((Sorry about yesterday, I had just got back from examinations and had to deal with my family and friend. I passed out because I was so tired. But I should be able to rp a lot more now since I'm going to be free for the rest of the summer. Hope you're feeling better))

"Shouldn't we try to wake her up or something?" Roger recommended, waving his hand in front of Cyan's face. Natasha shakes her head and pushes his hand away. It had been fourteen seconds already.
"You never wake someone up in a state like this, no matter what. You may cause damage to them in one way or another." Natasha cautioned.
"What if we're getting chased by intruders. Do we just leave her standing there?" Roger rests his fists on his hips. When Natasha had no answer, he took a seat by the edge of couch. He stared at Cyan, and the more he stared at her, the more he thought about his hypothetical question. It wasn't uncommon for bases to be raided, whether it was an aircraft in the sky or a sub underwater.
It would only be a matter of time before they were rescued. But what if they had visitors come to them first?

"Hey, Nat, how many more days until your sister and her fleet come and pick us up?" Roger asks, sitting up from the couch.

"They said one to two weeks, but it's only been three days... Or has it been four? It's a lot harder to keep track of the sun under water with the small amount light the ocean gives off." Natasha says.
"Ok, one, it is /not/ that hard, just use a clock like everyone else," Roger responded, standing up. "And two, I'm going to check all possible entry ways into this sub."

"But there's only one-- the hatch aloft our heads." Natasha points down the hall, in the direction of the single exit.

"Then I'll look for weak spots."

"Didn't Cy say the material this was made from is impenetrable?"

"The real question is, was this made by humans?" Roger raised an eyebrow.
'Most likely," Natasha shrugged. She didn't know, there were so many species out there that they had found, humanity was not the dominant ones anymore.
"Well, if it is, then there's bound to be a flaw-- big or small-- somewhere within these walls..." And with that, Roger left. He wanted to make sure he knew every weak point.

*Cyan quickly snapped outnof it while yelling raspily: "NO!" as an obsidian glove formed over her right fist and she charged forward, punching her hand through the living-room TV, then she took notice of the enviroment and let out a sigh of relief, she fell to her knees as the obsidian glove slowly melted away from existence. Cyan spat out blood and just looked at it, she yelled so loud that her throat tore slightly...*
"I'm fine, don't worry about it..."
*Cyan whispered, still not looking at Natasha or Roger...*

MeowStar
15 Aug, 2019, 1:36 pm
Roger was already in the doorway holding his pistol in one hand, with his other resting on his dagger that remained in his holster. He hadn't expected Cyan to snap back like that, especially since the last time she did, she was a lot calmer.
"Is... Is everything ok in here?" He slowly said, putting his weapon back into his gun belt.
"Everything's fine..." Nat says, taking a couple of steps forward towards Cy. She ignores the splatter of blood on the floor and whispers, "Are you sure you're ok? Not physically, but emotionally..." She sounded concerned.

As Roger came into the room, no one had noticed Lucielle had peeked her head into the doorway. She had heard the noise and came to investigate-- despite her father's lessons warning her to hide and find out what happened later.

"Yeah, I just keep reliving my dad being shot as I was being dragged away... PTSD always take its worst moment to strike... I'm sorry... Roger, if I ever end up losing control and hurting you, Luci, or Nat... Promise me that you won't hesitate to push that dagger into my heart and put a bullet between my eyes..."
*Cyan asked seriously, still not looking at either of them.*

Natasha looks back at him with pleading eyes. He wanted to agree, not because he loved fighting, but he'd do anything to protect his family and friends. Even if it meant hurting one of his comrades he had known for so long.
When he saw Natasha, he shook his head.
For her sake, and maybe even his, he wouldn't.
"From when I was eight, I've killed a lot of people in my life, and I can tell you it doesn't do much," he sighed. "If you were to lose control, I won't kill you. We'll find a way to restrain or something along does lines..." He then turned around to find Lucielle in the doorway. He ruffles her head, like he usually does, and sends her off to play.
Natasha presses the button on the timer. It read a '3:42:36.'

"Post traumatic stress disorder can strike at the worst times... I know you've been avoiding help, but we can help you so you don't have anymore episodes Cyan." Natasha offered. She had helped many patients, but it always pained her when they never seeked help, and they continued to suffer in silence.

*Cyan sighed.*
"Then I'll just have to kill myself when that time comes...
You're scared of what you don't understand, therefore containing it is a suicide mission, it's best just to kill me if I lose control...
No one has beenable to entrap a person with 'the darkness' before, so either releave me of my duty when the time is right like a true commander would, or I'll do it myself."
*Cyan then turned her head to the side and glared at Natasha*
"You can try but I was so young when it all happened that I can never get over the images, him being repeatedly shot, I loved my father and they took away everything that day..."

Natasha's face flared up, turning red as she clenched her fists. She looked like she was about to burst, explode with a *boom* of emotions...
But she simply simmered down, the fire sizzled, and fizzled out.

With a shaky voice she started. "Giovanni Russo, Heather McClarke, David Smith..." She kept naming the names of people, people of different backgrounds, people who had come from different homes. When she felt it was enough-- it was never enough to her-- she ended with, "Hanna Li, and Roger Grandell..." Nat said his name, and she looked over at him. He had already looking at her, and together their eyes flew back to Cyan.

"I may not know the different variations of stories of children," she joked half-hardheartedly, "But I heard those words you just said so many times, those people I mentioned, they said the same thing... Just different variations of it." Nat shakes her head, nervously fidgeting with her curls.
"We're not scared of what we don't understand, we're not scared of you. We just want to help you. We, w-we don't have to k-kill you, it's not a suicide mission. We're not offering assistance because it's our 'job', because it's apart of 'protocal'. We want to help because we love and care about you, no matter how much you think we don't. We do."
"Plus, Cyan," Roger jumped in, "They took everything away from you, to hell with them. But, that only means you have everything else to gain and more. I know nothing will bring them back. It sucks, it's horrible, it's a feeling mankind doesn't have a word to describe how negative it is. In all honesty, it's never going to go away, it's going to be there for the rest of your life," Roger sighs.
"Look, Cy, I suffer from PTSD too, along with paranoia. I lost both my parents to a missile, was forced into the military against my own will, and came back years later to find my sister had been executed for treason. I had no one... And. It. Hurt. But there are those who have suffered, those who have mysterious and chaotic powers like yours, who are still walking around. Yet, their life is still a bit shaky, and the 'darkness' didn't just disappear, but it really did get better. And the same can happen for you."

"The 'Darkness' is the name of my ability, not my description of my past... You don't understand, you think you do... but you just don't... The only thing that makes me stay sane is my self trained ability to control 'Darkness', as you can see by the mess you cleaned up earlier, my brother never mastered that control... AND I HAD TO KILL HIM AGAIN!"
*Cyan's red eye began to glow as she got more furious*
"Not a day goes by that I restrain myself from losing it... But I don't know how much longer I'll last... All I know is that I have a limit of time before I snap; my last piece of sanity, gone like a twig... You should be scared of me, I can do things that no one else with my power could do before, it's not a threat: it's a warning for what's to come if you can't man up and end my suffering when the time is right. I'm 78 percent sure that if you try to contain me when I break, you WILL die. And I'm sorry Natasha, but it's the cold hard truth..."

*Cyan stood up and looked at her hands, shaking with rage and frustration... She already felt bad but it would be easier for herself to be killed than stay silent and, without warning, kill everyone, including her love: Natasha, when she breaks*

Natasha stared at Cyan. She shook her head, wanting to say something, but she didn't. She couldn't find the words to express how she was feeling at the moment so, she stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. She wasn't exactly upset. In fact, she didn't know what she was feeling, she couldn't place her finger on it.

Roger watched, honestly a bit shocked by Nat's reaction. She was usually a lot calmer than that. He didn't know what to say, so he awkwardly just stood there with his hands in his pocket, wanting to disappear into the background.

*Cyan fell back to knees and just sat there, looking down at the ground*

As much as Roger wanted to back our of the room, he put his uneasiness to the side.
"Um, look Cy... I know that little chat didn't go well, but, uh... it'll get better..." he started to make his way to the door. "I'll just leave you to yourself..." and he quickly left the room, closing the door behind him.

*Cyan didn't move, she just sighed and sat there for a while*

((Wanna time skip??)

Sure))

Roger had been talking to Lucielle in her room, discussing what had occurred earlier. Natasha, on the other hand, was in her and Cyan's room. She was laying in the dark, clutching a pillow to he chest as she buried her face into another one. She was still red in the face from earlier. She didn't know what impression she had given Cyan when she stomped our the room, sending the metal door crashing, but she was upset. And disappointed in herself

*Cyan hadn't moved an inch, she just sat there, on her knees while looking at the floor. She was all alone in the livingroom, she liked th3-e absolute silence*

"Father, will Natasha and Cyan make up?" Lucielle had asked, which was random considering that they had been talking about cooking.

"What?" Roger asks, looking up from a book he had picked up from the bookshelf in Lucielle's room. It was a fantasy book about vampires .
"Will Natasha and Cyan make up? I had heard fighting earlier, and they have spoken to each other for nearly an hour..." Lucielle repeated, stroking the fur of a teddy bear she had found behind the bed. It stared back at into her lifeless eyes.
"I don't know. They'll come around eventually..." Roger answered, returning back to his book.
"Father..." Lucielle starts again.

"Yes, Luci?"

"What did you and mum after you two fought?" Lucielle knew he didn't like talking about her mother, but she couldn't help but have this woman, her mother, on her mind all the time. Family members-- when most of them were still alive-- had always told her she reminded them of her, that she was her mother's exact 'image'. She knew herself better than anyone, but did she really know this mysterious woman.

Roger could feel the palpitations build up in his chest for a few seconds before they died down.
"When we fought..." He began, but stopped. That woman, she was there, sitting next to Lucielle. She was drumming her hands against the wooden night stand. She was expecting an answer, more eagerly than Lucielle.
"Uh... We used to yell at each other, like Nat and Cy did, but we would make up in the end. Everything was always fine in the end," He lied, remember the countless nights of throwing chairs and the continued screaming.

Lucielle frowned. She knew he was lying, but she played along as she always had, for his sake. With a strained smile, forced and unnatural, she beamed, "That's wonderful. I'm sure it will be the same for Natasha and Cyan."

"I bet so too..." Roger smiled. He heard the woman's tsk-ing start as she stood up, shaking her head disapprovingly. She squinted her eyes at him, before walking through the wall, vanishing into thin air.

It was all in his head.
She was in his head.
God, how he missed her...

Natasha was still in the room. When she heard her communicator going off, she rolls over to the other side of the bed. It was her communicator buzzing.

Someone was contacting her.
Her hand reached for the device and missed a couple of times before it had extended far enough for her to get a good grip on it. She lured it back to her, and flipped the screen up, revealing Rin in a holographic form.
"Nat, are you there?" Rin had said, her voice had a bit of static behind it.
"Natasha... Natasha Schullz at your service... What is the matter sister?" She responded.
"I just wanted to check in. What are the status' of your teammates, and how many are there with you?" Rin inquired. Someone was talking in the background.

"There's three of us... Everyone's fine..." Natasha replied, getting ready turn her communicator off when she saw Rin do something suspicious. When the voices died down, had disappeared completely, her sister had looked over her shoulder, than behind her other, before jumping up in her seat. The atmosphere had taken a new turn, becoming high strung.

"Ok, I have to make this quick. I didn't really contact you for a status update. That was the only bs I could think of to have them allow me here," Rin admitted, leaning into the screen as if she was whispering into someone's ear.

"I need to know something: Did someone recently die on the sub recently? Particularly a man." Rin sounded a bit panicked.
Natasha couldn't think of anyone at first, until she remembered the bloody fight in the gym. Slowly, she nodded her head. She watched as various emotions passed her sister's face, coming in waves at a time. In the end, Rin laid back in her seat, looking defeated.

"Rin, what is this all about?" Nat asked, sitting up in the bed.
"Nat, I think we're in big trouble... I'll have to tell you later--" Natasha could hear voices in the background getting closer. She watched her sister sat up straight, making her face neutral.
"Yes, that will be all Natasha. Thank you for your cooperation and preserving humanity." Her sister concluded. Nat shakes her head, blurting out, "Godspeed." Rin returns a nod, ' same to you,' and the communication was cut.

Natasha was left sitting in the bed, staring at her communicator in horror. Rin was going behind her superior's back, asking questions she had not been asked to ask. She was getting information for herself, not the government. Rin was loyal, and Nat knew that. Something was wrong, but what?

*Cyan finally stood up and walked over to Nat and her bedroom and Knocking, then waiting for a response.*

Natasha heard the knock at the door. She jumped a little, still shaken up about her sister's ominous call, but she managed to walk towards the door. She puts her hand on the knob, inhaling deeply before opening it.
Lo and behold, it was Cyan. Natasha's lip quivered a bit as she stood there. She didn't know what to say, so she just hugged Cyan.

*Cyan hugged Natsha back in relief, she was happy that Natasha wasn't mad at her, She kissed Natasha on the forehead and then picked her up, carrying her over to the bed and laying her down, while laying down next to her.*

Natasha laid down next to Cyan, crying as she had once been before. She didn't know why, but she just broke down.

*Cyan's blue eye started glowing as it also had the ability to calm people, Cyan hugged Natasha and comforted her.*
"It's okay, I'm not dead yet. I'm still gonna be here for you."

I'm starting to get sleepy now so you can go to bed if you wqnt...))

I can't keep my eyes open so goodnight!))

"That's good..." Natasha weakly said, wiping her tears away, but they just kept coming. She was still thinking about her sister, how much danger she must be in just to sneak a message to her sister, to ask a simple question.
A simple question with a lot behind it.
She knew there was more to it, and she was stressing over it. Natasha started to feel sick to her stomach. She started to rub her head again, clutching onto the fabric of Cyan's clothing.

((good night))

*Cyan kept using her blue eye to calm Natasha all-the-while stroking her hair gently*
Careful, you don't want to rip my clothes off, do you?
*Cyan said jokingly while giggling*

For a second, Natasha smirked slyly at Cyan's comment, saying, "Mhmm... Maybe I do..." She sits up, reaching for her communicator. She puts it into her pocket, and starts to tie her hair into a bun.

Her sister was on her mind. She was worrying about her, but Nat knew worrying didn't do anything, especially when the problem was out of her control. Besides, it was Rin, she knew she could handle herself.

"Um, Cyan, would you happen to have any movies on board...?" She asked. She didn't want to talk about the conversation they had just earlier. It was too soon, and besides, she was getting board of reading books everyday.

"Hmmm... about 1000, I guess."

*Cyan got up and walked over to tge little cabnet on the TV stand, pulling out quite afew movies, including: Venom, Ghost Rider, and old classic; Coraline, all 'Hunger Games' movies, and afew others (Which are based off of YOUR favorite movies)*

"Oh, you gave Coraline!? Let's watch that!" Natasha's eyes lit up with excitement, like a child recieving a puppy. This was a side of Natasha most didn't see, especially since she was usually one of the calmer ones.
"I used to watch it with my sister all the time... Well, after we left from the lady." She smiles.

((I've noticed :D ))

*Cyan popped the disc into the DVD player and hopped back up on the bed, starting the movie and putting her arm around Natasha as they lied back and watched the movie*

Natasha snuggles up next to Cyan, forgetting about her worries for now. She watched the movie start up, listening the theme song play as the visuals faded into view.
From the outside, the muffled sounds of humming of the "other mother" from the screen could be heard when Roger and Lucielle passed by the door.
"Oh, they're watching a movie," Roger says. It may have been obvious, but they had come looking for the two women in the first place, just to check in.
"See, they're fine. I'm sure they made up by now Luci," Roger smiles. Lucielle nods her head.
"Now, why don't you go take a shower while I prepare dinner? It's getting late," Roger suggested.
"Yes father," and with that, they went their separate ways-- Lucielel to her bathroom, Roget to the kitchen.
"Have you ever read the book?" Natasha asks, still cuddled up next to Cyan. They were only twenty minutes into movie. "I heard it was creepier than the movie."

No, I haven't read many books, ya' know, with being on the run/chased down all the time.

*Cyan answered then looked back at the TV, watching*
"I mean, I've read more than 100 but still, not that many when you think about it..."
*Cyan corrected herself, she didn't want to make it seem that she was dumb*

"Ah yes, a life on the lam takes away a lot of precious reading time. Though, you'll be able to catch up now if you want, which is good," Natasha replies, getting up from the bed. She had started to tie her hair into a pony tail when there was a sudden bang from outside the sub.

There was frantic knocking on the door, and when Natasha opened it, Lucielle had raced by her inside, hiding under the covers of the bed. Nat raises her eyebrows. She wouldn't have guessed Luciellle was afraid of thunder.

*Cyan just looked at Lucielle for a second then shook her head*

Lucielle saw Cyan shaking her head and she glared at her. "Don't tell me you're nor scared of thunder. Weren't you afraid of it as a kid?!" She asked, sounding a bit frantic.
"I slept to the sound of thunder. It's so soothing," Natasha chimes in. Lucielle gives her a look.
Another loud boom goes off aloft their heads, and Lucielle shrieks, hiding under the blankets.
"Can I stay in here!?" Lucielle pleaded.
"I'm fine with it. How about you, Cy?" Nat shrugged. She then grabbed rhr remote and paused thr kivie. She hadn't noticed it had been running the whole time.

"1. No I wasn't scared of it as a kid, and 2. Yes you can stay ing her tonight AS LONG as Natasha and I still have our cuddling-room, it's hard for me to sleep without it..."

"Fine, fine. Just don't start kissin' and whatnot," Lucielle gagged.
"Then I'll guess you'll have to leave, because that's exactly what we'll be doing," Natasha said jokingly. Lucielle stuck out her tongue, but huffed. She agreed to stat quiet and give them their space.
Once everything was settled, Natasha climbed back into bed, they resumed them movie. Lucielle was on the side of the bes, hiding under the covers, huddling up next to Natasha whenever the sky gave a shout. Nat separated the two, lying in the middle of the bed.

"Lucielle, how is thunder-booming scarier to you then the loudass bang of my loudass gun..."

Lucielle sticks her head out from out under the covers, revealing her face.
"I was born into a world of ammunition. Shoot outs always happened at roundups where dad and I used to live before we moves into the bases of the organization. Thunder... Something about is just... frightening..." Lucielle answers, she looked as if she was trying to remember something. Something in her past reminded her about thunder, something awful, but she couldn't figure out what it was.
There was a crack of lighting, followed by a loud sound that shattered the air. Lucielle jokts up, clinging onto Natasha.

The lights flickered on and off for a second, causing the movie to go off and on as well. The three of then felt the sub sway to the side, hard, making a couple of books on the bookshelf tumble over each other.

The flickering lights eventually went out, along with any other electrical appliances on the submarine. Ehwn they went off, Roger's bellow could be heard by all, followed by a series of curses from the kitchen.

"Great, now it's dark," Lucielle whined.

"It's just the squall causing all of this, the lights will come back on soon..." Nat says, getting up, rubbing her eyes.

*Cyan got up and turned on the emergency generator in the closet, turning on all the power, but the generator was quite small so all light throught the submarine was very dim*
"God damnit, We have to sink abit lower if we don't want to get toppled by the ocean current..."

"Sink? Are we going to die?" Lucielle voice was higher than usual from her anxiety. Natasha shook her head calmly at Lucielle.
"Don't worry, we'll be fine." As much as she tried to comfort the little girl, it didn't look like it was helping much. Lucielle was visibly shaking a bit. When a another thunder erupted from the sky, she yelped and zipped under the bed.
"Oh, boy... I'm going to go check on Roger and see if he's ok..." Natasha says, starting to leave the room. She closes the door behind her and walks down the hall.

"I meant we have to go down deeper to prevent death, Lucielle... Like, submerging?"

*Cyan shook her head, walking over to Lucielle up, then she walked out of the room with her and set her on the couch and looked at Nat and Roger in the kitchen*

((Brain fart, Cyan picked Lucielle up and walked into the living room, Cyan then set Luci down on the couch with her blanket. Sorry))

Cyan and Lucielle came to find Natasha and Roger sitting at the dining room. Roger had a wet cloth around his arm.
"Here, let me see," She offered, reaching her hands out to his. He rests his bruised arm in her hand, revealing the burn mark.
"Are you ok father!?" Lucielle sat up in the chair. She climbed up, so she could see over the back park of the chair, looking at Roger.

"I'm fine dear. I was cooking the pork for 'Jaeger Schnitzel' when the lights went out. I don't know how I managed to spill the whole damn thing onto me, but I did..." He explained, his eyes trailing to the pan of oil he had been cooking. The fire on the stove was still on, so Natasha turned it off.
"You're skin is blistering... It's without a doubt a second degree burn..." Nat informed Roger. Roger clenched his teeth, balling his fists to help ease the pain a bit.

"Dear, where are your medkits?" Nat called to Cyan, looking over to Luci and her.
Luci was shaking in the blanket. The thunder wasn't bothering her as much now. It was more of the darken atmosphere around her. She huddles next to Cyan, using her as a shield of some sort.

"God damnit, I'll be right back..."
*Cyan pulled away from Luci and set her back on the chair, then ran down the hall to the medbay. Cyan ran back down the hall with a yellow and red striped reflective medkit that looked like a toolbox, she set it down on the table, opening it up and getting burn ointment and bandages, Cyan rubbed some ointment over the burn then handed the bandages to Natasha*
"You better tie it off, I only know how to do the 'quick comerade repair' technique and it's pretty temporary but If I wrap it: it's gonna hurt like hell for the time period Roger wears the bandage."

For some reason, Natasha hesitated to start the bandaging. Her comforting eyes of icy green iris stared at the medkit for a minute or so before taking the ointment and started to bandage Roger's wound.
Once Nat had spread the ointment and other medications to the burned areas, Natasha made the final wrap around Roger's arm, and around the bottom half of his hand.

"Thanks Nat," Roger said, getting up from the chair. He wasn't prepared when his daughter-- still wrapped in the blanket-- hugged him. He nearly toppled down. He pat her head with his non dominant hand-- his right.
"Uh, yeah, sure. No problem..." Natasha sounded slightly bothered. "I'll clean up and make dinner," She quickly added, her eyes darting from side to side before moving to the other half the kitchen. She picked up the pan and began to wash it carefully.

*Cyan sat down at the diningroom table and looked at the medkit, studying each supply*

((want to time skip to dinner time?))

Yes please.))

Natasha stood back to look at her work. It wasn't a horrible dinner, but it wasn't anything that would amount to Roger could make-- well, what he could make when ninety percent of his arm wasn't burned.
She had seasoned the pork differently and baked it in the oven for some time, and had nearly burned in the process after questioning if the meat had been cooked all the way through. Besides the pork, Natasha had made corn to go along with it, and kale.

When Nat started to walk back to the rooms to tell everyone dinner was ready, she checked her communicator for any new messages from her sister. Only the usual alert for enemies in areas that were no where near them. She sighed and closed it.
"Dinner's ready," She spoke, her voice was low, when she popped her head into Roger and Lucielle's cracked door. The two of them had been talking, returning to the topic of fairy tales.

"Cy, dinner's ready..." She announced, when she had left Lucielle's room and made her way back to her and Cyan's room.

*Cyan had tears streaming down her cheeks as she dropped her gun to the ground and held her head in frustration*
"I'm fine, I'll be out in a minute, I just need time to compose myself."
*Natasha immeadiately knew what this was, but it's her call to leave the room, either way; nothing changes.*

Natasha closed the door behind her, closely it softly. She locked the door, to give them extra privacy, and slid down the wall until she was on her knees on the ground.
She remembered when her father and mother were still alive. When one of them were upset, the other would be there for them, no matter what.

"Take as long as you need, but know that I am if you need someone to talk to, just someone to even simply listen to your troubles..." She says.

((I'm passing out. Gn))

*Cyan shook her head*
"You don't need to know my
troubles, atleast not right now..."
((Goodnight))

((Gm))

"Alright then..." Was all Natasha said. She still sat there, against the door, on the floor with her legs crossed.
At the kitchen table was just Luciele. She was still wrapped jn the blanket she had gotten from Cyan. Roger hadn't come eat with her, reason being he wanted to sleep for now. He hadn't been sleeping for awhile now.

Lucielle shoved a piece of pork into her mouth, chewing cautiously as her eyes scanned the area of the kitchen. In the dark, a child's overactive imagination can create just about anything, causing paranoia

*Cyan wiped her face and stood up*
"C'mon, lets just go eat."
*Cyan smiled and waited for Natasha to stand up*

((Gm))

((Idk for sure but we might already need the 9th continuation of this RP))

The rp is up