"Oh, Cy..." Natasha startign rubbing her back. She hums, rocking back and forth from side to side while holding her girlfriend in her arms.

"I love you too, the universe and back." She says, and continued humming the tune.

"I don't ever want to lose you..."

*She let go of Natasha gently, kissing her passionately before noticing Misty staring at them*

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Misty flared her nose, staring at them as if she was studying them.

Natasha looks back and sees Misty. "Oh..." she breathes, wondering how the tiger got up the hatch. She was still holding Cyan in her arms, while stating at the large cat.
"Hello misty." Thoigh the cat couldn't speak, Nat still greeted her.

((Thank you))

*The cat let out a low growl on response to the greeting, the growl wasn't agressive at all.*

Natasha lets go of Cyan with her attention now on the feline. She slowly walks over, kneeling down on Misty's level.
She places her hand on Misty's head, rubbing it back and forth gently. She wondered if Misty could pull off the same stunt Frodo had done in the armory.

*A ethereal echoing voice appeared in Natasha's head, though the headache from it wasn't bad at all... The voice seemed like a calming soothing female voice*
"Even if I'm a demonic tiger, the warmth of human touch feels soothing somehow. I'm guessing this answers your wandering mind?"

"Heh Cyyy...?" Natasha starts laughing nervously, peering iver her shoulder.
"The tiger's talking as well... Is this a common thing for your species?" She asked, turning back to Cyan. She was still rubbing Misty's head without realizing.

*Natasha now heard Cyan's voice in her head, in the same ethereal echo.*
"It's how our species comunicates with each-other."

"..." Natasha was silent, looking back at Misty then ti Cyan. "Well, that's neat." She knew this would take some time to getting used to.

Roger's eyes journeyed down the hamper where his bloodied uniform had laid since day one on the sub. He had forgotten about it completely since it reminded him so much of the life he didn't want, or sign up for his. He sighs, placing his hands on the bathroom counter and glanced up.
There she was.
The same blonde, standing right behind him. She was holding a wilted rose, and a ring in the other.

'You seem tired...' She whispered. Her voice was raspy.
He flinched, turning around to find nothing there. Shaking his head and groaning, Roger walked out of the bathroom. He made his way out the bedroom door, and down the hall.

He felt a bit lightheaded and sick to his stomach.

*Cyan laughed, walking over to Natasha and hugged her, looking at Misty. She gently pet the Tiger.*

Natasha smiles at Cyan while laughed. She couldn't help but feel the whole world light up as she did so.
"So, what do you want to do first when we get the mainlalnd... Besides packing up and moving in. Eesh, that's going to be a pain." She places her hand on her hip, wondering if she'd be able to use her power to make the process slightly faster. Without anyone noticing of course.
The solider stumbles down the hall, trying to keep himself upright.

One step... Two steps...
He trips ovrr his two left feet, but finds his balance while leaning on the wall.
"Grandell?" Abbott called. He glances up to see her and Jane standing there together. They had been talking. Jane's hand was still wrapped around Abbott's wrist, but she let go when she started to come over to him.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Just feeling a bit under the weather." Roger forced a smile. He didn't know why he even bothered to come out of his room-- oh, right... Her.

*Cyan shrugged*
"Go on a nice date, move in together, eventually get married, and live the best god damn life we can through this war."

"Hopefully after it..." Natasha says.
She frowned.

"Do you think the war will... ever end?" She asks, turning to her love. She heard Misty flare her nose again in the background.

The feline laid down, crossing her paws in front of her as she stretched our on rhe floor.

"It doesn't matter, what matters is that we stick together through it. And if it doesn't... I suppose it's our own faults for even starting it in the first place. We can still live a decent life together."

Natasha nods her head, determined.

((...Honestly, I can't think of any actions right now. Well, at least some that would move the plot. Sorry ^^"

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It didn't take long for the morning sun to reach it's peak in the sky, gleaming over everything it touched. It kissed the sand, making it glimmer and sparkle from afar. There, at the top of the hatch was Lucielle. She gazed out to the coastline, holding in her breath as she felt the excitment build up in her.
"Lucielle, get down from there!" Roger called up the ladder, and Lucie came sliding down. She bounced a bit when she hits the ground, and immediately opened her mouth with, "So when are we going out?!"

"When the others are ready..." Roger replied, dragging himself as he moved.

"Well, are you ready to go out?" Lucielle asks, walking with her father as they approached the sofa where Cyan and Natasha sat. Natasha was leaning on Cyan, enjoying her company as they spoke to one another.
Jane was nowhere to be found and Abbott stood like a galiant knight, or a solider, in the background with her head held high, chest puffed out and her feet pointing outwards. She had been watching over them for the past couple of hours, not moving anything but her head ever so slightly whenever they moved.
It was a bit eerie to Natasha on some occasions, but she said nothing of it.

"HEY, YOU TWO!" Lucielle shouts, throwing herself in between the couple. "Are you ready to go out or are ya goin' be couch potatoes your whole lives?!" She looks over at Cyan than to Natasha.

Nat glances over at Roger, who was making himself a cup of coffee. He seemed tired. When he caught her eyes, he mentioned, "She's been dyin' to go out ever since we've been here."

Natasha smiles, pulling Lucie in for a hug and ruffling the girls hair. "Well, I wouldn't mind going for a walk... What about you, love?" Nat looks over at Cyan.

*Cyan nodded, with her right eye closed and covered by her hair to hide the ghoulish eye from everyone else*
"I'd love that. I need to stretch anyways. C'mon, lets go."

"Well, that settles it." Natasha smiles, standing up and reached for the sky as she stretched.

"Yes!" Lucielle races around the couch for a bit before running to her room. She came back a moment later with Frodo in her arms. The cat clearly didn't want to be held.
"Can we bring Frodo too?" Lucielle asks. Frodo growled. "Oh, and Misty?" She looked back at the tiger who was peeking out from the couple's room.
Misty's eyes went from a talkative Lucielle to the wall, then stopped on Abbott. She growled when Abbott sensed her staring at her. The two stared at each other for a couple of seconds before Misty backed into the room once more, giving off a low growl.

Abbott's face remained neutral and unchanged.

Lucie danced around, jumping and doing cartwheels. When she nearly hit a nearby shelf, Roger barked at her to stop and behave.

She stuck her tongue out at him.

He sighed.
"JANE! GET YER BUTT OVER HERE, WE'RE GOIN' OUT!" The ten year old took off down the hall and ran to the armory-- the one place Jane would most likely be.

"I immediately regret saying yes."
*Cyan laughed and hugged herself closer to Natasha, wrapping her arms around Natasha*

Natasha chuckles a bit. She looks over at Roger, asking him why Lucielle was so interested in going out-- besides being stuck in a sub for a week of course. 

"She's never been civilian base, so she's excited. There's more things to do n' stuff." He explained, slowly retreating to his room. He had about three and a half steps in before he shivered, remembering what had happened earlier in the bathroom. He decided he would stay in the kitchen.

Natasha turns to Cyan, clasps her hand, asking her what she wanted to do first.

"I want to go see if they have any mask accessories, I'm tired of my old mouth mask. Ya' think I can find a Wendigo?"

*Cyan looked at Natasha with a questioning look, legitimately thinking of slaying a Wendigo and using its skull as a mask*

"There should be wendigos here." Abbott answered. Natasha turns to her.
"My, they have masks with wendigo patterns? How decorative." Natasha complimented. Abbott slowly shook her head.
"Not patterns, acutal wendigos."

Nat's face fell, though a smile remained. "Oh..."

Abbott went on to explain that though this was a civilian base, there was a facility not too far that experimented with different species, especially mythical and rare ones.

Abbott then turns to Cyan. "Also, you may be able to acquire a face mask sporting a different pattern, but keep in mind they are banned in public. They can be worn around the dorms, excpet for at nights."

"Why's that?" Roger stirred sugar into his coffee.

"A while back, before your previous base was ambushed, there was an attack here. An android became sentient and got loose." She paused. "Since it was a prototype, it still had it's wires and extension cords peeling out from the back of its head. In addition to this, it's metal plates had not been covered with synethic skin yet. To hide these aspects, it wore baggy clothes-- a hoodie, sweats, gloves and a face mask... It was quickly caught and dismantled. Ever since, articles of clothig that conceal one's body has been banned with a few exceptions."

"Exceptions?"

"Exceptions being the weather. It would be senseless to ban winter clothing and long sleeves for chilly days."

*Cyan waved her hand dissmisively, giggling*
"I just use the masks in battle, I'm gonna hunt myself a Wendigo. I'm gonna steal the deer skull that's embeded into its head, and then I'll become the Wendigo Warrior"
*Cyan giggled jokingly, looking at Abbott.*
"Also, didn't they leave the combat trainers to their masks?
We've always worn them during training the soliders."

"Yes, they have left the combat trainers to their masks, but not mouth masks. They're more like... helmets, and everyone wears a mouth guard."

"WE'RE HERE, WE'RE HERE! LET'S GO!" Lucielle yells. She was dragging a exhausted Jane behind her, who nearly tripped with each step she took.

Lucielle lets go of Jane's hand and started skipping around Abbott. Her skipping turned into running. When she nearly knocked Abbott down, Roger marched over and lectured her.

"Hi Jane..." The name didn't sound right to Natasha. Then again, nethier did Lena, for she had always referred to her sister as 'Rin' for years.

Jane shakes her head, and walked past Natasha and Cyan to the couch. She plopped down on it, immdiately spacing out.
"I only bumped into the wall once! Gimme a break," Lucielle whined.
"Lucielle, if you don't listen, we're not going to go out." Roger warned. "You need to control yourself, especially if we're going to the mainland."

Lucielle continued to whine.

*Cyan looked at Lucielle with a disappointed expression, then looked at Roger*
"Roger, may I step in, no promises I wont raise my voice."

Defeated, he nodded and stepped aside.
Lucielle, clearly upset now, frowns at Cyan before the conversation could start. She didn't see why she couldn't be excited for something she rarely got to experience.
While Cyan busied herself with that situation, Natasha focused on her sister. She sat down next to Jane, rubbing her back while whispering.
"Is something the matter?"

"Can't sleep... Not like everyone else..." Jane eyes looked dull when they met Natasha's.

"There's just... Too many nightmares when I sleep normally..." Jane's wors slurred into one another. Nat started to feel concerned.

'Have you've tried rest mode?' Natasha mouthed, keeping her eye on Abbott.

She wasn't minding them one bit.
Jane shook her head, mouthing back she couldn't. She had deleted too many programs for it to function properly, and one screw up could cost them.

"Lucielle... We understand that you're excited, but I'm done tolerating your behavior to your father. When he says to do something, it's final. You shouldn't be acting like this, and--"
*She looked at Roger and apologized in advance before looking at Luci again*
"Your mother wouldn't want you giving your dad a hard time either. He's trying to be a good father right now but it's hard being a widowed father, so can you PLEASE, just for 'Dolly'[?], please behave for your father. What he's telling you is valuble life lessons. And seeing the we're all trapped in a worldwide war, you might have to grow up and act on what he's teaching you ALOT sooner than you should. Think about it, he's not gonna be around forever, so cherish the time you have with him now."
*Cyan somehow managed to go through this entire speech calmly without raising her voice at all, she kept a straight face the entire time though her eyes would've said a thousand words more than the calm speech she had just said*

Lucielle thought about it for a moment, glancing over at Roger than to Cyan.
She grumbled, kicking the air and shoved her hands into her pockets. "Alright, fine, I behave, sheesh... But I'm not doin' it for 'Dolly'..." There was disdain in her voice when she referred to her mother. She shuffled on out the kitchen, to the living room, and towards her room. She mumbled under her breath all the way there.
Roger sighed out in relief. "Thanks for talking to her..." His voice was low.
Natasha had just wrapped up talking with her sister, and when she looked over, she caught Abbott studying both situations with great interest.

*Cyan nodded and hugged Roger*
"I'm here for you man, I know what being widowed is like... Sorry for mentioning her by the way... Sorry for your loss..."

"It's fine... you had to get your point across..." Roger nods slowly, thinking about something for a bit. He sets his mug down on the counter.

Natasha stood up, helping Jane walk as well.

"Hey Cy, I'l be right back. I'm going to go put Jane in our room to sleep. She's not feeling the best, and it may be because she's been sleeping on the couch." Natasha smiles.

She supported her sister going out the doorway slowly.

All that remained was Abbott and Roger.

*Cyan blushed as she looked at both of them awkwardly, she looked back to Roger*
"Think I can talk to you later about something personal? You seem alot more tired and depressed."

"Sure..." his voice trails off. He passes Cyan, trudging to the couch and sat down.

Abbott looked over at Cyan, then to Roger. She didn't remain stationary anymore. She started to walk towards Roger, but stopped when she saw he wanted to be alone for a bit.
"Let me know if some of you are still going out..." she said.

"You guys can go on without me. I'm just goin' lie here for a bit..." Roger laid down on the couch, covering his face with a pillow.
Having nowhere else to go, Abbott started up the hatch down the hall to the top of the submarine.

*Cyan sat on the second couch, across the room from the one Roger was sitting on, she sighed as she looked at him*
"Are you okay, Roger? You've been distant lately, and you've been looking like you've seen a ghost. Is she getting to you again?"
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Roger hesitated before answering.
There was silence at first before he groaned. "It pops up every now and than, but...I'll deal with it. We have bigger fish to fry." He thought about Jane's identity and how if she was found out... the consequences could be fatal, for them all.

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Natasha giggled along with Cyan, staring at her lovingly. She started up again, this time kissing all over Cyan's face. She ran her finger through her lover's hair, enjoying the moment whole it lasted.
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An hour had passed since the short lived makeout session occurred, and Natasha was cuddled up on the couch with Cyan. When she heard a heavy footstep stomp the floor, she sat up and spotted Abbott passing through quickly. She marched lifting her knees high, bringing her feet down noisily on the floor.

"Abbott?" She asked, but Abbott didn't reply. She seemed to have been scanning the area with her eyes, looking for something in particular.

*Cyan sat up slightly*
"What'chya lookin' for?"

Abbott looked around the room, then to Cyan, baffled.

After a long moment of silence, Natasha chuckled. "Don't you just hate when you walk into a room and forgot what you're looking for?" She smiled at Abbott, easing the awkward silence into a slightly more comfortable one.
"Yes, it's unfortunate... Though, I could have sworn I had was looking for something in this room..." Abbott folded her arms across her chest.
She was still trying to locate something, but she had no clue what it was.
When she couldn't, she gave up and changed the topic. "How is your survivor: Jane?" She questioned. Nat's eyes widend.
"I should really be checking on her every now and then..." Nat starts off the couch, kissing Cyan's forehead in the process. When she rose to her feet, she smoothed out the wrinkles of her clothing.

*Cyan lied back an stared at the ceiling.*

((No thoughts. Brain empty.))

((okie XD))

Natasha waved to Cyan as she left the room. She traveled down the hall and to the couple's room. When she opened the door, she found Jane thrashing around in her sleep, grimacing as if she was in pain.
"Jane!?" Natasha ran over, shaking her sister up. She shot up from the bed, breathing heavily.
"What....?" Natasha breathed, shaking her head. She pulled her sister in for a hug.

*Cyan shot up and ran into the room, looking slightly stressed*
"What's with all the yelling?! You two okay?"

"Off--GET OFF!" Lena shrieked, shoving her sister to the side. Jane was trying to push Natasha off, and when her sister let go, she fell off the bed on her side.
Nat got onto the floor with her crying sister. She didn't hug her again.
Lena was hysteric, screaming and kicking while holding onto side. She yelled, "off" constantly in between cries
In the doorway, Roger peered through, gun in hand as usual. Abbot was right next to him. Seeing Lena in this state, Roger started to back away from the scene. He started feel uneasy and his palms were starting to become clammy. He stepped out of the room, and went down the hall.
"Ja--" Natasha tried again, calming her voice down but Jane didn't listen. She was still on the floor shedding tears with wails.

*Cyan pushed Abbott and Roger out of the room and shut the door, getting people away from Lena for awhile, she locked the door and sat up against it, sighing and looking at both sisters helplessly...*

Sorry, my brain skipped out on me, void pushing Roger our.))

((Ok

It took nearly a half an hour of coaxing and reassurance to get Lena under control. By this time, Natasha had covered her sister with the sheets and blankets from the bed to substitute for a weighted blanket. Lena rocked back and forth, with Nat placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Yes... Sorry..." Lena wipes her face. She didn't look at any of them in the eye.
"Do you need to get anything off your chest right now?" Nat asked. Lena didn't say anything.

"Lena, what were you having a nightmare about?"

"The hours before you found me..." She shivered, wiping her nose.

*Cyan remained silent, looking at both of them as they discussed Lena's nightmares.*

"There was so drills... and metal... and, and--"

"Shhhh, shhhh..." Natasha rubbed her back while helping her onto the bed.

There was some rattling in the kitchen. Natasha looked towards the door, though it was closes, wondering who was there.

*Cyan stared at Natasha with a concerned expression, she heard something too but she wasn't focused on it*

"Are you going to be alright?" Her voice had suddenly turned motherly. Jane thought for a moment, and eith her big, glistened eyes, she answered 'yes'.

With one final pat to the back, Nat got up and asked Cyan to privately speak with her in the hallway.

*Cyan stood up and unlocked the door, walking out with Natasha to speak privately, though she kept an eye on the kitchen.*

The rattling continued on.
Natasha closed the door softly behind her, shuffling over to Cyan. She looked like she wanted to cry but she smiled instead. She placed her hand on Cyan's shoulders while looking up at Cyan.

"I know seeing someone in such as state is causes others to feel... panicked..." She looked down the hall. She had noticed earlier Roger had left immediately.

The guilt was starting to sink in.
"I just w-wanted to make sure you were okay..."

"Strangely enough, it didn't affect me. I felt nothing seeing her like that. Wait-- That makes me sound like an @sshole... I just didn't feel stressed during that."

"Well, feeling nothing doesn't make you an a-hole. It's just how you perceive the situation." Her smile grew tired and her lips returned back to a neutral thin line across her face.

Natasha fidget with hand bands for a hit before she wrapped her arms around Cyan, pulling her closely. "Sorry... I just really need a hug right now..." she sniffed a bit, pulling her hair from her face.

*She hugged Natasha and held her tight, not wanting to let go, she sighed as she knew the time would come when this small cute moment would have to end.*

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Natasha stayed for a bit longer. She felt comforted in her girlfriend's arms and the world around her seemed to fade into white noise
There were footsteps approaching and soon passing the women. It was Roger. He seemed upset but relieved.

Roger peeked his head inside the kitchen, examining the room. There were pots and pans everywhere, stacked neatly on top of each other. The table was set with nwpokins, plates-- all of the essentials-- and in the corner behind the counter was Abbott. She turned around, as if she hadn't expected him.

She smiled. Sort of.

"Abbott, what are you up to?"

"It didn't seem like we were going out... So I took it upon myself to start on dinner. Hopefully that is ok." They continued talking and while they did, they're conversation echoed down the hall.

((It's time for RP27))
*Cyan didn't let go and comforted her girlfriend in her arms, she wasn't letting go until Natasha wanted out, she was silent the entire time other than caressing Natasha's hair and hushing her*