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Ohhhhh still the charmer as always! Some things never change.

Shut up, Nathan.

C'mon love, haven't you missed me?

No.

That's alright, I was a bit of a twat back then. CHOPPING MY COCK OFF WAS STILL UNCALLED FOR THOUGH

You are still a twat.

And if you so much as look at my sister funny, I will chop it off again.

And this time not return it.

Alright! Calm down, touchy!

I am hardly touchy. You are the one who is overly touchy.

Fair enough. It was all in good fun, love!

Oh you must be one of my sister's new friends!

He is anything but.

Stay away from him. He will do and say inappropriate things.

Are you sure he's not a friend? You used his name and acknowledged him as a person and everything!

He is not a friend.

You don't have to be shy! We can have him round for dinner! Should I leave out the cutlery again?

HE IS NOT MY FRIEND

That's us! Right good pals.

How lovely! I'm happy to see her being so friendly without our brother around.

Are you really her sister?

ah... Yes? Has someone said otherwise?

Nah, nothing like that. It's just good to see sexy birds run in the family.

YOUR DICK. GONE.

So this is what they were talking about when they said really weird things happened. Not just spontaneous cats.

Yes. It can vary. This is one of the more annoying ones, however.

Maybe this place is more dangerous than I thought.

It can be. It is hardly as dangerous as some would have you believe, however.

Why's that?

People complaining of changed personalities or skips in time. It is not anything to fret over. When there are strange creatures in the sky again, or perhaps war on my doorstep, maybe then I will fret.

Strange creatures in the sky?

Yes, there were strange demon like things one Halloween. It was unnerving.

..Just unnerving?

Yes. Perhaps annoying as well.

[ She pauses, and then switches to Russian. This girl has an accent, but Natasha's pretty sure she recognizes it. ]

Simply annoying, huh? Sounds like you're pretty tough.

[ Her own accent is flawless, native, even. ]

( Well, you've got Belarus instantly narrowing her eyes and staring at you, Natasha. She knows a native accent when she hears it.

Belarus' accent is her own - different at times from a native Russian one, her words occasionally clipping more into her own language than her Brother's. But, it's certainly Russian, and she's certainly staring at Natasha in a new light. )

I have seen far far worse than a few pesky annoyances. I would assume you might know the same.

[ Yep -- that settles it. Natasha recognizes her as Belarussian, though not that country itself. She doesn't speak much of that language, but they're similar enough that she understands. She also knows that look well, and she has to work quick. This girl seems like a fighter, and she knows a little bit about the island. ]

You're from Belarus, right? I was born in Volgograd, although I moved to America when I was young. [ She hesitates -- but so far, she's really found little reason to keep her identity secret. And it was unlikely that anyone else who would watch this feed spoke Russian, anyway. ] My name is Natalia Ivanovna Romanova.

( At least Belarus isn't fully going into Belarusian yet - not that they're far enough apart that it'd be hard for them to talk. And oooh, she definitely is. How funny they'd be to work together. )

I am Belarus. It is not often I find another in this place that knows of it, though. ( She's pleasantly surprised - it's been a while since she's spoken in Russian with someone else, let alone someone she feels she can hold a conversation with. She frowns at the mention of America - sigh, another one, lost to the fold - but is not surprised. So many of their people left, it'd be hard not to expect it. ) Natalia? Hmph. A good name.

[ The admittance to being a country startles her visibly -- she thinks the girl is crazy at first, but no, there's a sincerity to her words. And frankly, Natasha's Seen Some Shit, and has colleagues who've bailed Gods out of jail so really this isn't something that will totally throw her for a loop.

The Norse pantheon exists, and countries are people. Fair enough. She's over her initial shock as soon as she felt it, and she breezes on, smiling a little at the compliment. ] Thank you. My foster father gave it to me. I hold it very dear.

( Belarus takes note of that shock, but the lack of questions gives her some pause. It's not often people brush it off and accept it - let alone in this place, as insane as some of the residents are. She won't pry just yet, just take note of it. )

He had fine taste, then. It is a name I use myself when I must.

[ She'll explain what she can, when Belarus asks, but not before. Natasha likes to play her cards close to her chest when she can, and there is little love lost between her and her home country. Natasha doesn't attempt to erase her Russian heritage, but it rarely needs to be brought up, especially in her line of work. ]

When you must?

( A woman after Belarus' own heart, then. Minus that lack of love for your old home, but even Belarus can understand it - complicated feelings for her own Brother and all. )

Not every human is as accepting of my existence as it is.

I have seen many things that would make grown men weep in terror at the thought. This is nothing so strange to me. [ She shrugs lightly. ] How long have you been here?

A kindred soul, then. ( Is that a smile? That's the barest of smiles, Natasha. BE PROUD. ) Near a year and a half.

It seems so. [ She receives one in return, although it's a little more than bare. ] Then you know many things that have happened here. Are things like this as random as they seem to be?

Essentially. I try not to pay attention to them too strongly, as people always have unnecessary reactions to the basest of things.