Natasha lets out a low shaky breath, running her hands through Cyan's hair. She pulls back a bit, staring into her partners eyes for a bit. She smiles warmly at Cyan.

*Cyan smiled seductively as she Tightened her grip on the pleasure-point and pulled Natasha in once again for a passionate kiss. She could feel Natasha tense up, getting more impatient and wanting more by the second.*

((You might wanna post the 23rd RP under the #Mature setting. UwU))

((But not rn obvs))

((Oof, alright))

Natasha starts to put her hand under Cyan's shirt, tracing her sides while making her way up. She was almost to Cyan's chest when they heard the clattering of the plate on the counter.

Natasha stops. Cyan and Natasha both turn to see Lena, who was casually looking through the cabinets.

*Cyan stared at Lena blankly, then slowly began to smile and laugh*
"Just so casual... *Giggling* ...Two people getting down and dirty on the table? Lena: 'Lemme just fix a plate of spaghetti.'..."
*Cyan began laughing so hard she fell on her knees.*

*Cyan pulled her shirt back down to her waist and got up still laughing. She looked at Natasha.*
"Sorry. I just had to think for a sec... *Giggle*"

Natasha didn't say anything. She was bright red, staring at her sister. She then buried her face in her hands, covering hiding herself.
Lena take out a plate, setting it down on the counter.
"I mean, it's not that big of a deal. It's just how people are... Though there are such things as rooms, closed doors..." Lena, puts a plate or spaghetti on her plate.

"In short: get a room."
"Noted..." Natasha's voice was shy, small and frail. She was still covering her face, not making eye contact.
Lena walks out, not bothered by the situation at all. Had it been Roger or Luicelle, it would have been a different story.

Lena walks back down the hall, then knocks. The door door swings opened and swiped the plate, nearly dropping the food. Before it could be closed, Lena placed her foot in between the door and doorway.
"What do you say?" She crossed her arms, staring at an angry Lucielle.
Lucielle growled, slamming the door on Lena's foot.

"Yhat doesn't hurt... just letting you know..." Lena sighed.
With a groan, Lucy yelled, "fine! 'Thank you're! Sheesh..."

"Fooooorrr?" Lena raided her eyebrows.
Lucielle grumbled. "For bringing me dinner..."
"You're welcome." With that Lena removed her foot and the door slammed shut.

"You need to work on teaching her manners..." lena mentions, which spooked Roger. He had just approached her, but she didn't turn around to see him.

"Yeah, I'm working on that..." roger replied. The two of them begin to walk down the hall.

"Did you happen to tell Nat I was sorry for ot making it to dinner? I had to wrap my head around some thoughts fir a bit..."

"Oh, she was too busy bring wrapped around someone--"
"What?"
"Nothing," lena laughs. Her eye flashed red.

*Cyan hugged Natasha*
"Well that was certainly a thrill... I don't know about you but I kinda liked it... Wanna continue in the bedroom or are you too embarassed to start up on the intensity tonight?"

"Um... Maybe after dinner. I just need some time to cool off..." Natasha looked mortified, her eyes were wide.
"I didn't expect my sister of all people to just... stroll in..."

*Cyan giggled*
"Welp. That's what ya get for not beong prepared."

"Well... I..." Natasha was to flustered to respond. She was too busy thinking about how her younger sister saw her now. She helplessly groaned, shaking her head.

"My tongue will take all your worry away later. Now. Let's eat."

Natasha's face lit up like a Christmas tree, red and flushed as she gawked at Cyan.

"Oh, um, alright..." she stutters, returning back to her seat. At least she had after the meal to look foward too, and to distract her from her mortification.

*Cyan giggled, sitting back down and finishing her meal up. Then getting up and washing her dish off before walking towards the bedroom*
"I'll be waiting-..."
*Cyan seductively as she slapped her @ss on the way through the door.*

Natasha bited the bottom or her lip a bit as she washes her plate. She felt butterflies in her stomach starting up, supporting her nervous feeling in her gut.

She was about to trail behind Cyan when she runs into Lucielle, who stomped passed her. She looks over at the young girl, who frustratedly tried to reach the sink. Eventually, she threw her plate into the sink and left, grumbling.

*Cyan got into a more explicit outfit which showed alot more skin and cleavage, with short skintight shorts revealing more of her THICC thighs and lied down on the bed, she pressed a button on a remote and all the lights in the room turned white and pink, dimming a little bit.*

Natasha watches Lucielle go down the hall and shut her door. She then made it to her room, where she stopped and saw Roger and Lena conversing. They waved and she waved back and entered.
Nat stops, looking around the room and then to Cyan's outfits, which her eyed trailed up and down for a bit.

"When you said your tongue, I thought that meant more kissing..." she joked, but clearly Cyan had more in mind.

She sits down next on the bed, squeezing Cyan's thigh as she leaned in more.

"Do I mean something more? Shall we find out?"
*Cyan giggled and leaned in to kiss Natasha, wrapping her tongue around Natasha's. She put her hand on the back of Nat's head/neck*

((Part of me believes Natasha is gonna be a trap or a futa or something and even if she is Cyan will still be into it XD))

"Nice outfit..." she grins.
Natasha wastes no time, picking back where she just left off. She wrapped her tongue around Cyan's, caressing the side of Cyan's chest. She she shifts over, closer to Cyan.

*Cyan grabbed one of Natasha's thighs and pressed down on the pleasure-point. She kissed Natasha and pulled her even closer as she got abit more intense*

Natasha pushes Cyan down, getting onto of her. She cups Cyan's cheeks with her hands, kissing her passionately

*Cyan began tracing Natashas back until she eventually got to her waist. Cyan trailed her hands underneath the waistband of Natasha's pants and got to Natasha's bare @ss, where she gently squeezed*

Natasha moved her hands down to Cyan's back. When she did, she began working to take the outfit off, bit my bit.

*Cyan began to tingle from the soft sensations of Natasha's hands working to remove her outfit.*

Natasha undid the back buttons of Cyan's outfit, exposing the rest of Cyan's figure. Her face turns beet red. Natasha looked a bit unsure about thi, despite feeling comfortable before.

*Cyan giggled*
"Panicking from the heat-of-the-moment?"

"M-maybe a little bit..." Natasha stutters. She laughs nervously, "maybe a lot..." She was just staring, anxiously twisting the curls in her hair.

*Cyan covered her chest back up.*
"It's fine. I'm ready whenever you are. I won't force you into uncomfortability."

Natasha looks away, frantically getting off Cyan.

"Um thanks... I..." She points back to the bathroom, backing up slowly. Natasha wipes her eyes, they were glossy.
"I just need a moment..." She exhaled in a shaky voice. She whips around, zipping to the bathroom where she opened the door and shut it. Then locked it.

Nat stayed in there for a couple of minutes, covering her face with her hands.

From outside, Cyan could hear Natasha cursing at herself quietly. There was a loud thud, as if something was thrown at the wall.

*Cyan walked over to the bathroom door. She knocked twice.*
"Everything okay in there?"

"I'm fine..." Natasha lied. Her voice trembled when she spoke. She sniffed, wiping her tears away. She had thrown the bottle of hand soap at the wall to blow some steam off.

*Cyan sighed.*
"Natasha. I could live my life with you ENTIRELY without s3x and I'd still be perfectly happy. Don't beat youself up over it"

Natasha sniffed. She was still on the floor, her knees tucked into her chest. She stared at the tile ground with a fistful of hair in her right hand. She was resisting the urge to pull.

The door unlocked and opened revealing Natasha who eyed were puffy and pink from crying.

"I just find it annoying-- invrrdinky frustrating-- that I can't initate anything like we just tried to do. I always freeze up..." Her eyed narrowed. She twirled her hair.

*Cyan smiled and kissed Natasha*
"I don't know. I guess we can practice? One step at a time."

Natasha shrugged, slowly nodding her head. She hugged Cyan, knowing gladly she wasn't frustrated or angry with her.

*Cyan hugged her tightly and gently flopped both of them onto the soft bed*
"Now, let's try to sleep."

Natasha held Cyan close. She then kisses her forehead, snuggling in bed with her. She had the whole world in her arms

Roger and Lena stopped in front of one of the various circular windows within the submarine.

"Your sister said the ocean's depressing to look at..." Roger mentioned. He folded his hands behind his back. "Do you know why she would say that...?"

Lena didn't answer for a bit. "Natasha loves life, and the ocean lacks it, it is empty... It's an aquatic ghost town whose only residents are the bleached coral reefs. If it's lucky, maybe a poor animal with it's head stuck in plastic of some sort dwells here too."

Roger nods his head.

"Y'know, I saw earlier that the rescue team is coming... We have 17 hours left..."

"I'm aware." She answered. She didn't look at him.

"Is that why you've been cutting your hair?"

"...and erasing my serial numbers. I plan to cut rewire some of my programming as well prior to the rescue." She thought about her wake up program.

"Do you have a backstory?"

"Working on it..."

"I was thinking of a citizens backstory." Lena continues.

"Let's here it."

"My name is Jane Boyer, I'm 19 years old." Lena's voicebox had made her voice deeper than normal. When Roger asked about an identification card, she froze.

"Citizens are required to carry it all times. If you dont have one, you'll be thrown in jail until they can confirm your identity. Plus, they do heat signature scans now for citizens. Did you think of that?"

"Like I said, I'm still working on it."

"Well then let's complete it." The two went off to the armory.

*Cyan hugged Natasha abit closer and spooned her as she slowly began to fall asleep and the calming red and pink lights dimmed abit more*

((Wanna time skip?))

Sure))

The low hum of the submarine had stopped suddenly, awakening Natasha. She smiled tiredly when she saw Cyan next to her, and yawned as she got out from bed. Ro her surprise, Roger was standing in the doorway with Lucielle.

She gave him a questioning look. He simply said, "they're here."

While they had slept, Roger had piloted the submarine up to the rescue coordinates, and outside were the rescuers.
Without thinking, Natasha takes off down the hall to check on her sister.

*Cyan shot up and threw her deagles into her thigh holsters as she ran out of the room, diving and clearing completely over Roger and Lucielle through the doorway, not even touching them as she ran down the hall and climbed up the ladder to see the Submarine being hooked up onto a helicarrier. Cyan dropped down the ladder and shot down the hall, running past Natasha and to Lena. Cyan grabbed her arm and pulled her down the hall to the workshop, grabbing Natasha alpng the way. She shot a picture of Lena and immediately began working on a giga-realistic ID card.*
"You'd better have your backstory straight or you're fvcked, Lena. There's no way they can decipher this ID Card."

"Do you have a story?" Natasha asked, whipping her head to Lena. Lena paced back and forth, repeating her story to herself over and over as she watched Cyan's fingers glide across the keyboard, making the ID card.
"That's going to be a state ID card, will that be enough?"

"It should be enough based on what I'm going to tell them." Lena answered.
"What are you going to tell--?" Nat's voice was cut off with a "ahem" from behind. She peered over her shoulder, dumbfounded. There was a man standing there, wearing a hybrid of a hazmat suit and scuba gear. He stood there watching them, then his brow furrowed.
"Who here is Natasha Schullz?"

"That would be me." Natasha answered sheepishly. She took a step forward.

"You reported four bodies: Ms. Cyan, Roger Abigal Grandell, his daughter, and yourself. Why is there a fifth?"

"I can explain. She was...."

"I'm a survivor, a person this group rescued from section 24C." She spoke up, and Natasha backed off towards the other side of the room.

He reached from his radio, said something, then stopped mid sentence, asking-- "What is your name?"

"Jane Boyer."

"Uh, yes, we have a 'Jane Boyer' on board..." He stopped and looked around at them. "Ms. Cyan, what are you constructing over there?" He inquired.

*She pulled out ome of her deagles and placed it infront of her, shutting off the computerscreen, she stepped aside slightly*
"I'm polishing my gun and also logging my PRIVATE diary. Small details of the day and also something personal. Things like that. I sure hope you don't expect to see my private entries."

*Cyan wiped her gun off and reholstered it, turning the computer back on and block8ng the entire screen from hazmat-boi's perspective, continuing to type*
"Is there a reason you don't use my real first and last name? You should atleast have enough respect to do that. Ya' know; you killing my father and kidnapping me into working in your agency and whatnot. I don't like anyone at the agency yet I still respect everyone. Have enough brains to do the same. It's '(Ms.) Alex Soraiya' to you."

*Cyan finished the card and shot it out of the card printer next to the monitor, she caught it and hid it then hacked into the agency and logged the file and backstory into the agent log. she then wiped the typed file out and shut the computer off, Cyan walked over and put her arm around Natasga and sneakily slid the card into Lena's pocket since she was standing next to Natasha by now. Cyan stared at the man with a unanimated yet noticeable hatred*

"I'm sorry if I'm being an asshole but you and your agency have never once used my REAL first and last name, only my codename, and I'm just a little pissed off that being kidnapped and forced to work in this government for almost 12 years grants me no real respect from anyone. Now's a good time to start or I'll go rogue and this government will lose a top-class combat trainer/defender and not to mention that I'm "Code Red: Sav2CI" or the savior incase: the main HQ is attacked due to how dangerous I am; 'The Organization' will lose Sav2CI if I do go rogue. This isn't nesicarily the time to rant but I'd rather do it now than never, are my demands understood and met via yourself?"
*Cyan looked at the man inthe hazmat suit with a blank unemotional yet somehow deadly-uncomfortable stare*

"Du solltest besser bereit sein, wenn sie uns zurück zur Basis bringen."
*Cyan whispered to Natasha and Lena in German*

((Sorry for the long-ass-wall of text. and also, do try to translate any german your characters speak (in parentheses) as I do struggle to understand quite abit of German))

((I do speak Japanese pretty fluently though and will translate it (in parentheses) whenever Cyan uses it. Also, incase you didn't undersand the full sentence that Cyan just said; it was "Both of you had better be ready when they take us back to base."))

((Got it))

The rescuer sighed, suddenly becoming decades older than he already was. His face seemed to sag in some areas and through the green tinted window of his suit, the bags around his eyes had become more noticeable.

"Honestly, I don't care what you are to the HQ. You're not the only Code Red: Sav2CI, there are others like you and others who are different." He started, his tone was irritated. "Secondly, you're getting written up for this. I'm sure they'll love to hear about one of their highly trained soliders threatening to go rogue because I, oh I don't know, didn't have respect for her. No one has respect for us, we're the lower tier, it's a given. Oh and also, congrats..." He took out his communicator from his holster. A hologram popped up, and he pressed a button.
"You were kidnapped and forced to work against your will here like 'everyone else/. Maybe you can file a complaint to someone who gives a damn while you're at it." He huffed, turning away to report back.

The man only took one small step before he felt suddenly heavy, as if gravity itself had gone haywire. He crashed into the ground, banging his head hard on the side of the door. His helmet had fallen off during the whole ordeal to reveal an area of red, irritated skin where he had hit himself. He got up and grumbled, rubbed his head, and left with his helmet in his hands.

Lena looks over at Natasha who was red in the face, fists clenched. "You made him fall didn't you?"

"He was being rude," Her voice was sharp as she wrapped one arm around Cyan protectively.

Roger and Lucielle watched as the man who had gone to the back came walking past them mumbling. Roger had only caught, "...Hate my fvcking job..."

"Hey," The rescuer barked at him and his daughter. "Make sure you guys are ready to go in T-minues four minutes, got it!?" Not waiting for a response, he climbed up the hatch and was lifted into the helicarrier via transporter.
"Dad..." Roger glanced down to see Lucielle staring back at him with small eyes.

"Do we really have to go back? I know the sub is small, and borin', but I like it here."

"We have to go back... Just for now..." Roger says. He still had other intentions rather than returning back to his military life, intentions he would surely act on now for the sake of his daughter. It would take time though....

*Cyan giggled and kissed Natasha*
"God I love you. And that guy is stupid. I AM the only Sav2CI. 'Savior 2 Cork Ireland.' Fvcking dumb @$$..."
*She giggled. Cyan looked at Lena*
"You ready to start your new life, Jane?"

"He also doesn't know that I'm from the deepest darkest pits of hell ever to be known. I hold power that no one, not even The Organization, know about. I trust you two to keep that a secret. I can literally destroy earth at any moment if I chose to... also if I knew how... I haven't reached my full potential."

Natasha was listening in on Cyan's speech when she looked back to see 'Jane' pacing back and forth. She let's go of Cyan and went over to her sister.

"Hey, everything's going to be alright." She places her hand on Lena's shoulders. A shaky, "okay..." came from Lena. She sounded unsure.

Just as Lena finished saying that, Roger and Lucielle strolled in.
"What did you ladies do?" His face as serious but there was hint of delight in his eyes.

"What?"

"Somehow all three of you managed to piss off the rescuer in the span of... six minutes."

"He may have gotten a rant and 'fell'." Natasha's smile was michevious, an old one Lena recognized from when they were kids. She was always the structured one, following the rules, while Nat always bent them. The nostalgic sly look on Nat's ace made her smile too.

*Cyan smiled*
"That sneaky sonovab!tch... Natasha, he left a small knife where he fell! no wonder he kept reaching behind his back."

"A knife? What's was he planning do with that?" Lucielle's voice squeaked. He didn't realize, but Roger has started to hold Luciellle protectively while staring at the fallen blade on the floor. "Nothing Lucie, he was going to do nothing to us, not whole I'm around."

"I didn't want to say anything about it. It would raise suspicion..." Lena's voice was quiet.

Natasha wrapprs her sleeve around her hand and went to go pick it up to examine further.
"It's still caked with the dried blood. It's been used recently..."

Natasha made a face, backing away from the weapon.

"We should start gettin' ready. He said the helicarrier would take the sub along with us.

Just then, Natasha remembered. "Roger, where is that radio we found?"

"The what?"
"The communicatir, the one that we all took turns cracking the code for--"

"I helped!" Lucielle proudly said, forgetting about the blade incident.

"It's in my room." Roger answers.

"We need to get rid of that."

"Would they even care?"

"It's one of the enemies. Of course they would. I saw some photos on there I completely forgot to look at this whole time. If he comes back, stall!" She started off out the room and down the hall. Besides the communicator, she was going to get something else too.

*Cyan grabbed the knife with a rag and looked at it closely*
"Hmm... I'll give it back to him soon... Not in the way he'd expect though..."
*Cyan giggled, a hint of evil was heard in the giggle*

"Cyan..." There was a forewarning tone in Roger's voice as he looked over at her. It didn't take long for Lucielle to catch on what she meant, and with that realization, she exclaimed, "Oh, oh, can /I/ be the one to drive it into his back!?"

Roger scolded his daughter, to where Lucielle pouted.

While the two bickered with each other, Roger trying to explain why killling was wrong, Lena kept staring at the wall in front of her. On the outside, it seemed like she was in a daze, uncommunicatie and motionless. Inside, she was busy, breaking through programming and codes with her own.
'Delete morning routine? Hello A/N, today is A/N, and the weather is-- DELETED. Delete files of-- DELETED. Disconnect from server?' She paused, her eyes widening. She had never gone without being connected to the server, it was all that she had ever known. Having access to data for commercial purposes, it had helped her proceed in making choices. Without it, it felt like her sight had been taken away.
'Disconnect from server?' The disembodied voice asked again. only she was able to hear it. If she disconnected from the server, it would be harder to trace her. Quickly, she downloaded the database, then disconnected.

"Lena...?" The voice sounded soft, too human to be one of the mechanical software in her head. Lena returned back to reality, away from the digital world just for a moment, and found Roger standing in front of her.
"How're holdin' up with all of this?" He asked.

"I just disconnected myself from the server so I would say... Lost but managable." She answered, realizing she would have to work on how she spoke as well.

Natasha hurried down the hall, running her hand down its walls. She had came to the medical room where she went through the cabinents, looking for the misplaced medkit until she found it. It was up in the cabinet, in the far back, too high for her. She looked over to the door, and when she saw no one was there, she motioned her index finger towards her. The medkit fell out from the cabinet and into her hands. She tore through it, only taking the bandages.
She then slipped out the room and towards Roger's. To her suprise, and dismay, the door was already opened. She peeked in to see two rescuers, both standing there and talking to one another. The communicator was in one of their hands. She would have to get it later--

"What are you doing?" Natasha froze up, looking up at a tall woman. She stared down at Natahsa, telling her to remain with her group, reluctantly obeying. She still had one more thing to check-- well, two.

*Cyan knocked Lucielle upside the head*
"Knock it off. You're too young to be acting like a psychopath."
*Cyan walked down the hall to Roger's room, she saw the two and the comunicator*
"Uh, hello? What are you doing in my friend's bedroom? And also..."
*Cyan threw the knife at the Hazmat guy, it landing in the floor stuck mere centimeters away from his feet*
"YOU FORGOT THAT RECENTLY USED KNIFE WHEN YOU FELL! What the hell?! Why is it bloody?"

*Cyan was obviously taller than the hazmat guy and the other woman and much more intimidating, which easily meant that Cyan would be able to stand her ground until brought some answers or until the two rescuers left the room.*

((Sh!t, I forgot the hazmat guy left the sub, can we just pretend he didn't and he's in the room with the tall woman?))

As intimidating as Cyab was trying, the man ans woman returned only blank faces. The man looked tired and the woman, well, emotionless in a way.

He glares at Cyan, picking the knife up from the floor.

"We ran into a couple of zombies. There were some laying dormant on the top of your sub." He explained through gritted teeth.

"It seems they are evolving, surviving in water for longer periods of time... We'll have to report that, correct."

"Yes." He says, putting the knife back in his holster. He realized there was a hole in it, explaining while the knife fell out. Now, he simply held onto it, gripping the haft with his hand.

"Also, you mind explaining /that/?" The lady asked. They had already seen the communicator. "Why is that onboard?"

"Uhh... I had to kn0ck an enemy and had to use their comunicator to find Roger and then I also had to use it to locate Jane and save her. I'd like it back so I can decrypt as much as I can. We might need any info we can get."
*She stared at the woman with a blank face, un-emotional, her dead red and blue eyes had a scary look of a killer to them.*

"Why did you have to find Roger? Did something happen?" The woman asked.

The man takes the communicator, dismissing her request. "No matter the reason, we'll be taking the comunciator with us to decipher ourselves. If you want to take a look, you can check in with Mr. Isaac."
The woman was silent.

"Now, we have to start leaving for the mainland before anymore of those wrecked zombies come back. Is your crew ready to aboard the helicarrier?"

*She blocked the door*
"I'll be taking my comunicator now and you'll be going to Mr. Izzac. The thing isn't yours to take and I'll be having it back now. Thank you very much. I'll happily allow you to take it when you have a warrant to take it."
*Darkness slowly filled the room as Cyan's tentacles slowly sprouted from her back and myst started filling the room. Cyan held out her hand*
"Also, if you don't already know, Base 47-F was attacked and that's the reason you all are even here in the first place. But you will not be taking my evidence that I have already began working on."

*Cyan's Tentacles suddenly covered and blacked out the entire room, the only thing seen being herself, hazmat boi, and the tall woman.*

"Oh no, she's so big and scary..." Sarcasm ran in his voice as the woman took the device from him and held the communicator out. He pointed to it with his glove and a red light appeared from the tip of his index finger, scanning the communicator.

"There, we have a digital version of everything's that's on it and you can have the physical copy back." She was always one to compromise, despite orders.

"Ark, we're supposed to take all pieces of evidence and confiscate them--"

"Rune, it's fine. Like I said, we have a digital copy." She smiled a bit, reassuring him. Her partner grumbled.

At the same time, the side of their helmets started to beep. It was time to go.

"Natasha what happened out there--"

"We don't have much time, give me your arm." Natasha says, setting the media down on the bench nearby.

"What?" Lena asked, but stuck our her arm. She trusted her sister.

Natasha disconnected the new arm that Cyan had made for her. She places it on the table.

"If you're going to pose as a civilian, who they will let in mind you, you have to hide your robotic parts." Natasha explained.
The three of them stood there, watching as Natasha go to the medikit and pulled out bandages. She rolled up Lena's sleeves a bir and wrapped up her hand as if it was broken.

"What about injuries? How will we pull that off?" Roger asked.

"We don't need to..." Natasha's voice trailed off, referring to the indents and holes in Lena's arm. She rolled her sister's sleeve down, not looking her in the eyes.

*Everything went back to normal in the blink of an eye. Cyan walked away, nodding as a thankyou to tge woman, Cyan walked down the hall into the workshop*
"It's time."

Lena scans Cyan, then looks over to Natasha and Roger who nod back to her.
"Sooooo, what are we going to do about Frodo ans Misty?" Lucielle broke the silence and nodding. All heads turned to her.

The child had a point.

"That is true. It's not like we can tell them there's celestial cat--"

"Frodo's a space kitty!" Lucielle corrected Natasha. Roger quickly lectures her on interrupting, to which Lucielle sticks her tongue out.

*Cyan sighed*
"Misty stays with me so they'll just have to deal with it."

((Sorry... It's 3 AM and I just go5 back from ice-camping so I'm tired.))

"Yes, I'm sure they'll be fine with an 700 or 800lb lion." Roger thought about the 'no pets' policy back in the bunkers when he was younger.
"If Cyan can keep Misty, I can keep Frodo!" Lucille calls our, racing to the couple room. Natasha ran after her, not knowing how a misty would react to a ten year old bursting through the during during a quiet afternoon. Roger sighs, walking after them.

((Ice camping? Hm, never heard of that before. Sounds fun though))

*Cyan sighed, her eye becoming redder by the minute, she was getting pissed off over something*
"I got the comunicator back. Stupid rescuers. I would've been fine living and dying on this submarine."

*She sighed*
"They got a digital scan copy of the comunicator though. So we don't have much time to reveal what's on it before they do."

"Luci seems to have cracked afew codes on here, I should give it back to her. Let her have some fun with something. I know I'm an @$$hole sometimes but I do care for you all."

Lucielle's eyes lit up. "Wait, does this mean we're going to be working against the government!?" She was loud when she said it, causing Natasha and Roger to collectively hush her.
They didn't know if the rescuers were listening.

Roger and Natasha talked while Lena faded into the background.

*She facepalmed*
"This is mostly why I'm an @$$hole sometimes."

*She sighed and looked at Lucielle, giving her the comunicator*
"There, mess around with that for awhile. I got a girl to kiss..."
*She walked over to Natahsa*
"Sorry, don't mean to interupt but--..."
*She kissed Natasha passionately, here hands wrapping around Natasha's hips*
"...--I just really needed to kiss you. I love you."

Lucielle ran out there room and to the couple's room to show Frodo and Misty. When she got there, she found the 'pets' growling at one of the rescuers. It was the tall lady.
"Get away from them!" Lucielle hollered, making the lady turn around. She seemed surprised. "Don't hurt 'em!"

"I wasn't going to." She smiles. She watches as Lucielle walks over to them. Misty and Frodo seemed calmer.
"They like you." She said.

Lucielle didn't say anything.

"Anyways, I was intrigued by the big one..."
"Her name is Misty.... she's Cyan's." Misty went innfronto of Lucielle protectively. She showed her claws.

"Oh, she's Cyan's. That's explains a lot actually..." The side of her helmet beeps, and turned red as it scanned the two of them. She twirled on her heel and opened the door. Before she left, she said, "by the way, my name is Ms. Abbott." And then she closed the door behind her.

"I love you to Cy..." Natasha's face reddened, as usual, as she looked at Cyan, then at the other around her bashfully. Her voice was low but sweet and meaningful. She pulls Cyan in for a hug. She caught sight of Roger smiling at them.

"Wh-what's so funny?" She couldn't help but smile herself while wanting to know.
Roger shook his head, still beaming. He walked out the room, being reminded about something.

*Cyan giigled and smiled, hugging Natasha lovingly. Cyan didn't want any of the moments they both had together ti end, but knew they had to.*

((I think it's time for RP#23.))

((RP 23 is up))