Ava Anatalya Orlova (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
krasnaya_vdova) wrote2017-07-04 12:21 am
krasnaya_vdova) wrote2017-07-04 12:21 am
Open RP Post!
- Leave me a starter, an idea, a picture, whatever you like! Give me as much or as little detail as you like and I'll work something out!
- No brainwashing or related themes without prior discussion, but otherwise have at! I can work her into any canonpoint.
- M/F for shipping, open to anything for friendship.
- Open to anyone, whether or not we've played before, crosscanon, whatever. Give me things!
- Open to smut, but if you're gonna have sexy references in the top level label the subject line pls.
- Hit me up on Plurk (
natalia_vdova) or Dicord (natalia_vdova#0150) or PM if you want to plot something.
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The place is what used to be a small family owned cafe in downtown Manhattan, a handful of blocks away from Times Square. The city is still trying to recover from the sudden rapturing of people, buildings still standing with holes in them where cars and planes had crashed.
The owner of the cafe is the only member of his family left, and he tries to go about his business as normal, but none of it is normal. Natasha isn't going to try and pretend that it is. But he's very good at making lavender lattes, and his tira misu isn't quite what it was when it was his wife making it, but it's good all the same.
Her hair has grown out a bit, a little red at the roots of her blonde, and she sits. Waits. Ada will show. Or she won't. And Natasha will know. ]
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But Ava lost Sana and she doesn't know how to do any of that.
So she almost doesn't come. Walks in five minutes late, almost like she's hoping that Natasha will have left, will have given up on finding out what's left of her. There's always been a darkness about her, but now it's deeper, colder, tinged with rage. Not too dissimilar from the look in Clint's eyes before he left, no doubt, although Ava hasn't quite hit that tipping point. But there's a polish to her edges that wasn't there before, her red hair cut short again and her blue eyes hidden behind sunglasses.
She can't help feeling like she should have been there. Not that she thinks Nat would have wanted her there, or that she was strong enough to make a difference in a threat of this magnitude, but it was there all the same, that sense of guilt. That she'd failed, just like with Alexi.
She slides in across from Natasha in a black leather jacket and dark jeans, fighting to keep her shoulders straight and her face neutral. To not give away the loss, the hurt. How bright the urge to lash out burns, because with Sana gone she has no direction left. Nothing left. But her voice is soft when she speaks, and she's here, and that's something, at least.]
Hello, sestra.
my new icons are gonna take forever because i keep crying while i make them so i'm tagging you now
But it's gone by the time Ava sits across from her, because she knows that look. Saw it in Clint when she'd tried to make sure he was okay and found out he wasn't. He'd vanished on her, then, as much as she tried to keep tabs on him. Last she'd heard, he'd been wandering around Eastern Europe, tracking down members of the Russian Mob, but that had been weeks ago, and week old intel is dead intel, in her line of work. No, she knows that look of suppressed rage, and she can't even greet her. Just asks: ]
Who?
[ If Ava will even talk to her about it. She won't blame her if she won't. ]
sob I get that feeling tho
But it takes her long moments before she can say anything. She takes off her sunglasses, folding them and settling them on the table, grabbing one of the menus and fiddling with it in her hands. The truth is that it's just keeping her hands moving while she tries to make the name move past her lips, but eventually she takes a breath, letting the menu flop back to the table so she's not holding something between them, even metaphorically.]
Sana.
[Oksana Davis. Ava's one friend since she ran away from the black book safehouse where SHIELD had put her. She's been Ava's everything until she met Alexi, and afterwards. The one person that maybe meant more to her than Natasha. Like the other half of her heart. Until they'd been talking as they walked home after Sana's job at the coffeehouse, and the world had been going crazy around them. Ava looked away for a second, and then Sana was just...]
Everything's gone. Just ashes.
[The road she's on is similar to Clint's, even if her steps are smaller. Not so much Russian mobsters as looters, people that try to take advantage of the chaos, and Ava gives them a chance to run. They don't always take it. But she's not beyond reaching, or she wouldn't be here.]
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Well. No wonder she had that rage in her eyes. Natasha takes a breath, looks back up, and raises an eyebrow. She won't chide — she can't. She understands. But she knows this road, and if she can stop someone else she cares about from going down it — ]
I'm sorry, Ava. And I know platitudes will do nothing, so I won't give them to you beyond that.
[ She grows a little more serious. ]
What have you been doing?