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Started November 04, 2021 by @Otto_OtterOverlord

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Aleksandra: Looks over at Pandora and her expression shifts from confusion and anger to wrath, as she turns back to Ivanovsky Ивановский. . . что ты сделал.

Ivanovsky: Swallows then sighs Она начала это! Она потянулась за-

Aleksandra: Cuts her brother off with a wave Никаких оправданий. Извинись перед ней, черт возьми, сейчас же.

Ivanovsky: Huffs but complies . . . sorry, girl whose arm I shattered.

Aleksandra: Her eyes narrow slightly more for s plit second before her expression turns cheerful Спасибо Иван! She looks at everyone else and smiles brightly Привет! My name is Aleksandra. I'm Ivan's younger sister.

Pandora: smirks You are forgiven. For now. to Aleksandra Pleasure to meet you, Aleksandra.

Ōn’nyosh: Still confused, and still drinking. He grins charmingly at Aleksandra, even as he swayed. Well, hello!

Addic: wakes up from a drunken slumber with a pounding headache

(bleep blorp)

Aleksandra: Smiles brightly at Pandora Sorry about my brother. He's a bit of an. . . asshat at times.
Ivanovsky: Mutters and shifts
Aleksandra: Ignores Ivan, turning to Ōn'nyosh and examining him Well aren't you colorful.

Ōn’nyosh: Grins wider at Aleksandra. Indeed, I am. I get more colorful under certain circumstances. Bobs his eyebrows and laughs. Though, right at this point, I’m too fucking drunk. Laughs some more. So… want a drink? Raises a fresh bottle of whiskey with a big, goofy grin.

Ōn’nyosh: Grins wider at Aleksandra. Indeed, I am. I get more colorful under certain circumstances. Bobs his eyebrows and laughs. Though, right at this point, I’m too fucking drunk. Laughs some more. So… want a drink? Raises a fresh bottle of whiskey with a big, goofy grin.

Aleksandra: Smirks Черт, почему бы и нет. (Sure why not) She takes the bottle from Ōn'nyosh's hands and tips it back, draining a generous ammount into her throat before leveling out; she shivers and laughs Damn, это хорошо. (Damn thats good)
Ivanovsky: Glaring Aleksandra you're 16.
Aleksandra: Turns to Ivan and raises an eyebrow And? Rules are different here.

Ōn’nyosh: Still has no idea what she’s saying, but laughs when she takes a drink. He then seems to freeze breifly at Ivanovsky’s comment. He stares at Aleksandra. You’re only 16? Fuck, I’m drunk. He grabs a fresh bottle, drinking some more, but he becomes noticeably quieter.

Aleksandra: Snickers at Ōn'nyosh Что? Surprised a girl who looks and talks like a 20 year old is only 16? Thank Ivan over there, with his god-killing antics forcing me to play peacemaker to the gods and him.
Ivan: Snorts

Ōn’nyosh: Blinks, his drunken mind only somewhat comprehending her words. Yes, then no. I’m a 20 year old who generally prefers flirting with other 20 year olds… or 2,000 year olds, but that’s another story… Snickers. Thankfully, I am drunk, or I probably wouldn’t have cared. But, I’m fucking useless right now. And… it is just way too confusing to think that you’re 16. So… I’m going to continue drinking. You’re welcome to do so as well. I don’t give a fuck. But… this guy… points at himself… is not going to force himself on anyone younger than himself. Fuck that shit. I don’t need ol’ God-Killing-Sky-Shit here, indicates Ivan, fucking up my already fucked up nose. Or worse. Snickers.

Ivan: Blinks You're more moral than I thought you were.
Aleksandra: Snickers, tipping the bottle back again Ivan's a big softie once you get past. . . well, everything.

Ōn’nyosh: Laughs loudly. Well, like… Ivan? Yeah, that’s right, Ivan… snickers… once you get past the bullshit, I’m actually a fucking gentleman. Nobody believes me, though. Nobody. Only the folks that have seen it actually believe me. You figure everyone’s brainless to think that I’m just an asshole. But, I am. Gets a confused but contemplative look. It just makes no sense. Laughs. But, yes, I actually do fucking respect women. I don’t see women as fuck toys. I’m the fuck toy. And, if I had enough convincing… I’d probably build a fucking cathedral devoted to the grand goddesses commonly called Females. So… there. Shrugs, then drinks some more, finishing the bottle. He swayed a minute, almost falling over, then leans against the wall.

Aleksandra: Shrugs, listening to Ōn'nyosh I'm sure there's something hidden in that mind. But that's not for me to know. What is for me to know is if you're one of those people who likes to purposefully kill families.

Ōn’nyosh: Snickers, then pauses, incredulous. There’s a lot hidden in my perverted fucking brain. But… killing families? Fuck no! I only kill when it’s necessary, and I, for fucking damn sure, don’t hurt women or kids. I’m a fucking theif, not a killer! I’ll rob a family, but I won’t fucking hurt them, or any shit like that! His words were heavily slurred, but it was clear how strongly he felt about them.

Naomi: she sits drinking another bottle of liquor, having finished her first one sometime before Aleksandra arrived She is hearing Ōn’nyosh and Aleksandra talk while watching an animal try to catch some food.