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Hela	A meeting that started somewhere within the Broken Antler on New Asgard, within Norway, had now moved itself far out and into the docks. One was a lexuriously dressed Russian business man, Anton Volechkov. The other, not nearly as fancy, is dressed in more old school, somewhat gothic fashion. She has a rather exasperated look on her visage as she turns to Anton, and in Norwegian informs him "<No, Anton, you do not understand. I don't care about making money, this is not about money, and I will not go with you to Russia for whatever scheme you want to pull off.>"
Crimson Dynamo	<<Ah there you are Mr. Volechkov, we've been looking just -everywhere- for you.>> The voice is muffled by an electronic pass through, but it's easy enough to understand. She steps out from behind a row of shipping containers, rifle held low under one arm. Bright white bodysuit with brilliant cherry red armor plating overlayed on top, that stark white star set across her chest and a T-slot helmet. Hell she doesn't need the big combat suit to be easily identified. <<Excuse me Ma'am, my countryman here is having a problem with his Visa. He must return to Moscow immediately, I do hope it causes no particular inconvience." Helmet swiveling yonder to lock onto Hela, and hey it's not everyday folks get to meet Russia's greatest hero. <<I do apologize for the interruption, of course.>> Who knew, the Crimson Dynamo at least makes an effort to be polite?
Hela	Anton Volechkov looks mighty upset as he is refused by 'Miracle Elle', it was hard enough to locate the woman, but to find she has zero business acument was quite frustrating. There was so much money to be made by bringing the 'miracle' woman to Russia, and instead she wants to stick with this not even half built castle in Norway, away from the big money. Still, it was worth a shot, he waves his arm at the voice, <<yes, yes, and now you find me, well done, Galina,>> he doesn't look any happier now. Elle for her part turns to look curiously at the arrival of the Crimson Dynamo, and switches to Russian herself, albeit her accent is funny, being Norwegian and all. <<Not at all,>> Elle remarks, <<he was merely trying to do business, when it was uncalled for.>> Elle does seem to take more of an interest in Crimson Dynamo though, for obvious reasons, <<are you man or machine?>> She asks, studying the Crimson Dynamo armor as if she's never seen anything of the sort before.
Crimson Dynamo	Theres this sound, everyone in Moscow knows it. The sound of a Saturn jet engine bolted onto eight thousand pounds of heroic armor, this deep drawn out growl. It means the Dynamo is coming, well before it can be seen. <<Mr Volechkov, your presence in Moscow is not optional. I will ask once more for you to come with me, or I am going to -take- you with me.>> You can see it there, a contrail making a neat arc in the sky above. Then that contrail cuts out, and the thing begins to fall.     Galina doesn't turn, nor does she raise that rifle. <<A woman, Ma'am. They call me the Crimson Dynamo.>>And it slams down hard enough to crack that concrete just behind Galina, Bright cherry red paint covered in scorch marks and claw marks. Twelve foot worth of high powered combat armor. <<If you'll excuse me, It would seem I need to get into uniform Ma'am..>>
Hela	<<Relax...my meeting just ended, I'm coming...what's the rush? No time to stop for a drink?>> Anton tries to keep a calm, easy going demeanor, but he knows this retrieval will cost him later on. He waves at Elle, and mutters towards her in English, "maybe next time you develop business sense? It's a shame to waste your gift." Elle doesn't answer Anton, but she does retain her fascinated study of the Crimson Dynamo, <<a woman? A suit of armor then...impressive, but wrong.>> She inclines her head respectfully, before turning to move away from the docks, and over towards the martial fields of New Asgard.
Crimson Dynamo	The moment Galina climbs in, and those Venko generators start up you can -feel- it in the air. Generators humming like distant war horns as it comes to life, and that visor flares to life with a brilliant red glow. <<Anton Volechkov, for crimes against the state and inappropriate conduct with a minor I hearby place you under arrest.>>Those big gauntlets crackling with electricity, short stubby RPG chains chiming with every step as it approaches Anton and finally grabs for him.     The heavily armored back plate, half covered with that immense chaingun has been painted in a slightly different shade of that same red. The Symbol of Perun painted near the top left, other signatures have been scratched or burnt nearly away but the one set right smack dab in the center? Written in the sort've runes nobody of this realm is supposed to know? "Chernobog was here!" Painted with ink no less, rather than blood.
Hela	When the Crimson Dynamo takes off, Elle takes a fleeting glance, and frowns deeply at the runes which are very much out of place in this sacred ground. She notes it to mind to have words with Chernobog the next time the Hell Lords convene. This may have been an intervention of Midgard on behalf of Midgard, but the outplace runes, in this place were not appreciated in the least.