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[boutant]

--like this?

[ Hello, City. Instead of more people discovering sand in things, this accidental broadcast seems to be showing two familiar ladies doing... something outside. Natasha is pressed up against Ariadne's back, one hand on the shorter woman's hip as she slides her back slightly, adjusting the way she's standing. ]

This gives us a better angle.

[ Natasha's other hand is on Ariadne's arm, and now she's shifting that, too. ]

Eyes forward.

[ There's a quiet noise of assent from Ariadne, and then Natasha shifts, tucking some hair behind Ariadne's ear. Lips close in, moving as the redhead says something. It's probably a wonderful sight for some of the City's residents...

...and then something shiny and sharp flies out of Ariadne's hand, embedding itself in one of the targets and making some sand trickle off the top upon impact. ]

I did it!

[ And that, City, is how to use throwing knives. ]

((ooc: regular black is Ariadne, bold is Natasha, and we make no apologies.))

Comments

[ironmanic]

I'm glad to provide an entertaining and innovative work experience for you. Enough for you to want to keep me alive.

[boutant]

Should I let you know if that changes?

[ironmanic]

Yes, please, if you will. I'd like to know when exactly I should flee for my life.

[boutant]

Don't worry, I'll probably pick off the boys in engineering before I come after you.

[ironmanic]

Charming and reassuring in some ways.

[boutant]

I try.

[ironmanic]

Just be sure to leave them in some kind of functioning state. Gotta company to keep.

[boutant]

Will do.