Longing for Mother Russia [Зимняя Ден][Horus]

@"Horus"

The sound of her boots on the pavement was the only thing that Evelyn heard as she walked around the town. She was simply out for a walk for business. For enjoyment. For a little piece of the old life. A rogue without orders without cause without a handler. A dog of war without a leash. On the other side of the spectrum she was embracing her life as a normal girl she had powers and there was a minor disconnect between herself and them.. Joker.. Whenever she thought of him color flooded her cheeks, her heart rate would pick up and she was filled with a jolt of some unknown emotion. It made her think stupidly and her thoughts of protecting him in the forefront of her mind.

All thoughts came crashing to a halt and eyes widened as she took in the wooden sign.. "Зимняя Ден" Her mind automatically knew its meaning "Winter Den". Blood turned cold as she took off at a near run. Her military jacket clung to her frame just as her military fatigues. She was dressed in the same clothes that she wore when she flew in. No matter how many times she washed them she could still smell the blood.

At getting carded at the door she held up her ID and walked in. The fridged interior was akin to getting a rifle butt to the gut it made her cough at first bit after a few moments it was easy to breath once more.

"Kak zimoy v dome." (Like the winters of home.)

Walking her eyes scanned the room as she made no attempt to hide the gun under her left arm. It would be an insult. The lamb that walked into the lions den willingly. There was danger here, it was understandable that her guard was up. Especially since she was a lost weapon to the Russian Military.

@"Horus"


The subtle noise of Pasha walking out made Evelyn tense to a degree. She got in here on her falsified papers that made her not only an american but also made her eighteen. Just barely legal to get into a bar and order non-alcoholic beverages. While neither drinking nor sneaking in were her calling it was an early night and it was slow enough that she could venture into the room and look around most curiously.

One look at Pasha and she felt more at home than ever before since she came to this place. The similar appearance of him and her Sargent were very much the same. It brought comfort where comfort was not to be found. For the Sargent may have been the man that ordered everything. He was the only one that ever praised her. She wanted to know the man before her at all costs.

Attentive eyes stayed upon Pasha's figure as he stalked out from behind the bar. She instantly felt like prey to a much more dangerous predator. Though, she stood firm. Her ground was her own and she would not let the older man take it from her.

"Are you de owiner of ze estaibleshment."

Her thick Russian accent sound shameful in her own ears. She wanted desperately to speak Russian to the older man, but her own curiosity prevented her from doing so. There was a need to be certain, certain that she was speaking with someone whom honestly knew the language of her home country... Or someone that felt that the Cyrillic Alphabet was something cool looking and posted it up on their sign... Or, more shameful still.. If it was just a Russian themed bar.

@"Horus"

Looking into the taller mans eyes she nodded and reached into her coat. Without breaking eye contact or even blinking she proceeded to eject the clip and pull the bullet into the chamber before setting them and the knife in her boot on the counter. There was a firm understanding there between them, or at least Evelyn hoped there was. There was a burning desire to make the older man before her see her as an equal, or at the very least worthy of her time.

Her hands stayed trained upon Pasha's and his form all the same. It was clear she was watching him for a sudden move, much like a trained military solider. Around her neck were even dog tags. One that said her name in both Russian and English.. As well as her title of 'weapon'.. The other tag held her handlers name in the same fashion, only with the title of 'Handler'. That paired with her military garb and her stance.. She was fresh out.

"Eye see. I vas hoping you soken Russian. I vould liek to speak in zein nativue tongue. To et least someone."

She found comfort in his appearance and voice, while his voice was also rough it made her feel.. At ease? At ease was a bit too strong however. Without giving him a moment to respond if he could speak Russian or not she stated her reasoning for carrying a firearm.

"Voyennaya tema. YA imel chto ognestrel'noye oruzhiye dlya pochti tak zhe dolgo , kak ya byl svyazan s moyey chasti ."(Military issue. I've had that firearm for nearly as long as I was involved with my unit.)

Her Russian was flawless, and to say at the least a million times better than her English.

@"Horus"

" YA shestnadtsat' let. YA byl vzyat na moy blok v vozraste do pyati let. Vlevo uslugi god nazad . "
("I am sixteen. I was taken for my unit at the age of five. Left service a year ago.")

Her expression and her voice as controlled. Measured. Smooth as silk in her lovely Russian tongue. Her eyes continued to be trained on him, it was as if her putting her gun away from her hand made her focus that much more. Though, Evelyn kept her stance in a relaxed military fashion.

With a lift of her chin she did so only to keep her eyes more level with his. This gave a clear view of the scar around her throat. Thin and smooth it was from a piece of wire, however given the slightly low cut shirt the only other scar of hers that was visible was a circular wound where her left lung would be, above the breast. Bullet wound.


" YA delal rabotu vniz na pirse . Kogda ya zakonchil , ya zametil eto mesto. Reshil posmotret' , yesli ya khotel by poluchit' vkus doma . YA boleye chem appreaciative , chtoby imet' vozmozhnost' govorit' moy pervyy yazyk . "
("I was doing work down by the pier. When I was finished I spotted this place. Decided to see if I would get a taste of home. I am more than appreciative to be able to speak my first language.")

It was like trying to watch two alpha creatures after forcing them both into a cage. But there was something.. Something here for Evelyn.. She wanted the older man to acknowledge her on some level.. For acceptance oddly enough.

" Mogu li ya imet' svoye imya sera ? "
("May I have your name Sir?")

Her tone changed, it was not much but she was forcing herself to attempt to relax. Shoulders eased in tension she was attempting to make herself more approachable despite the creeping suspicion that this was a bad idea.

@"Horus"

"I was born Anastasia Romanov. However. Once I was taken for the military me identity as replaced with the one that I have currently. Which is Evelyn Pierce."

Honesty, it was the first time since she was little that she said her original name.. In truth she thought that nearly forgotten it. However.. This Paired with her mothers last words whispered within her very soul. She would never let them go and even thinking something so asinine like that was only going to serve in doing nothing for her.

Taking a deep breath she continued to watch Pasha closely, once more keeping an eye out for any older movements from the older male. Yes in truth Pasha was a very interesting person in and of himself.. However, there was something that she felt he was hiding. Licking her lips a bit she took a deep breath in and then out. Once she spoke flawless Russian.

"I know you have more questions for me Mr. Pasha. Please ask them I will answer them all honestly."

Not that she considered lying to him in the first place.. It was a showing of the olive branch. She wanted to be his friend to some degree or another.