Roger felt his face burn up. The tips of his ears had grown bright red when Cyan gave him that look. He continued to make her coffee, and than brought it to her in the control room.

"Sorry 'bout that..." He sheepishly apologized. "I thought I sa-- /heard/ someone... Anyways, Nat had me make you the coffee since it affects her. I made sure it wasn't too hot so your throat wouldn't be disturbed. Here." Roger places it on a desk nearby Cyan and walks out the room rather quickly.

*Cyan put in some effort to weakly chirp out*
"Thanks."
*But it was too quiet for him to hear at the moment. Cyan contonued checking the dials on the controls, then sat down at her desk and locked the deagles into her thigh holsters, begining to take a sip.*

Even though Roger didn't hear the small token of appreciation, he signed 'don't speak, your throat needs rest. Use dign language.' He advised and left the room. He looke over at the many dials displayed in front of them. Instead or asking what they were for, he left. He wanted some alone time just for a bit.
"Get well soon Cyan," he says, and closes the door softly. He returned to the kitchen and began washing the dishes that had been piled up from the day before and from the morning.

"--And so the aliens tried to fight their way through the mist, but the humans attacked first, and the test is history." Natasha was in the of middle a telling a story to Lucielle. They had ditched the idea of cracking the communicator's code. With five-- and nearly six dashes fine-- they were close to finding out what it contained. Nat had decided to give the communicator to Cyan to take w crack at it, but just a little later from now.

"But, why didn't the Chanian'd fight back!? They had jetpacks, jetpacks with missiles!" Lucielle questioned. She was shouting, which Natasha hushed her.
"Yes, they had jetpacks... with missiles, and dynamites, and rockets, but the humans had the same and a little bit more."
"Like what?" Lucielle huffed.
"Well, they had blackmail on the aliens. And they had their queen, and they had a spy infiltrate their weapons and pay some corrupted high ranks to change sides." Natasha days. "Destroy them from the inside, they will have nothing left to fight with. Than, finish them off from the outside." Lucielle looked amazed, but weirdly hurt at the story.

"Did you ever go to the Chananian war Nat?!" Lucielle asks.
"Lucielle, I was a child at the time! I was picking crops for my famiky in the west, enjoying the farm life of a country girl." Nat spoke of her past life with a sense or peace. It her become a distant memory now to her. That's all it would ever be now.
"Well, dad went to war when he was a kid. Why didn't you?" Lucielle got up from the bed. She walked over to the door, getting ready to leave Roger's room. Natasha follower her.

"Well... because... I don't know. Gala hed more robots, and we didn't need humans to fight. Plus, they were mostly looking for people who didn't seem they would be much of use after war, do they decided to just send them off." Nat explained.
Lucielle gave Nat a look and walked away.
Natasha realized what she said and walked after Lufuelle. "Luci, I didn't mean it like that-- that's what I was told as a child!" The two of them walked, continuing the conversation.

*Cyan sipped her coffee as she looked out the window if the sub, her desk had a computer, keyboard, mous, and a built in drawer for files and whatnot. Cyan just looked out the window while drinking her coffee and ocasionally checked the pressure dials.*

As Roger made his way back to his room, he came across the girls. Natasha stops him and asks him to give the communicator to Cyan. He turns back around and heads towards Cyan.

There was a knock on the door and if wa Roger and Lucielle. "Hey, Nat and I hav even trying to crack the code to this communicator for some time. We got five down nearly six with the help of Luci--" he ruffles her hair a s Lucielle smiles proudly-- "you think you can crack the other nine? Lu can help you with the alien translations if you need, y'know, because you kinda failes halfway through apparently..." Roger places down the communicator and leaves to go talk to Nat.

Lucielle just stood in the back awkwardly until she stood up next Cyan, wearing headphones.

*Cyan took the comunicator and hooked it up to her laptop, then went into the CMDprompt and opened a code creator, Cyan entered some intermediate coding into the window and ran the task. The comunicator began flipping through each available symbol on the last 9 areas until they correct combo was finally entered, the entire process took about 43 minutes and when it was done she disconnected the comunicator and handed it back to Roger, smiling as she signed "You're welcome."*

Edit: *Cyan unhooked the comunicator after the process finally finished and unlocked the comunicator, standing up and walking out of the room back to Roger and Natasha, handing it over while smiling and signing "You're welcome!"*

"Thank you Cyan..." Natasha says. She hands it off to Roger who went backto his room to decrypt the symbols. That wouldn't take long.
Natasha's smile disappeared quickly and she started to rub her head. The smell of coffee lingered on Cyan, but she grateful it wasn't mint. "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to find somewhere to rest... preferably a dark place to rest...."she sighs, walking back to Cyan and her room.
"Hey Cyan," Lucille starts. "Do you have any song recommendations?" She asks.

*Cyan looked at lucielle then recomended quite afew songs through sign language; "Sarcasm, Discord (eurochaos remix), I Can't Fix You, Wolf in Sheeps Clothing, I'll Sleep When I'm Dead, Dollhouse, Gasoline, Pretty Little Psycho, Shatter Me, I'm Gonna Show You Crazy, We Are Fury's 'Demons', Panic! At The Disco's 'I Write Sins, Not Tragedies', Volbeat's 'Devils Bleeding Crown', Avicii's 'Wake Me Up', Nickleback's 'Here Comes The Next Contestant', and finally, Courtney Parker's 'Her Last Words', listen to that one if you want to better understand me or my suicide attempts "in a way" I guess." and then she walked out of the room, going back to the control room.*

((Sorry, I'm pretty depressed and those are my music tastes so yeah... also, 'Here Comes The Next Contestant' references me having to be protective of my ex because she was so hot that her appearance was all people needed to force themselves onto her.))

((And Courtney Parker's 'Her Last Words' sums up my life partially...

"Ok, I'll take a look at them..." Lucielle says, skips out of the room. Unlike her father, she doesn't close the door on her way out.
Natasha was in the room with a mountain of pillows cover her face. The blinds of submarine's window had been drawn back, keeping the light from the sea outside from her eyes. She was resting her eyes when Lucielle had nearly barged into her room.

"Nat--?" Lucielle began. As the little girl went to charge in, the door had stayed in place. She was confused at first, and pushed with all her might, but to no avail. Luci twisted the knob of the door. It wasn't locked, but the door still wouldn't give in!

"Nat?" She asked. "Natasha..." She waited for a few minutes before she heard a small voice, irked and tired.
"Luci... Why don't you try knocking on the damn door for once in your life..." Natasha proposed through her gritted teeth.

Natasha wasn't usually the type to be mean, but when her head felt like it was being quartered, she understandably wouldn't be in the mood to put up with anyone.
Lucielle knocked on the door twice, and the door flew open. Before, Natasha had been holding in place with her mental powers. Although it caused her more pain, she felt that it was needed to get her point across to Roger's daughter.

When Lucielle stepped in, the door slammed behind her, followed by a groan from Natasha as she gripped onto the pillows her face was buried under. Lucielle tip-toed over cautiously and sat at the edge of the bed.
"Why does your power cause you so much pain to use it...?" Lucielle asked. Nat shook her head, punching the pillow and sighing. "Everything in life has drawbacks. Perfection will always cease to exist..." Nat spoke, her answers were short and to the point.
"Oh," Lucielle breathes. "Would you like some tea?" She offered.
"I would say yes, but you know your father doesn't allow you to use the stove..." Nat declined.
"But I'm ten!"

"You're still a child. Besides, I've already asked enough of him for today. Leave him to rest." Natasha waved her hand, dismissing the conversation. Lucielle puts the headphones on her ears and starts to look up the songs Cyan had recommended her.

((I've ran into many of those songs. They're pretty said, some of them. Hope your life is better now after your ex and everything. You okay?))

*Cyan just sat at the control room and fliiped through pages on her laptop, trying to research the area they were all in so Cyan would know how to navigate it. Other than that; there wasn't much going on with Cyan at the moment...*

((Yeah, things have gotten better over the years but depression mixed with anxiety is, as Doctor Strange would say; "A simple spell, yet quite unbreakable."))

((Ah, well that's good. It'll get better, don't worry.))

(Idk what to write... uh, time skip?)

Idk what to write either, oof.. Sure))

As midday approached, Natasha came out of the room. Her head wasn't hurting anymore, but there was still a bit of affliction lingering around on the side of her temple.
"Oh, hello there Nat. Has the smell of lunch brought you out of your shadowy den?" Roger joked. He was sitting alongside Lucielle at the kitchen table eating grilled cheese sandwiches Lucielle had helped him prepare.
Natasha playfully punches Roger lightly on his arm as she walked past him. "No, that was not why I left my 'lair'. I'm looking for Cyan.".
"Well, Cyan's in the control room. She hasn't come out for lunch yet." Roger took a bite of his sandwich, than reached for a napkin to clean a bit of cheese that Luci somehow managed to get on the side of her face.

"Alright, thank you..." Natasha began to walk towards the control room. When she got to the door, she saw it was slightly opened. Still, she knocked and slowly came in.
"Hey Cy..." She starts, walking into the room and softly closing the door. "What are you up to?"

*Cyan looked at Natasha, then back at her computer and signaled Nat to come closer so she could find out what Cy was doing; still researching the underwater area. Not much had changed with Cyans schedule within the last hour.*

"Ah, navigating under sea... I never took a class for that, especially since I was in the medic field..." Natasha's voice trailed off, baffled by the humming and beeping monitors around her. Her eyes than fell onto the computer

"So, are you just checking the terrain, checking for enemies and such?" She asks, pulling her lock behind her ear.

*Cyan nodded and smiled, looking back at Natasha. Cyan seemed... out of it though, like something was wrong in her mind, but Natasha let it slip by because, Cyan had ofcourse lost her voice for a week. It was obvious that Cyan was just upset about that.*

Nat sighs a bit, and gets closer to Cyan. She hugs her from behind, trying to be comforting.

"You don't have to bury everything inside... If you want to talk about it, you can tell me..." She stayed there, not to pressure Cyan, just to let her know someone was there.

*Cyan nodded her head as her smile faded into her true feelings, then she signed "I love you." to Natasha and turned around, kissing her*

Natasha is taken aback from the kiss at first, but melts into it seconds later. She feels her face burn up, and butterflies fluttering in her stomach, but she was too lost in the moment to feel them.
Meanwhile, Roger and Lucielle were discussing battle terms and different types of warfare over a second helping of lunch.
"So, what about trench wars, father?" Lucielle had been asking about the various ways of fighting. The topic had always interested her.
"Trench wars are stupid. They never work out, and usually end in a stalemate. Plus, they last forever, and the people fighting them are in horrible conditions." Roger states.
"But they work out sometimes," Lucielle says.

"*Sometimes*," Roger repeats, sitting down next to Lucielle.

((I'm going to bed now. Goodnight!))

((I had already passed out by the time you typed that lol. Anyway, good morning!))

Goodmorning XD))

((Welp, that ruined my immersion. XD))

((1. If it was the comment, sorry, I didn't see that earlier--. I don't really like when people do that. I thought the user would reply on my other recent account. And 2. Should I continue or you...?))

((You should since Cyan is my only current OC and Natasha and Cyan are occupied at the moment, lost in eachothers lips, sucking face.))

((Ok))

"Then what about those 'destroy from the inside out' wars?" Lucielle questioned and Roger couldn't help but smile a bit inside.
"Now, wars like that. They're so carefully planned for every scenario, some take years to perfect, but it all goes well, the spoils are worth it." Both Roger and Lucielle put their dishes in the sink and make their way down the hall.
"But Lucielle, the best option is to try and not have a war, especially if it's unnecessary. So many people overlook this idea, just keep the peace and you'll have nothing to worry about," Roger and Lucielle keep walking.
"Well, it's always only a matter of time before we get into another war. That's just what humanity does." Lucielle says, opening the control room door before Roger could tell her to knock. Both Riger and Lucielle come across Natasha and Cyan making out in the controlr room.
"Annnnd it's only a matter of time before these two wicked each others faces off, that's just what couples do." Roger comments.
"Leave!" Natasha shouts, she was biding her face again. Roger usher's Lucielle put, lecturing her about knocking again. A simple lesson that Lucielle can't seem to grasp.

Natasha pulls back, still hiding her face. She hugs Cyan tightly.

*Cyan hugged Natasha back while blushing, She was kinda pissed because it's just so simple to knock on a door yet Luci just can't seem to remember it.*
"I love you..."
*Cyan softly whispered into Natasha's ear, her voice did not sound strained. A whisper was all Cyan could manage when speaking at this point but it didn't hurt her. Her voice would be back to normal soon though.*

"I love you too..." Natasha smiles warmly, gently seaying from side to side with Cyan. She hadn't hugged anyone as lovingly like this in awhile. Whenever she did, it usually meant goodbye-- not as in death, but as in "we're leaving you behind".
After a long quietude, Natasha pulls back, adding a peck on Cyan's forehead.

*Cyan let out a quiet giggle and kissed Natasha once more before standing up, locking her deagles in her thigh holsters, and walking out of the control room. She saw Luci and Roger talking in the living room and walked into the kitchen to get something to eat*

Natasha let's Cyan go, moving out the way. She then looks back at the monitors before leaving the room, closing the door behind her.
Natasha way to Roger and Lucielle. She heard their voices echo off the metallic walls until she finally entered the room.

"Hi Roger, Lucielle..." Natasha greeted, leaning on the side with her arms crossed. She nodded to the both of them. Roger gives a quick nod, while Lucielle waves.

"So, they couldn't use bread crumbs to get back home?" Lucielle asked Roger.
"No... Well, yes, but it varies from story to story depending on which one." Roger carefully answered.

"What are you two discussing?" Natasha chimed in, sitting on the chair adjacent from the both of them.

"The Babes in The Woods."

"Sorry?"
"Hansel and Gretal! It was mother's favorite story." Lucielle beamed. "We're just talking about some plot holes in most fairytales," she explained. Natasha had never heard of Hansel and Gretal by that title, but judging by the Grandell's background, it made sense to talk about German folklore.

*Cyan was now on the floor, trying to hold in laughter from Natashas confusion, both because it would hurt her throat and because she didn't want to embarras Natasha for her lack of knowlege for different fairytail names*

Unbeknownst to most, Natasha's peripheral vision was quite excellent-- when she was paying attention to her surrounding. She caught sight of a slight smile beginning to spread across Cyan's face, and shot her a look of humiliation and playfulness.

"Ok, what about 'Rotkäppchen'?" Lucielle asks. "That had a few plot holes too, no?"

"Well, it did--" Roger leans over to Natasha and says, "She's talking about 'The Story of Grandmother'."

"What?" Natasha asks, her face was heating up and she knew it. She covered her cheeks with her hands as Roger raises an eyebrow.
"Y'know, the one with the wolf, and the girl. Something about 'not talking to strangers' at the end." Roger explained.
"Oh, Little Riding Hood. Why are they're so many variations for one story?" Natasha said aloud, sort of whining a bit.

"Well, one thing for sure is translations. Also, the story changes with each variation, so that took." Roger replied.

"I hate the other variations of Rotkäppchen..." Lucielle sighed, resting her hands in her lap.

"Why's that?" Natasha inquires, glad to slightly change the topic.

"Because, the character didn't die." Lucielle responded.

"...So, you liked the message it gave out to kids? 'Don't talk to strangers.'" Natasha had a look of concern on her face when Lucielle shook her head.

"Nope, I didn't care much for the lesson. I just liked it when the wolf won."
"Luci, you know he ate them, right?" Her father butted in. Lucielle nodded her head, a little too happily.
"You know they changed it because it was too gruesome. They /died/..."

"Yeah, and that was the best part..." Lucielle muttered.

Natasha looked over at Roger, questioning his parenting skills. Roger shakes his head, he knew where Lucielle got her interest, and it was definitely not from him.
"Ok..." Roger breathed. Natasha lets out a nervous laughter.

*Cyan got up and walked over to Lucielle, quitely whispering*
"Okay Luci, what if I were to change into my full 'darkness' form and kill/eat everyone in this sub, would you be happy that I won? You seriously need to stop being so morbid... especially at 10 years old... you're a strange one."

*Cyan then got light-headed, sat down on the couch, and held her head. She started going into one of her flashback episodes again, a headache came rushing and before she knew it Cyan was in her own head watching memories play back before her eyes. In real time though she was just frozen on the couch with her hand over her face.*

Lucielle rolls her eyes her eyes when Cyan spoke to her. When Cyan had started to go into he epsiode, she only raised an eyebrow.
"Why does she keep doing this?" Roger asks, standing up. Roger and Natasha walk over wns observe Cyan.
"There's a number of reasons for this. Ir could be related to her abilities, what she is, or her psychological state," Nat answered, reaching into her pocket.
She pulls out a small silver time, one with a decorative rose petal on the side.
"What are you doing?" Roger asked, watching Natasha click the button.
"Well, what do you use timer's for?" She answered his question with her own. Timing.

While the two waited, Lucielle slips out of the room, grumbling. "'Strange one'... sheesh..."

*Cyan was having flashbacks of the day her father was killed, when she was taken away... The day she killed her brother, and a few nights bdefore when she had to re-kill her brother. The war that she saw as she was dragged through the city.*

((Please come back online soon, I'm having a bad day and I want to RP to get it off my mind...))

((Also might need to post the 8th continuation of this RP))