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Black Widow ([personal profile] dance_with_death) wrote in [community profile] trans_92012-06-08 11:07 am

Widow's Insight [Open, Cut for Spoilers]

The first thing that Natasha Romanoff - as she had allowed herself to be called in recent years - had done after she had popped out of a gooey pod (and subsequently gotten clothed, briefed on the situation at hand, and retrieved her weapons) was familiarize herself with the spaceship that she had found herself on. It had taken a long while - the size of the ship made the SHIELD Helicarrier seem akin to a SmartCar - but she’d scoured as much of the place as she could, because it was always useful to know one’s bearings.

Especially in a situation like this, where it seemed as though literally anything could happen. And a situation that I’ve never really been trained for. I mean, the Chitauri attacking New York - that was one thing. But this. This is something even I never expected. Because, really, who actually expects to be plucked out of your home by a multiverse hopping spaceship made out of living...something. I was just getting used to the idea of Norse gods being real, and alien invasions becoming a semi-regular thing. She was, she knew, a long way from the simple world of spying, espionage, and assassinations that she was used to. But, then again, this could just be much of the same. Only in space.

That was, though, still somewhat of a new concept to her. Sure, she'd had colleagues who had gone into space - Iron Man with his penchant for pushing the limits of his iron armour specifically came to mind, as did some fellow SHIELD agents - but Natasha had always had two feet on the ground.

You know, except for those moments where she was piloting an alien aircraft to save the world or something.

Still, true to her training, Natasha had taken it all in stride. She wouldn’t allow herself to be fazed by the situation at hand - to do so would be potentially life-threatening, and while Natasha was always prepared for death (because it could happen so easily in her line of work), she wasn’t at the moment ready to die. Only if it means saving all of reality, she mused as she walked up towards the Observation Deck. If anything can clear off all of the red in my ledger..it's this.
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Heyo: how's your ledger doing?

[personal profile] herhonorness 2012-06-09 03:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Honor Harrington finally notices you, and nods in greeting.

"Hello. Are you one of the current roster of crew, or...?"

Upon closer examination, the thing on her shoulder looks a lot like a cat...if you gave it the arboreal forelimbs of a lemur or monkey.

Six of them in fact. And green, self-aware eyes. It jumps off of the military officer's shoulder and perches itself upon one of the meat cushions, peering at you curiously. Mainly at your hair.
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Re: Heyo: how's your ledger doing?

[personal profile] herhonorness 2012-06-09 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
The cat-thing 'bleaks' softly at you in reply. He's still starring with frank curiosity at you red hair. He hasn't seen natural hair that color very often in the circles he runs in.

Honor takes Romanoff's hand, pausing slightly as she feels your own calluses: closer up, you note that her frame and muscle mass is more developed than the human average. On contact, the skin of the hand she offers to you feels...strange.

"Commodore Honor Harrington, Royal Manticorian Navy. Also a new arrival."

She nods to the arboreal cat creature.

"And this is Nimitz."

'Nimitz' stands up and gestures with his forelimbs twice.

As a spy, it's likely that you'd be able to read the A.S.L. for 'Hello." after a moment of confusion: the gestures shifted slightly over hundreds of years

Honor's focus returns to you. "It's pleasure to meet you, Ms. Romanoff. It seems there have been a number of people...decanted from the pod rooms on a scattered individual basis recently: I may be able to introduce you to some of them in the near future. But regardless..."

She frowns for a moment, before deciding not to beat around the bush.

"Snatched from our worlds and drafted into a grand multiversal war with unparalleled stakes: thoughts, reactions, concerns?"
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[personal profile] herhonorness 2012-06-10 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
Nimitz is tickled pink by your courtesy, and has come to the conclusion that gingers are his favorite type of two-legs!

Honor raises his eyebrows at Natasha's own story.

"...Wow." She says quietly. "...Really? I...wow."

Her military bearing drops for a moment, and she rubs the back of her head sheepishly.

"It's clear I'll have to adjust my expectations...Loki, really?"

Nimitz, on the other hand, takes the time to sign out a response to your questions.

[It is a war] He says empathically. [Wars start among you mind-blinds because you do not know how to talk to each other. You must learn to talk to your enemy. Then the war will end.]

Honor notes Nimitz's reply. "That's all very good." She says in a grave tone. "But we have to stay alive and protect our own. For that we have to fight."

Nimitz cocks his head to the side.

Honor blinks, then sighs to herself. "I know, I know." She frowns for a moment to herself, then smiles faintly. "I'm glad."

You can't help but guess that there's something going on beneath the surface.
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[personal profile] herhonorness 2012-06-10 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"Nice." Honor replies gamely, scratching at Nimitz's ears as he sat on the meat chair.

She returns a slight smile of her own. "You've done quite extraordinary things, it seems...I'll have to see if I can keep up with you."
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[personal profile] herhonorness 2012-06-10 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Quite true, quite true.

"I hope we'll be able to prove ourselves under non-warlike circumstances...but unfortunately, the odds are against us."

Honor scoops up Nimitz and deposits him on he shoulder. She opens her mouth, no doubt to say something pithy.

Then suddenly, her stomach growls. Rather, rather loudly. And the collected Lady Dame Commodore Harrington suddenly looks very queasy

"Ah...do you know where the officer's mess is on this ship? Or any food at all...damn you, Meyerdahl Beta mod..."
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[personal profile] herhonorness 2012-06-11 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
"...What."

Honor looks...

...incredibly distraught at this news.

"Are there no other options? My metabolism..."
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[personal profile] herhonorness 2012-06-11 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
Honor's eyes glaze over with a sudden relief.

"A tavern. Yes, that sounds good..." She says distantly.

Nimitz, looking at the somewhat distracted Honor with a bit of concern, signs to Natasha:

[Error: Irreparable invalid markup ('<she [...] metabolism.>') in entry. Owner must fix manually. Raw contents below.]

Honor's eyes glaze over with a sudden relief.

"A tavern. Yes, that sounds good..." She says distantly.

Nimitz, looking at the somewhat distracted Honor with a bit of concern, signs to Natasha:

<She needs to eat a lot. Her body has a very high metabolism. It can be alarming sometimes.>
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[personal profile] herhonorness 2012-06-11 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Honor frowns at Natasha, the narrows her eyes.

"Huh. You're telling the truth."

Is beer going to be her only good source of tasty carbs? She hopes not.

But...food.

Food's important.
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[personal profile] herhonorness 2012-06-12 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
Honor looks surprised.

"I have no reason 'not' to trust you." She says. "You've done nothing to make me suspicious, so I'm willing to believe you."

Plus she can totally taste you emotions.
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[personal profile] herhonorness 2012-06-12 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Noted."