DUTCH TREAT AND RUSSIAN TEA

TYTAN:
*Having not unpacked her things in her new room here at the American base yet. Only arriving late last night after her daily workout. She wanders around the room in her underwear, it being the only time she ever really wears it. Other than that, the spandex outfit she has to squeeze into doesn`t allow for it. Putting a few things here and there away. Setting some of her personal knick knacks up around the room. She goes to the showering area and throws her personal effects into the showerbasin where they belong. Afterwards, she walks back into her room proper. Stepping out of her underclothes and taking up one of her uniforms. Sliding it on over her feet, and wiggling over her hips. She raises it up over her chest with a slight bit of effort. She`d kill METALLIC for doing this to her uniforms, she knew it was him. Sliding her gloves on she heads for the rec center. Figureing to get a little workout while she`s waiting for her first orders. Walking into the room and going to the free wieghts, which she knows will prove no challenge for her. Putting as much wieght as the bar can handle on it. The lying down and taking it from the iron bench. Starting to push out the bar a little. It being absolutely no weight at all to her. And she`s got well over a thousand pounds on the GUARDs special material bar.*

VIRUS:
*the Dutchman didn`t like weights... he spent /far/ more time at the library... unfortunately enough, the library wasn`t a great place to meet people.... which meant he was forced to spend at least /some/ time in the weight room... but this time, as he entered, and saw Tytan... his eyes literally bulged..... a soft murmur* I didn`t think woman like that were /real/....

TYTAN:
*She doesn`t hear him. though she does see him from the corner of her eyes. Looking over at him as she continues to easily push the bar up and down. It not even looking like she`s having any real effort of it. She places the bar back in the holder on the bench, then sits up. Stretching her hands far above her head with her back to VIRUS, afterwards bringing them down into a flexing pose to evaluate herself as she looks at her arms. Standing up, she walks over to the curling bar, bending over to put some weights on it. Again, well over a thousand pounds on the bars ends. Then she stands there and pulls it up to her chest with one hand only. Curling it as one would a dumbell. Watching herself in the mirror as it lowers, and then comes back up to touch her chest. Looking in the mirror at VIRUS for a moment, she flashes a slight smile. Then wipes a stray strand of hair away from her ear. she`d not met many of the HUNTERs here since she just arrived, and the only one she did meet was a rather cold woman.*

VIRUS:
*reminding himself that she was almost certainly a superior.. most were for the young man after all... and if not that, then a co-worker... neither which encouraged too much drooling over here.... he shook his head, trying to control himself...*

TYTAN:
*She lets the curling bar fall to the ground from her hand slowly. A slightly loud sound coming from the wieghts as a result. A testament to how much she`d just lifted. Brushing a few more stray strands of hair from her face. She turns towards VIRUS, seeing him shakeing his head slowly and with a rather pale look on his face. Slowly walking towards him, all 6`2 of her, she stops right in front of him, looking down to him as she did most people(Unless he`s actually taller or equal to her in which case simply amend in your mind.*G*). Still smiling at him slightly.*[In Russian] Why are you looking at me the way you are. Havn`t you seen anyone lift wieghts before?]*The smile never leaving her face. She`s just a rookie like him. Even though she`s already got a couple of catches under her belt.*

VIRUS:
*he was tall... although not overly tall for a male, only about 6`1... but the Russian voice and accent... even if the words weren`t recognisable... the Dutch had lived in the spectre of the Iron Curtain of Stalin`s Russia at the end of WWII... though they had never fallen, all Dutch were brought up with a healthy respect... and fear of the Russians... and he shook his head firmly*

TYTAN:
*She`s still smiling slightly. Though she`d hoped that somone else besides VENIN might know her home language. Biting her lip for a moment, a struggling look coming over her face as she searches for the words.* A...aaare you a hhhhhunter tooo?*Manageing to only sound slightly pathetic at the butchered english. Not knowing why he shakes his head. She tries smiling again. Trying to be pleasent for her budding new relationships here. Not having any friends at this base that she knew of.*

VIRUS:
*he murmured in Dutch for a moment* Russian Bitch. *before reverting to English, and speaking so as to be heard.... her race wasn`t her /fault/ after all... and Stalin was a long time ago... the USSR had collapsed... Russia was no longer Communist...* That would depend on how you define hunter. *he didn`t laugh at her for her struggling English... and he still spoke with a very strong Dutch accent

TYTAN:
*Wondering what he said, she knew he was DUTCH now. She`d heard it a few times but never learned any of it. And it`s not like she`d hurt his people at all, she was simply a townsmans daughter until her powers broke loose of their shell. She sees the smile she`s giving him isn`t really brightening his mood at all. Her face growing a slight sad from the forceful tone of his voice. Maybe everyone at this base WAS the same.* Vee are alll heeerre for reason.*Sturggling still, sure she would never master the englese difficult language with all it`s rules and metaphores. She sighs slightly, blowing some of the slight perfume she weares his way. Taking another step towards him, her chest nearly touching his as she looks right into his eyes. A wondering kindness being all that shows in hers. Worrying her bottom lip a little bit.* Yoooou Dutch...?*The question innocent. Trying to simply make a friend who seemed close to her own homeland.*

VIRUS:
*maybe he was wrong... he knew his history, that much was true.... but still, was it that much out of the question that this one... a /young/ woman... had nothing to do with it... he gave a quiet smile... perhaps he could give her the benefit of the doubt... though he still took a step back* I`m Dutch yes... *he inquired gently* Are there any other languages that you know better than English? *he wasn`t being rude... just if there was a language they had in common...*

TYTAN:
*She`d no knowledge of what her country had done to his. Very unknowledgeable in the ways of how the world works even now. A small town girl she was born and a small town girl she would have stayed had her powers not dictated otherwise. If she`d not had them then the general would have taken his fun, taken her, and she`d probably have returned to her everyday life. But she`d killed him with one well placed smack. His smile bolsters her esteem a little, hers growing a bit wider on her face as she continues to stare at him, her green eyes having been found to be disquieting to many of the men in her village. Worrying her hair away from her hair again, somthing she always did when she was a bit nervous, she stows it behind her ear again. As to his inquiry, her eyes seem to search about the room for a moment as the english registers in her mind. Opening her mouth to form a few words, pink lips parting for a moment before she closes them again. Just shaking her head sadly.* Niet...

VIRUS:
*he shook his head quietly, a bit disappointed for her... it was very hard to survive in a foreign country, only knowing /well/ your native tongue... he was lucky, all Dutchman were taught both Dutch and English... and he himself knew German as well* I`m sorry... the names Johann... *putting out his hand*

TYTAN:
*She looks down at his hand after he tells her his name. Wondering if she should try to take it. The last time she`d tried something like this she broke the person hand. She simply didn`t have control of her muscles that well. Always having to concentrate on the way she did things. Her smile disappearing slowly, she reaches for his hand tentatively. Grasping it as slow as she can, her grip vice like, and the strain of her concentration for a grip that /LIGHT/ showing easilly on her face. Hoping he wouldn`t take this badly..* Natallia...*The grip getting a little tighter then she releases, huffing and puffing, looking a bit ashamed. She`d felt bones in his hand start to go, that`s why she had to stop.* Iiii....sssorrry.*Clenching her hand a few times to accentuate her point.*Tiiiis diiificult.*Still struggling with the words, wondering why she was transfered to a base where speaking only russian would get her nowhere. At least in France most of the people knew her language at that base. She stands straight up to him again. Raising a hand to his face, not touching him, this somthing most women from her village did to say they were sorry. And besides, he`s a slight bit cute. Reverting to her own language for a moment.*[Were that we could meet and speak alike.]*She always had a way of making everything she says sound beautiful..*

VIRUS:
*the Dutchman grimaced slightly at the grip.. hell she was /strong/..* It`s... okay.. *shaking his hand to try to get feeling back into it*

TYTAN:
*She stands there watching him for a moment. Wondering if she should walk him to the infirmary to have his hand looked at. Sighing slightly to herself. She drops her hand slowly from his face. Wondering what to say to her new friend.* Vhaaat do theeey call you heeeere?*She looks down to herself, figuring to turn the conversation a little lighter.* I sveeear thaaat they shriiink my outfiiiit on purpose.*Looking at it rather slyly.*

VIRUS:
*he coughed slightly as he looked at her outfit* Well you can`t blame them.. *then he coughed again* I`m usually called Johann... though every now and then Virus... *actually, Venin had been the only one to call him that so far...*

TYTAN:
*She looks up at him slightly. Not many men had been as outright as that with her. They were usually afraid she`d twist thier heads off. Even the Techs kept thier leering eyes slightly averted when she looked at them. She always thought it was funny that her mere physical power could command such fear from people. But she`d never been given such a compliment before. And she finds that she rather likes it.* I caaaan`t?*Smiling sweetly. She sticks her hands behind her back, figuring to give him perhaps a little more of a view, pulling her shoulders back, which of course props her chest upwards a slight bit. Looking away from him towards the ceiling to perhaps take some of his apprehension away.* Yoooouu reaally like the looks of thiiiis Johaaaaan?*Accentuating his name sweetly. Prefering not to call him VIRUS. Figuring he`d probably look her other name up later, or ask her when he was ready. Never volunteering information.*

VIRUS:
*he figured that she probably wouldn`t kill him... now if he`d met her /outside/ here... that was a different story... besides, if she did try to kill him, he thought a near-death experience might help him get his /other/ powers... the ones that people just thought he might be able to do... working.... his eyes widening at her* err... you could say I liked the looks of that... *for himself, he felt that whatever name they gave... that`s the name they wanted to be known as... and the name he`d use..*

TYTAN:
*She lowers her face to meet his eyes again. The grin not leaving her face even for a split second. Eyes boring into his as she takes a step closer to him. Quirking her head to one side, her hair framing her shoulders a bit with the movment. Bringing herself as close to him as she possibly can without him hitting a wall behind him.* Goooood...*She wouldn`t try to kill him for complimenting her, and she`d return the favour in kind.* I too...*She looks him over slowly.* Liiiike whaaat I see..*Smiling at him wickedly..* I`m glad we`ve met Johaaaan. Perrrhaaaps we caaaan /pump/ some exercise out together sometime..*Being playful with him, and hoping he knows that she`s just being playful and not totally serious.*

VIRUS:
*he looks a bit nervous with her /that/ close to him...* You? Like what you see? *he gave a laugh.. he was lanky... very lanky... he`d often been told how he was so /ugly/... and then at her words her spluttered... sure, he knew she was being playful... but still!*

TYTAN:
*She keeps backing him up until he hits the wall with his shoulders. Keeping close to him, she`d found it sweet to get a slight compliment that was so blunt from anyone. Ugliness is a point of view, now the general.... he was ugly. His sputtering draws a smile to her face as she places a hand beside each of his shoulders against the wall. Effectivley boxing him in.* Vhaaaat? You haaaaave problem wiiiith me...../pumping/....steel. Wiiiiith yooou?*She knew she was sending him into a bit of overload here. And she knew she was being a bit of a tease. But, as far as she knew, she`d never be able to have a man anyway. After all, who wants a woman who can snap you in half with one squeeze of her legs. Or crush you during that most tender moment. Her face grows a little sad thinking about it..*

VIRUS:
*he spluttered slightly* I... aaah... I have to go Natallia.. I have aah... some things to do... *some things to research... some things to master...*

TYTAN:
*she watches as he pretty much bolts away from him. Smileing at his back and shaking her head. She wanders back over to the exercise machines and starts back with her workout.*