fissionmailed | obligatory fourth of july post

[Her breath hitches and she tries her best to move against him to avoid the knife.]

You... You're new, aren't you? [She swallows, trying to think of a proper way to explain this.] You're in a Nexus-- which nobody knows exactly what it is, but what we do know, is that it's full of multiples of people. Which is why I thought you were a Raikov that I knew here.

[She tilts her chin slightly upwards, shifting uncomfortably.] I know it's hard to believe, but it's the truth.

What, do you think I'm stupid? [He can't claim intelligence or observation to be his forte, but he has extensive military training on his side.] Did you even listen to yourself when you starting talking through your cunt? Don't try to pull ridiculous nonsense on me because it won't work! [Well, verbal information might not, but a pretty face is a guarantee. Unfortunately for Para-Medic, he's not interested.]

Where are we, and who are you really working for? Gene?

[Because he's so sure as hell now that, in a world of backstabbers and liars, she's not with Big Boss.]

I'm serious, Raikov! [She pushes her back against him even more. Even if he kills her, she will come back, but she that doesn't make her want to die any less. She ignores the insults, all she wants is her life.] Please believe me.

I don't work for anybody right now, I haven't for months. I don't even know who Gene is!

Isn't your cunt tired of talking? Believe me, I am serious. I saw you with everyone else just yesterday, so don't give me this nonsense.

Where are we, what is this place, and why are we here?

I don't know what to tell you, other than what I've already told you! It's a Nexus, I would say look around for yourself, but you're so intent on trying to get out information that I don't even know much of.

[She shifts again.] What-- year are you from?

1970...

[He says this like she's crazy and needs to get her head checked. And he thinks she is. That, or he needs to.]

I'm not from that time. Before I arrived here, it was 1965. March.

I know it sound ridiculous-- it is ridiculous, but I'm not lying to you. I have no reason to.

[What the shit is she talking about. Like she expects anyone to believe that bullshit.]

Prove it.

I--

The only way I can show you is if you let me go. If you go around this place, you'll see. You'll run into yourself, or someone you even know now who is years older. [Her voice is a bit weaker now.] Just don't kill me.

[Thinking about this for a moment, he shoves her forward out of his reach, harshly stating] Fine, then. Show me.

[It's not so much an admission of strength rather than an admittance of duty, a willingness to shove a woman wherever to get important intel.]

[She nearly falls in front of him, but thankfully, she can firmly plant her feet onto the ground before she does. She turns to him with a wary look, not really knowing what to think of this Raikov. He is much more different than she one she knows,much more different than Ivanya.]

Alright. [She doesn't know really want to show him. Thankfully, the Nexus is big enough that she can walk around a bit, pretending she knows where she is going. She'll need that stalling time to figure out what to do.]

It's just wall after wall, woman.

[He doesn't even bother using her name because he's not sure that's who she is. And he has a Makarov at the ready for fear she'll lead him to a trap...

(Raikov kind of likes his freedom now that he has it again and would like to keep it.)]

Where's the way out?

Be patient.

[Her eyes look around. Think Jane, think. The hallways seem longer and longer, then she figures maybe she should show him a room. A room might help her prove what's going on somewhat.

She stops in front of a door.]

I-- this won't prove that we're from different years, but... it will prove that this place is all-too-superhuman.

Get on with it.

[Muscles tensed, suspicious of a trap. Because this is all too strange to take in.]

[She has no idea what room this is, so she takes a deep breath and opens the door. She hopes that this will make him believe somehow.

The minute she steps in, she notice she's a bit colder and--]

[She's standing in front of Raikov. In her undergarments.]

[He stops. And he stares. It's not like he wants to stare, either, but he feels absolutely compelled to because he was pretty sure she wasn't in her underwear when she stepped through that door.]

...Put your clothes back on, woman; I'm not interested.

[Raikov's so taken off guard that it's the first thing he can think of.]

[She whirls around to look at him.]

I'm not interested, either! The room did this, believe it or not.

You're talking out of your cunt again.

[Raikov steps forward to meet her in the room, and the way he squares his shoulders, it's almost as if he's trying to intimidate her into telling the truth.]

How could a room do--

[He crosses the threshold and, well...]

...

[This is weird because he's pretty sure he had his officer's visor cap and uniform jacket on just a second ago.]

[She hates when he says that. Especially since she is in fact, telling the truth. He doesn't have to say things like that.

The moment he steps in and a few of his clothes disappear, a small smile appears on his face. She crosses her arms over her chest and looks at him, saying nothing.]

What the hell...?

[This doesn't make sense, and immediately without thinking about it much he exits the room. Maybe...maybe it was just a trick of light or some mind game and...

Raikov enters back in just to be sure.]

...

[Well, hm.]

[She looks down at Raikov and--]

What on God's green Earth...?

...This is some dream.

[In the end, this is the only thing he can really classify it as because nothing is making much sense.]

Everyone thinks that at first.

[She tears her eyes away from his... 'outfit of choice'. She looks back up at his face.]

Trust me, it's far from that.

[Crossing his arms, he looks around the room with great and obvious displeasure.]

Experimental military facility, then.

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lmfaooo omg let's pretend he was speaking Russian the entire time

fffff i don't know if para can speak russian very well or not but... let's just pretend she does

I THINK IT WOULD MAKE SENSE FOR HER TO SO SHE DOES >:V

FINE WITH ME 8D

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