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a night at Kagura
It really was a lovely night. It wasn't hard for Nina to find someone willing to take Katya - a lot of people love the little girl and Nina trusts most of them to watch after her for a night. Spending time alone with Tommy isn't a hardship, either. They've come out of their rough patch and while not all things are mended, they are better.
Sometimes she thinks she's been too hard on him, but Nina isn't interested in playing games, nor does she plan to let someone tow her along with no direction in mind. If Tommy just wanted some fun, he could have it. If he wanted more, he'd have to do a bit of work.
But she likes nights like this.
Nina stretches lazily and rolls over until she can rest her head against Tommy's shoulder. The bed is bigger than the one she has at home.
"Well, your devious plan worked," she teases. "You'll have me all night and into the morning."
Sometimes she thinks she's been too hard on him, but Nina isn't interested in playing games, nor does she plan to let someone tow her along with no direction in mind. If Tommy just wanted some fun, he could have it. If he wanted more, he'd have to do a bit of work.
But she likes nights like this.
Nina stretches lazily and rolls over until she can rest her head against Tommy's shoulder. The bed is bigger than the one she has at home.
"Well, your devious plan worked," she teases. "You'll have me all night and into the morning."
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in the dark of the night (backdated: June 24)
Katya is gone.
Nina awoke on her own rather than to the cry of a baby, and when she went to check on the infant girl, she was gone, the window to the fire escape open like a scene from a crime novel. Most of Candlewood probably heard her scream, all of them might have felt a little shiver in their hearts. Nina threw on the winter kefta that Krem made for her and went out into the dark and the snow.
She didn't even know where to start looking, how to track. She kept thinking that Geralt would never have let this happen - it wouldn't have happened, if he were here. But he isn't.
The first goblin that crosses her path is summarily executed with a decisive sweep of her hand: blood bursts from its nose and its eyes and its ears. She realizes, vaguely, that she might need one for information but she isn't there yet. She can't be rational.
Her baby is gone and she has to find her.
Nina awoke on her own rather than to the cry of a baby, and when she went to check on the infant girl, she was gone, the window to the fire escape open like a scene from a crime novel. Most of Candlewood probably heard her scream, all of them might have felt a little shiver in their hearts. Nina threw on the winter kefta that Krem made for her and went out into the dark and the snow.
She didn't even know where to start looking, how to track. She kept thinking that Geralt would never have let this happen - it wouldn't have happened, if he were here. But he isn't.
The first goblin that crosses her path is summarily executed with a decisive sweep of her hand: blood bursts from its nose and its eyes and its ears. She realizes, vaguely, that she might need one for information but she isn't there yet. She can't be rational.
Her baby is gone and she has to find her.
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For Harry Goodsir
It's finally a beautiful day and Nina is taking the chance to run errands. She has Katya with her - she feels bad depending on her friends as much as she does. Besides, Frank is working most days now that construction season has picked up. She doesn't mind, of course - her daughter is rather delightful now that she's mostly sleeping through the night - but having an infant on one's chest does occasionally get cumbersome.
She hasn't quite been able to bring herself to embrace a stroller yet, though at the moment she's seeing the benefits. She has Katya in a sling against her chest and she has some bags slung over one shoulder.
"Saints, hold on little girl."
With a soft grunt, Nina leans down to set the bags on the ground and stands up again so she can see what Katya is fussing about. It can't be a diaper, she just changed her at the last shop.
"I know, darling, you've had a long morning." She murmurs sweetly in Ravkan at the baby, who happens to be wearing a watermelon dress. Someone bumps by her in a hurry and kicks over half her bags.
"Hey!" she snaps at their retreating back, scowling when she sees a phone held to an ear. A few packages roll out of the bag and onto the sidewalk. She knows she's off to the side but she's wearing red and she isn't exactly a slip of a thing, how do people miss her?
She hasn't quite been able to bring herself to embrace a stroller yet, though at the moment she's seeing the benefits. She has Katya in a sling against her chest and she has some bags slung over one shoulder.
"Saints, hold on little girl."
With a soft grunt, Nina leans down to set the bags on the ground and stands up again so she can see what Katya is fussing about. It can't be a diaper, she just changed her at the last shop.
"I know, darling, you've had a long morning." She murmurs sweetly in Ravkan at the baby, who happens to be wearing a watermelon dress. Someone bumps by her in a hurry and kicks over half her bags.
"Hey!" she snaps at their retreating back, scowling when she sees a phone held to an ear. A few packages roll out of the bag and onto the sidewalk. She knows she's off to the side but she's wearing red and she isn't exactly a slip of a thing, how do people miss her?
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(no subject)
Nina leans over Katya where she's sort of nestled on the couch. Frank's here already but Nina hasn't quite been able to make herself leave the baby alone.
"You're sure you don't mind?" she asks, looking a little uncertain as she looks over at Frank. She has-- a date, she supposes, and she realized she didn't know who to ask to babysit and she'd called Frank in something of a panic.
But now he's here and she's almost not sure what to do with herself. Nina picks up the infant girl, currently dressed in a onesie with bears on it and a little bear-ear hat. She wanders closer to Frank, not looking reluctant just-- uncertain. And maybe, for a moment, young.
"Billy doesn't mind that I'm taking you away?"
"You're sure you don't mind?" she asks, looking a little uncertain as she looks over at Frank. She has-- a date, she supposes, and she realized she didn't know who to ask to babysit and she'd called Frank in something of a panic.
But now he's here and she's almost not sure what to do with herself. Nina picks up the infant girl, currently dressed in a onesie with bears on it and a little bear-ear hat. She wanders closer to Frank, not looking reluctant just-- uncertain. And maybe, for a moment, young.
"Billy doesn't mind that I'm taking you away?"
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walk barefoot across sunshine days
The best part about having her baby outside of her body is that Nina no longer feels the need to restrain herself in using her magic. Since the birth, she's been carefully and slowly healing herself, hoping to get back on her feet sooner than later. Her midwife has been by almost every day, just to check on her and baby. She's also had a steady stream of visitors, which she is grateful for. She isn't sure that she could stand the quiet of her apartment with just her and Katya there in the days following the birth.
Spring arrived along with her daughter, so all the windows are thrown open and there are glass jars with daffodils and hyacinths scattered around the apartment: flowers from well-wishers and fresh cuttings from Greta's garden. Now and then she thinks about going out to the cabin, but she doesn't want to be so far from her tribe. Not yet.
"Oh sweet girl," she coos as she checks on Katya in the little chair she has on the kitchen table. "Are you ready for more visitors? You have quite the extended family."
Nina finds herself looking forward to visitors, too. She knows she needs to rest and recover, but the last thing anyone needs is for her to go a little stir-crazy on her own. She smiles brightly at the baby.
"Maybe they'll bring snacks."
Spring arrived along with her daughter, so all the windows are thrown open and there are glass jars with daffodils and hyacinths scattered around the apartment: flowers from well-wishers and fresh cuttings from Greta's garden. Now and then she thinks about going out to the cabin, but she doesn't want to be so far from her tribe. Not yet.
"Oh sweet girl," she coos as she checks on Katya in the little chair she has on the kitchen table. "Are you ready for more visitors? You have quite the extended family."
Nina finds herself looking forward to visitors, too. She knows she needs to rest and recover, but the last thing anyone needs is for her to go a little stir-crazy on her own. She smiles brightly at the baby.
"Maybe they'll bring snacks."
Profile/Permissions/Opt-Out
 ★ First Impressions ♚ VISUAL: Profile, Lounging, Lingerie ♚ SEXUALITY: Bisexual ♚ DEMEANOUR: Effusive, approachable, charming ♚ SOUND: Nina is a master of languages and accents - give her enough time and she'll sound like a native, no matter where she is. Her native accent is slightly Russian-sounding. ♚ SCENT: Roses and sandalwood ♚ BRIEF BIO: Before the Ravkan Civil War, Nina attended school at the Little Palace before all of the children were evacuated to Keramzin. She was forced to cut her lessons short to start her training with the Second Army early, since they were low on soldiers. While in the Wandering Isle, on a mission with Zoya Nazyalensky, she wandered into a camp of Fjerdan Drüskelle. She pretended to be a Kaelish girl, but the Drüskelle saw through her disguise. Matthias Helvar was part of the group that captured her. After being captured by the Drüskelle, Nina was taken aboard a ship with other captured Grisha, one of which was a Fabrikator farmer. She was put in a cage and experienced grueling treatment and mocking at the hands of the guards. One night, the ship experienced a massive storm. In the chaos, Nina managed to break free from her chains and escape her cage. Matthias escaped with her, and they managed to get to shore. After the storm, Matthias and Nina stuck together. Though they argued at times, they became allies, if not close friends, until Nina turned Matthias in to a Kerch merchant, claiming that he was a slaver who had captured her. The Kerch merchant brought the two of them to Ketterdam, where Matthias was sent to the prison of Hellgate. It was later revealed that Nina had turned Matthias in to protect him. She was being watched by other Grisha and had feared they would capture him and bring him to Ravka, possibly leading to his execution. After his imprisonment, Nina stayed in Kerch instead of returning to her home country of Ravka, planning to get Matthias out of Hellgate. She began working at the House of the White Rose as a member of the Dregs. ♚ MAGICAL INFORMATION: Nina is a grisha Heartrender and has the power to make living bodies respond to her will. This could range from making someone nauseous to breaking a bone to causing a stroke or heart attack. She can also affect brain chemicals. ★ OOC ♚ BACKTAGGING: Sure! ♚ FOURTHWALLING: I would prefer not. ♚ PHYSICAL AFFECTION: Nina is very openly affection with people she is close to, and sometimes in the line of duty. But don't touch without asking or without some obvious overtures or your pup might regret it. ♚ PHYSICAL VIOLENCE: She doesn't look like a soldier, but she is one. I suggest talking about fighting ahead of time, if only to make sure we're both on board with what she might do to your pup (or what might be done to her). ♚ RELATIONSHIPS: Bring 'em on. ★ Permissions ♚ HEARTRENDER: As mentioned, Nina can control other people's bodies but she cannot control their minds. I will always try to ask before she does anything to your character, and feel free to get in touch with me if anything is off-limits. ♚ SEX: It might come up! Follow this link for information on what is and is not on the table for a potential sexual encounter with Nina. I'm also happy to discuss this on a messenger or in PMs. ♚ OPT-OUT/OPT-IN: If you would like to avoid Nina ever using her power on your character or if there is something specifically off-limits, please comment here! By the same token, if you're prepared for a free-for-all and are up for anything regarding injury or embarrassment, let me know! ♚ JURDA PAREM: If I ever play Nina under the influence of jurda parem, which makes her powers significantly stronger, I will add additional information here with a mandatory opt-in. |
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2018 Reqs
January
1/1/2018 New Year's Eve - Matthias
1/10/2018 Marcus Keane's EP
1/24/2018 Vasquez's EP
February
2/14/2018 Valentine's Ball - TL
2/14/2018 Valentine's Ball - Daine
2/14/2018 Valentine's Ball - Verity
March
3/8/2018 Sunny Day - Matthias
3/11/2018 Kaz Age Swap
3/17/2018 St. Patrick's Day - Magnus
April
4/1/2018 Founder's Day - Kaz
4/8/2018 Orthodox Easter Gathering - 3 threads
May
5/12/2018 Matthias's Fairy War EP
5/18/2018 Elio's Birthday
5/31/2018 Linkdump
June
6/7/2018 Gleb's EP
6/12/2018 Wish Plot
6/16/2018 Pride TL
6/23/2018 Kaz's EP
July
Pregnancy Linkdump
August
8/14/2018 Kaz's EP
8/24/2018 Color Party - Magnus
8/24/2018 Color Party - TL
September
9/10/2018 Saving Sweeney
9/20/2018 Jamie's Item
9/26/2018 EP
October
10/5/2018 Autumn Festival
10/13/2018 Kaz Brekker's Item
10/28/2018 Inej Linkdump
November
11/15/2018 Sweeney's Big Change
11/16/2018 Fight Club
11/22/2018 Helping Guy
December
12/2/2018 Thomas Shelby's Debut
12/6/2018 Trapped at Kagura
12/7/2018 Latkes and Candlelight
1/1/2018 New Year's Eve - Matthias
1/10/2018 Marcus Keane's EP
1/24/2018 Vasquez's EP
February
2/14/2018 Valentine's Ball - TL
2/14/2018 Valentine's Ball - Daine
2/14/2018 Valentine's Ball - Verity
March
3/8/2018 Sunny Day - Matthias
3/11/2018 Kaz Age Swap
3/17/2018 St. Patrick's Day - Magnus
April
4/1/2018 Founder's Day - Kaz
4/8/2018 Orthodox Easter Gathering - 3 threads
May
5/12/2018 Matthias's Fairy War EP
5/18/2018 Elio's Birthday
5/31/2018 Linkdump
June
6/7/2018 Gleb's EP
6/12/2018 Wish Plot
6/16/2018 Pride TL
6/23/2018 Kaz's EP
July
Pregnancy Linkdump
August
8/14/2018 Kaz's EP
8/24/2018 Color Party - Magnus
8/24/2018 Color Party - TL
September
9/10/2018 Saving Sweeney
9/20/2018 Jamie's Item
9/26/2018 EP
October
10/5/2018 Autumn Festival
10/13/2018 Kaz Brekker's Item
10/28/2018 Inej Linkdump
November
11/15/2018 Sweeney's Big Change
11/16/2018 Fight Club
11/22/2018 Helping Guy
December
12/2/2018 Thomas Shelby's Debut
12/6/2018 Trapped at Kagura
12/7/2018 Latkes and Candlelight
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The rocks may melt and the seas may burn
When she finally extricated herself from the couch in Kaz and Inej's apartment, Nina had gone back to her own. She couldn't bring herself to go back to the cabin yet, though she was sure she should do... something. She drifted around her apartment, touching things left behind. There was too much of him here and not enough.
At some point after the sun had gone down, she found herself on the floor with the stupid owl mug that, in all its ridiculousness, had become Geralt's. The tears fell without notice now. She found her phone, vaguely aware that she had all but disappeared from the world since Geralt did. It had been days.
She sent a text to Frank.
Help me. He's gone.
At some point after the sun had gone down, she found herself on the floor with the stupid owl mug that, in all its ridiculousness, had become Geralt's. The tears fell without notice now. She found her phone, vaguely aware that she had all but disappeared from the world since Geralt did. It had been days.
She sent a text to Frank.
Help me. He's gone.
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Don't you see that lonesome dove sitting on an ivy tree
Nina sat at a booth near the back of the bar, staring at the bottle of liquor on the table. A glass sat next to it, though she hadn't touched either just yet. She wasn't even sure how long she'd been sitting there anymore.
It had been a day or two since Geralt disappeared. Maybe two, now, she thought. She'd spent the first day on the floor of Kaz and Inej's apartment, and she'd managed to leave, but she wasn't sure where to go or what to do with herself. And that was probably how she found herself in a bar, sitting in front of a bottle that she'd like very much to drown in. Her eyes were still red-rimmed from crying, her hair limp from the lack of a shower in the last few days.
She pulled out her phone and scrolled through her contacts, barely focused as the tears threatened to overflow again.
Come sit with me? I'm at Tintern.
It had been a day or two since Geralt disappeared. Maybe two, now, she thought. She'd spent the first day on the floor of Kaz and Inej's apartment, and she'd managed to leave, but she wasn't sure where to go or what to do with herself. And that was probably how she found herself in a bar, sitting in front of a bottle that she'd like very much to drown in. Her eyes were still red-rimmed from crying, her hair limp from the lack of a shower in the last few days.
She pulled out her phone and scrolled through her contacts, barely focused as the tears threatened to overflow again.
Come sit with me? I'm at Tintern.
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My own true love, farewell for a while
Nina woke with a start. Her hand flew to the bed next to her, but it was empty. She sat there for a long moment, calming her heart as she listened. She couldn't hear Geralt moving around downstairs in the cabin's kitchen. Had he gone out early for something? She consoled herself with that thought as she eased out of bed and wrapped herself in a robe.
She watched the clouds race across the heavy, overcast sky, rushed along by the winds blowing. She couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right, and after being awake for a while, she tried calling Geralt. He hated his phone, but he'd learned how to use it and it was, sometimes, the easiest way to find him.
This number has been disconnected, a tinny voice told her on the other end of the line.
Everything in Nina went numb. She dropped her phone and gripped the kitchen table. She didn't know how long she stood there, just breathing with tears stinging her eyes. Eventually, she forced herself to move. Trembling, she dressed herself and put on her shoes. She grabbed her phone, her coat, and went out into the sharp, windy day. At first she didn't know where she was going as she strode through the woods in her sweeping red coat. But she walked through the forest, and into the rolling suburbs, and finally into the city itself. She didn't stop until she reached Dimera.
Nina pounded on the door, eyes red from tears and disheveled from her walk.
She watched the clouds race across the heavy, overcast sky, rushed along by the winds blowing. She couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right, and after being awake for a while, she tried calling Geralt. He hated his phone, but he'd learned how to use it and it was, sometimes, the easiest way to find him.
This number has been disconnected, a tinny voice told her on the other end of the line.
Everything in Nina went numb. She dropped her phone and gripped the kitchen table. She didn't know how long she stood there, just breathing with tears stinging her eyes. Eventually, she forced herself to move. Trembling, she dressed herself and put on her shoes. She grabbed her phone, her coat, and went out into the sharp, windy day. At first she didn't know where she was going as she strode through the woods in her sweeping red coat. But she walked through the forest, and into the rolling suburbs, and finally into the city itself. She didn't stop until she reached Dimera.
Nina pounded on the door, eyes red from tears and disheveled from her walk.
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The anesthesia by which we endure life [Oct 24]
Frank had been brushing her off for more than a week, and then, suddenly, he wasn't answering her at all. For days he hadn't answered her. Nina was sure there was some kind of rational explanation, but she wasn't in the mood to humor that thought. Things had been strange around Darrow, and she had just handled her best friend on the verge of a complete nervous break down, and it was terribly easy to imagine that Frank had lost his mind or was dead in a ditch somewhere.
So she threw on her sweeping red coat and went to his apartment. She tried the door, gently, and found it locked. That wasn't a problem. She knelt on the landing and carefully picked it, the way she'd learned to from Kaz, until she heard the click and pop of the lock releasing.
She stood again and let herself in as quietly as she could. She was aware of two hearts beating, two sets of lungs breathing: Frank had company. She closed the door and locked it behind her, taking in the sad state of things - no different from the last time she'd been here, other than the fact that there was an extra body in the bed and she could smell the alcohol lingering. Saints, how drunk had they been?
Nina eyed the bed, and the two men in it, then huffed. She took off her coat and left it draped over the police scanner on the table. She found Frank's coffee maker and started banging things around - cabinet doors, mugs, the can of coffee - as she set about brewing a pot.
She was so angry now that she knew Frank was alive.
So she threw on her sweeping red coat and went to his apartment. She tried the door, gently, and found it locked. That wasn't a problem. She knelt on the landing and carefully picked it, the way she'd learned to from Kaz, until she heard the click and pop of the lock releasing.
She stood again and let herself in as quietly as she could. She was aware of two hearts beating, two sets of lungs breathing: Frank had company. She closed the door and locked it behind her, taking in the sad state of things - no different from the last time she'd been here, other than the fact that there was an extra body in the bed and she could smell the alcohol lingering. Saints, how drunk had they been?
Nina eyed the bed, and the two men in it, then huffed. She took off her coat and left it draped over the police scanner on the table. She found Frank's coffee maker and started banging things around - cabinet doors, mugs, the can of coffee - as she set about brewing a pot.
She was so angry now that she knew Frank was alive.
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Little Red Hood [Geralt]
Nina eyed the scope Frank had given her. She wasn't sure he'd given it to her, exactly, but he'd let her take it after the last time they trained together. She rose from the table and wandered out of the cabin and toward one of the gardens Geralt had been cultivating all spring. Everything around the house was either blooming or producing something usable or edible - not always both.
"Is there any chance I could convince you to help me with an experiment?" she asked, watching Geralt tug a weed out of the tomatoes. "I've been trying to improve my effective distance with Frank, a client of mine. I think he's just trying to keep me from being nosy about his personal life, but he might be on to something."
Either way, it wasn't working.
"Working with you is more unique. I don't think I could really do much to you if I can't see you, but I could try finding you. Take me on a merry chase through the woods, doroha. The weather's finally nice."
"Is there any chance I could convince you to help me with an experiment?" she asked, watching Geralt tug a weed out of the tomatoes. "I've been trying to improve my effective distance with Frank, a client of mine. I think he's just trying to keep me from being nosy about his personal life, but he might be on to something."
Either way, it wasn't working.
"Working with you is more unique. I don't think I could really do much to you if I can't see you, but I could try finding you. Take me on a merry chase through the woods, doroha. The weather's finally nice."
[out of game]
Nina was losing track of time. How long had it been since these superstitious idiots had figured out that her hands were somehow dangerous? She stared down at her arms, which were bound together, from her elbows to her fingertips, like she was praying, with duct tape and rope. When she'd tried to bite through the tape around her fingertips, they'd put some over her mouth. It hurt, and she couldn't even heal herself like this. She could offer no comfort to her fellow prisoners.
She noticed that their number dwindled, too. Men would come, take someone, and leave. Nina imagined they were selling them off. They were saving her, she could only imagine for who or for what. She tried not to think about it too hard, just tried to wait for a chance. Maybe if they sold her, they would pass on a warning. Maybe they wouldn't.
She didn't know. The not knowing ate at her.
One night - and she wasn't even sure if it was night time - something woke her from a dead sleep. The cells all around her had been empty for days. She heard noises: men yelling, gun shots. The door burst open and someone fell through it, scrambled across the floor to get away from violence happening in the other room.
What was happening?
She noticed that their number dwindled, too. Men would come, take someone, and leave. Nina imagined they were selling them off. They were saving her, she could only imagine for who or for what. She tried not to think about it too hard, just tried to wait for a chance. Maybe if they sold her, they would pass on a warning. Maybe they wouldn't.
She didn't know. The not knowing ate at her.
One night - and she wasn't even sure if it was night time - something woke her from a dead sleep. The cells all around her had been empty for days. She heard noises: men yelling, gun shots. The door burst open and someone fell through it, scrambled across the floor to get away from violence happening in the other room.
What was happening?
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[For Tony Stark]
When Nina answered the door, she was in all red. She would never again wear the cheap, knock-off, costume version of a kefta that she wore at the White Rose, but she didn't have a real one in Darrow. And she wasn't sure she would wear it for this, anyway. So a red dress would do.
She'd been surprised to hear from Tony Stark, thinking he might not follow through on his interest, but she was also pleased. Clients helped to keep her busy when Geralt was doing the kind of witchering that was best done alone. The last thing Darrow needed was a bored Grisha.
She put her hair up with a pair of sticks Geralt had given her as she went to answer the knock at her door. She wasn't expecting anyone else today, but she did lift her eyebrows when she saw what awaited her.
"Come in, make yourself comfortable."
She'd been surprised to hear from Tony Stark, thinking he might not follow through on his interest, but she was also pleased. Clients helped to keep her busy when Geralt was doing the kind of witchering that was best done alone. The last thing Darrow needed was a bored Grisha.
She put her hair up with a pair of sticks Geralt had given her as she went to answer the knock at her door. She wasn't expecting anyone else today, but she did lift her eyebrows when she saw what awaited her.
"Come in, make yourself comfortable."