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Anastasya Morozova

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POSTED ON Mar 11, 2024 2:41:22 GMT

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[attr="class","star2-nastya"]"We find a way. Don't we, Johnny?"[break][break]

The cyclizar lets out a snort of affirmation that shakes the earth and splits eardrums, sounding just like an engine. [break][break]

She laughs the question off. Kid's still green. Doesn't know yet, you don't go askin' questions you don't want an answer to. [break][break]

Best not tell him too soon. He'll figure it out, eventually.[break][break]

"He's a beaut, ain't he?"[break][break]

She grasps the handle bars around the dragon's collar, pressing against the kid from behind. Her laugh is in his ears as she reacts to his muted enthusiasm. Her breath on the back of his neck. He's trying to keep his cool.[break][break]

"Way I see it, Navy? Monroe can stop me if he can catch me. Til then, well... [break][break]

"Your law don't mean much if you can't enforce it, hmm?"[break][break]

A spur in the dragon's hide and he rears up on his back haunches in anger. The woman keeps Navy steady, holding herself and him on the drake. Finally, he shoots forward, wind and smog blowing through their hair. [break][break]

"Y'know, Navy... Noticed you never asked my name. Ain't that what good boys like you 're trained to do?"[break][break]

+ Michael Navidson

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E4; Gym Leader

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I'd go through hell

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5'10" / 177.8 cm height

In the warrior's code, there's no surrender. Though his body says stop, his spirit cries, "NEVER!"

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Michael Navidson

Autumntide

POSTED ON Mar 18, 2024 3:31:22 GMT

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It felt good, being this close to someone. Navy was a young man caught in the most vibrant time of his life. An older man, one so far removed from the teenager on the bike as to be a different person, would laugh about how different life seems at seventeen. There was novelty to every experience. The wind was in his hair. A woman’s soft body pressed against his back. Try as he did to play it cool, he couldn’t deny how nice she felt against him.[break][break]
Her hot breath against his neck. Her voice was music all its own. Without thinking, he gripped the handlebars and leaned forward. Johnny and his owner did all the real work, but that did little to dampen the sensation. He reveled in the rush of blood. After quitting his job, he finally started to feel alive again.[break][break]
“Yeah, screw Monroe!” Harsher words echoed in his mind, but he kept those to himself. Even if the mysterious stranger was a woman of the streets, his brain reminded him she was a woman. Given how she curled against him, he did not need much of a reminder.[break][break]
“Wasn’t ever much of a boy scout.” The line came out smooth as silk, all natural. He does not need practice to assure someone of his low character. “Not my style. Not my scene.” Looking back over his shoulder, he questioned her with steel eyes.[break][break]
“What’s your name, then?”

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Anastasya Morozova

Autumntide

POSTED ON Apr 5, 2024 0:29:10 GMT

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[attr="class","star2-nastya"]He's got all the exuberance of a younger man. Rough around the edges, not yet worn smooth by the wear of time. Even a diamond needs polish to truly shine. Riding a cyclizar like this'll do all that and more.[break][break]

Just give it ten years. [break][break]

"Yeah. Fuck 'em."[break][break]

She offers an unseen, wry smile at his clunky agreement. He can hear it in her raspy whisper. Uttered low under the rush of the wind, practically right in his ear. Johnny bucks wildly beneath her, and she clutches one arm around his chest as she leans in closer, taking a corner onto the turnpike. [break][break]

"Nastasya. But call me Nastya if you like."[break][break]

Keep it casual. No last names. [break][break]

Not that she'd have any to give. [break][break]

Her name belongs to the streets. A moniker taken when she was almost still a girl. She'd always adored the characters from those overseas novels, discarded for pulp among the streets but filled with so much wisdom and hope -- those words washed into the gutter now, like all good things in this city. [break][break]

"You'll wanna hold on! Johnny gets a little rowdy!"[break][break]

But that was how a man should be.[break][break]

The drake beneath her runs faster than any other vehicle on the roadway, swerving wildly, tearing apart the asphalt, cutting through the wind, carting Navy away to places unknown. He seemed to go fast enough he was liable to take to the skies at any moment, with every bound defying gravity more than the last. [break][break]

--And the woman clutching the boy tight, hooting with excitement in his ear, laughing, finally content. All her malaise melted away. All her anger shed behind her. Only a memory now. [break][break]

For the first time since he met her, for the entire time he would know her, her voice rang out with joy only at this precise moment of a ride, when the steed she rode upon threatened to leave everyone and everything in this city behind, to grow wings and be rid of it for good. [break][break]

+ Michael Navidson

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[attr="class","petalpoke-nastya"] Johnny B. Goode (cyclizar) ♂ - shed skin - dragon rush / u-turn / quick attack / rapid spin / shed tail / shift gear

[attr="class","rouxcredit-nastya"]♠

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Teddie

Navy

He/Him

October 13th

Slateport

Heterosexual

E4; Gym Leader

Sheriff

I'd go through hell

to hold your hand

5'10" / 177.8 cm height

In the warrior's code, there's no surrender. Though his body says stop, his spirit cries, "NEVER!"

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Michael Navidson

Autumntide

POSTED ON Apr 6, 2024 21:57:33 GMT

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MORE HUMAN[break]THAN HUMAN

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Anastasya Morozova

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THERE IS A FIRE IN ME[BREAK]
A FIRE THAT BURNS

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He never, for years and years and years, paused to consider the absurdity of the circumstances. She could have been anyone, selling him any line of crock. She could have been bad – and, in many ways, she was. She was the wrong sort of woman, and that was exactly the kind of woman he always liked the most.[break][break]
There, with the wind whipping through his short hair, he was vulnerable. She could have slipped a needle into his neck. His organs could have been harvested within the hour, or he could have been carted off to Arceus knows where. No one would remember his name except Gabriel Navidson. Even Kyle, in the course of his duties, would forget.[break][break]
Maybe that would have been better. His fiery death would be the ashes from which a hero would be born. He would spread his wings, soar. The world would thank them, in the grand scheme of things…[break][break]
…but that lost little brother wouldn’t. He alone would give silent, oblivious thanks for Navy’s continued existence.[break][break]
All good things must come to an end. The ride ended on the wrong side of the tracks, at the appointed place near a row of anonymous warehouses. They stretched endlessly on the street, rows of graves built upward instead of down. Inside, cast in great iron coffins men called shipping containers, were the prizes they came here for.[break][break]
When Johnny came to a stop in some quiet, inconspicuous corner of the place, Navy stood up and got off, trying to forget all about how soft her body felt against his. A flash of red brought forth Ole Ironsides, a Skarmory far too young for that name. Golden eyes regaled them both, possessed of keen intelligence. He understood at once what he was looking at.[break][break]
“This here’s Ironsides. He’s my guy. He’ll help us up onto the roof. Nobody ever looks up in this city.” And how could they, with so many problems on the ground? Ironsides offers them a ride, until they perch on the roof. There isn’t much foot traffic. Security guards did as they always did, watching their phones and reading books without a care in the world.[break][break]
“Find somewhere to perch, bud. Let us know if anyone spots us.” Rolling his eyes like a teenage girl who had just been told to be home by ten, Ironsides took off. He perched on a water tower just down the street. Skarmory aren’t uncommon in the city. Rangers have their hands full with them. Nobody here would be the sort of person to report him.[break][break]
“Lead the way, Nastya.” He liked the way her name tasted in his mouth. “Let’s see what we’re dealing with.” He took to this like a fish took to water after trying his very best to breathe air for half his life.

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