back at Sarah, a transparent eyelid sweeps sideways across Vanya's slitted pupils as she 'blinks' twice. "Cold?" she scoffs as her lips part just enough to flash a hint of her pointed teeth. "This is just right for sunning."
Sarah Rainmaker	"Well...just you're missing your shirt." the hovering Apache points out. "So I wondered if you needed a jacket or something." She tilts her head, floating closer to settle on the rooftop. "I didn't realize you were sunning...do you tan?" she wonders curiously.
Vanya	Vanya lifts her head lazily to follow Sarah's descent and grabs the bundle of grey cotton behind her to stop her makeshift pillow from blowing away on the breeze. With a small grunt, she muscles herself up and draws in her legs to sit crosslegged, cramming the ball in the gap between her thighs. "''Do I tan''..." she echoes slowly, turning her head to look up and down the grey-black scales of her broad arms and wide shoulders. Though not preternaturally tall to look at - even Gotham alone can claim at least two larger serpents - the serpent-woman looks dangerously fit and balanced in her proportions despite her sheer bulk. Studied too closely, it can be an unsettling sight.     "Do you lay eggs?" she tosses back, with a bluntness that's likely sarcasm.
Sarah Rainmaker	Sarah flushes. "Okay, that was rude, I'm sorry for asking." she apologizes. "I just never thought about it before, melanin and scales." She pauses, then sits down curiously. She seems a bit fascinated the the fitness and build of Vanya...it's not every day you meet an actual snake girl. "I don't mean to intrude, if you'd like I can head off?"
Vanya	Vanya smiles toothily at the reaction she gets and chuckles in a way that shakes her shoulders as she waves a hand dismissively. "No, no, keep your head on. Mammals are fun, but there are many more animals in the world than that," she chides, letting slip a Slavic roughness from her mother tongue. The words come out almost but not quite right.
Sarah Rainmaker	"Well, of course, that's why I was curious. I've never met someone with scales before." Sarah says thoughfully. "Well, a humanoid someone, anyway." She cocks her head. "You're...Eastern EUropean? Russian?"
Vanya	Vanya's lip leaps upwards, pulling her smile into a large, fanged smirk of approval. "Da, ya staryy russkiy, sovetskiy," she retorts in her native language.     "It was a long swim," she cracks while reaching into her bag for more jerky. The label on the side betrays it to be a vegan mix.
Sarah Rainmaker	Sarah reaches up to flick her hair back over her back where it's starting falling over her shoulder, the wind blowing it around a bit. "Soviet?" she says, a bit suprised. "...you...don't look like you'd have been around since the Soviets, uh...disbanded."
Vanya	"Good living and good blood," Vanya retorts before furrowing her brow at the comment and setting a hand sternly on her knee. "What? I thought the collapse was only twenty... thirty years ago?"
Sarah Rainmaker	The Amerindian hmms. "Mid 1980s, so...closer to forty." she says thoughfully. "You lived in Russia when it was the USSR? This must be really weird being in the US then." she admits.
Vanya	Vanya turns and unceremoniously spits on the ground. "You have no idea, duboshka," she retorts stiffly before giving her broad shoulders a shrug and easing the tension back out. The beastwoman's moods don't seem to last long.     "But this is where all you fun 'mutant' kids are, so here I am."
Sarah Rainmaker	Sarah wrinkles her nose. "First, not a mutant, technically. Second, you're here to be hip with the kids?" she says, a bit amused by the idea. "Long way to come."
Vanya	Vanya's brow quirks again as the lizard reaches back into her bag for a second massive handful of jerky. "''Hip with the kids''? You mean 'hit the kids'?"
Sarah Rainmaker	Sarah laughs softly, her eyes twinkling. "Nono, it's...a meme. A saying that older people use sometimes when they're trying to get into the same things that younger generations are doing that they don't completely understand." She holds up a hand. "Not that I'm saying you couldn't understand it."
Vanya	"Ah, bah, so like English," Vanya mutters dismissively. "So much about the 'great world revolution', but no one had the yaytsa to make this city a glass hole in the earth..." the old Russian shrugs. "I am only here to have fun."