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 Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2012 11:31 pm
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 The Soviet stared at Leon for a second with wild green eyes before responding with a screech. His entire view of his surroundings had altered dramatically. The snow around him had blood splattered on them, the hills had heightened to trenches that served as graves for thousands. Nikolai closed his eyes tight in hopes of keeping the scenery change at bay, but it was in his mind, so it stayed glued to his vision, closed or not. His scream rose in pitch, guilt adding to the mixture of emotions fueling it. His struggle for freedom from Leon's grasp almost resembled a lunatic fighting off an asylum nurse. "Get away from me! Let me go!!" he screamed again and again until a mist of purple shot out of his sleeves and onto his face. Nikolai stopped screaming and struggling instantly, his expression spaced out and distant. Then he fell against Leon.
Before Leon could be given the chance to do anything, however, Nikolai got back to his feet. "Of all the times for him to do this..." he murmured then looked up at the man with half-asleep eyes. His eyes were... purple, and held something different than normal. "Hello there, dearie." Nikolai said nonchalantly and tossed Leon a sleepy smile. "Wonderful night, wouldn't you agree?" |
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 4:08 pm
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An actual pout spread across the imposter's face when Leon escaped his grasp. Ooh... But he was so close to squeezing those muscles! Damn, another time. And by another time, he meant in a few seconds.
Already working on his loss, the man took advanced half a step and kept his smile on. "Oh, Nikolai darling was going through an episode, war trauma and the likes, you understand of course. Snow does that to him nearly every time. Did you know that, dearie? Mmm, I doubt it if you convinced him to enter it anyway." The doppelganger examined his lime green nail polish, looking at it with distaste. He'd make sure to change the color soon. "Anyways, I sent him to sleep and took over. Substituting for a substitute teacher. Oh, how simply precious!" |
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 4:59 pm
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The doppelganger glanced at his hand and flexed his fingers. Oh how long it had been since he had the body to himself! He had to refresh his skills, gain his abilities again. His gaze flickered to Leon for a second.
"World War II, darling." he answered before crouching down with a wheeze. "Surprising, hmm? Nikolai was a Soviet during World War II, but not by choice. Or maybe yes, I'm not too sure." He dug his hand into the snow and lifted it, a small ball of snow held in his cupped hand. He examined it. "You see, dearie, he was in the gulags during the great war. You know gulags, yes? Ah, of course you do, you're an AP teacher. Listen to me rant, anyways, Nikolai was given the choice to either stay in the gulag or fight in the war. Obviously he chose war, but I believe there were a few reasons for that." he pondered with a knowing grin on his face as he observed the melting snow. |
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