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oo1; voice + video

Biggest country in world I know but Initiative don't seem to bother to bring anyone else but me. Too many goddamned Americans and Japanese. [ Says the heavy Russian accent. ] And aliens. And fucking elves. [ For all the emphasis he puts on that word, he doesn't sound angry. More of a 'fuck, what the hell, man?'

... Sorry, elves. He's targeting one elf in particular and he doesn't much care if there's more of them.

Sharp snort. Sound of a lighter snapping on, and the crackling of cigarettes. Then the camera switches on.

Have a pair of heavily tattooed hands, one of them curled around a white stick. Then he tips the tablet upwards until it shows his face, and Nikolai pulls off the sunglasses. ]

You lot ever get tired of talking on this thing? Bunch of stupid questions lately. [ He takes a drag of the cigarette, and blows it at the screen. ] You've all forgotten how to fuck, or something?

[ ooc; for any character with knowledge of Russian criminals, Nikolai's hands carry tattoos that basically says he's one of the worst ones out there. Yeah.

Also, content warnings for sexual assault for the thread with Steph (

controlledvariable). ]

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[Those tattoos are enough to catch her attention, and she replies in Russian, speaking it well and with only a faint American accent. There are Russian mobsters in Gotham, after all, a girl's gotta know how to properly threaten them.]

You forgot the British. And the dragons.

[What? There are a fair few of them, too.]

Can't say I disagree about the stupid questions, though.

[There's a reason she really only replies to the occasional person.]

[ Oh for God's sake, what the hell is with people speaking Russian around here when they have no business speaking Russian? Not even Anna knows Russian and she has a Russian father!

Nikolai almost- almost scowls. Instead, he takes a long drag of his cigarette. ]

Seen too many British. Used to those. [ In the same tone as one would say well, if you live in a shit-infested city, you'll be used to shit.

He's flattered to have been chosen, Steph. ]

[There's something that could be a huff of a laugh, if she was inclined to be amused.]

I'm sure they're grateful not to be included with us goddamn Americans. [She figures her accent is apparent enough.]

[ Forever English, by the way. ]

Depends. Some lick American ass very willingly.

[And she'll switch back to English, because it's weird speaking to someone in different languages.]

Huh, I should meet more like that. Most of the British people I've run into just tried to kick my ass.

[Admittedly a lot of them were supervillains, but she'll just skip that part of the story.]

Da? And what did you do to those British people?

Nothing to deserve their ire, unless being a tourist counts.

[She's not entirely sure what's happening with this conversation but she'll just roll with it.]

Bullshit. [ Simply. ]

[And that's definitely a laugh. Fair call.]

Okay, so maybe I antagonized some private school kids. But I think they were just looking for an excuse, those girls are vicious.

[Also Lady Gaga was there.

Comics.]

[ A small hum. ]

Da? Don't sound very likely.

[ I used to play Batman, so yes, comics. But still, Nikolai is just like. o_O ]

[The best lies are ones that are based in truth, and there's enough truth in this that she's confident in it.]

Funny, that's what the headmistress said when I tried to explain why our uniforms were a mess and all the other kids were covered in bruises. You don't sound much like her, though.

[She's not bragging, just telling a story because she can, and because she wants to get a gauge on what sort of man he is. Those tattoos mark him as a dangerous, and there are kids here.]

[ Preaching to the choir.

Nikolai chuckles at those words. ]

Very charming story. [ He leans back a little bit more. ] Now why don't you tell me why you started talking to me?

I like your tattoos.

[She doesn't even hestitate before answering, and there's the clear indication that it's not nearly as simple as her liking them, but that she also has an idea what they mean, and that's what piqued her interest.

He's dangerous, yes, but she doesn't feel the need to be concerned for her own personal safety. She's not going to purposefully antagonise him, but she'll be honest, because she's confident she can take care of herself.]

[ A soft laugh. ]

Not there for little girls to like. [ Idly.

She doesn't need to be concerned, because Nikolai is a masterful liar and he has been wearing this mask for so long it's more of an effort not to lie. ]

But then, you don't sound very much like little girl.

[She very nearly scoffs, but the correction he makes placates her pride before she has a chance to. She's been varying levels of careful about the whole vigilante thing, but she doubts 'recognizing Russian tattoos' is going to make anyone instantly think she's a vigilante. And, anyway, she'd be somewhat familiar with them regardless of what she learnt from Bruce, Tim and Babs.]

You got that one right. [a beat, and then as idly as his comment:] Three years, was it?

[The dots near his thumb woulc suggest as much, though she knows it's possible there are more years counted elsewhere on his body.]

[ There's a long pause. Not a visible start, because he's too much in control of himself to that. But a pause in which he looks at her.

Then he reaches out. Spreads his left hand on the table, and tips the tablet downwards with his right. ]

Three years in St. Petersburg. [ Soft chuckle. ] You know a lot about Russia and the Organizatsiya, dyevochka.

[The pause is interesting, but not entirely unexpected, she doubts most people expect nineteen year old girls to know half the things she does.]

Daddy dearest had some Russian friends, sometimes they'd tell me stories.

[The way she says daddy dearest is entirely lacking in any affection, and mostly sounds mocking, but the statement is true enough. It's been one of her go-to explanations when people question how she knows how to fight, or why she keeps a stash of weapons with her at all times.

It's amazing how much of an excuse "my dad was a criminal" can be.]

[ 'Daddy dearest'. 'Russian friends'. Ah. Nikolai quirks his lips up very, very slightly. His fingers open, the tips sliding against the edges of the tablet (barely within sight of the tablet) before he presses on the private button. ]

You will let me see your face, dyevochka whose father has Russian friends who tell her stories?

[ It is, despite the grammatical structure, a genuine question. ]

[She considers the request for a moment; despite generally being a bit terrible at secret IDs, she has tried to keep her face off the network. But it isn't a huge risk to show one man her face, and the private setting helps make the decision for her.

She switches to video, the display showing the wall behind her, and her face, which is composed into a relatively neutral expression, her hair pulled back into a braid.]

I will.

[She considers saying more, but doesn't have anything in particular that she needs to say right now, and she figures he's not gonna care much for things like pleasantries, which she can't be bothered with either when they're not necessary. If he wants her name, he can ask.]

[ Young. What is it with young girls attracted to a post where he talks about fucking? Nikolai stubs out his current cigarette on his tongue, tosses the stub, and lights a new one. ]

You have name, little American girl?

[The way he puts out the cigarette gets a raised eyebrow, but she won't comment on it.]

I thought we already established I wasn't a little girl. [Come on man her pride can't take that. But still:] Stephanie. And you?

Have we? [ He takes another drag from the cigarette. (He stubs it out that way as an intimidation tactic. Also it's convenient.) ]

Nikolai.

Yes. [There's a slight edge to her tone, the sort that suggests she's not interested in arguing the point. It's the first time she's sounded anything other than polite or amused, but she thinks the best way to get someone to take her seriously is simply to tell them to.

Whether it actually works is a different matter.]

A pleasure, I'm sure. [and that's just dry.]

[ He chuckles softly. ]

Okay. Why are you not little girl?

[There are a lot of different answers she could give, some of which would reveal more than she wants to, so she sticks with something simple.]

Little girls don't tend to have little girls of their own.

[Not that her daughter is really hers, but the point stands.]

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I always feel a little guilty tossing comic characters at more normal follk

... comics are weird, but nikolai is nowhere near normal

I am not familiar with his canon, but I'm starting to see that, yes

watch the movie it's amazing 8DD

ngl I will just for Viggo

viggo is fucking amazing in this movie tbh

he is amazing in most of his movies

you mean in every one. even the shitty movies pre-lotr

i watched hidalgo for him

god i want to play frank hopkins ;_;

lmao that would be interesting to see

8DDDDDD

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