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Lumber Work for Limber Movements; ; Graded
Topic Started: Jul 23 2017, 07:10 AM (1,041 Views)
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Farren had biked her way off the trail again, armed only with her watch, her phone, and her body. She had been determined to make herself stronger, prepare herself for the eventually reaping that she'd have to do. She'd been delaying it for far too long, much like a college assignment. The more that she waited for the more she lost interested, but this was something that made her far more passioned than even her desire to be a great engineer.

Upon reaching her destination in the wooded area she rolled up her sleeves and changed into her comfortable shorts. She didn't want to tear through her clothes by accident after all.

The sound of her revving chains had scared off whatever birds or animals were in the area before she started to practice kicking against the trees and the timber in the area. Her feet ground against the wood, tearing away the bark as she tried to slice through them all at once. She didn't have the power to do so, but she was accurate enough to make each strike hit in nearly the same spot every time.

She then practiced trying to climb up the three stalks by climbing up the trees by having her chains grip into the wood. She only went high as she was confident as she could get down carefully, as she hugged the tree to slowly descend back onto the rush covered floor.

It hadn't even been that long but she already felt her body starting to ache from the workout. But she pressed on anyway. "All for the sake of... betting the world." She huffed as she continued to kick and strike against the trees. It was serene, which contrasted the violent nature of her training. A parallel to the girl's face.
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Boof!

"You think so...? Fuuuuck, man... I thought it was more turtle shaped than dog shaped." A pale hand fanned out five fingers toward a sky of blue and white. Fluffy blobs of clouds swam along the sea like sky capturing the relaxing air that surrounded two colorful characters sprawled out in a lush clearing. Weeds, flowers, grass, and impossible roots encircled the area that had not only had a rickety old motor bike parked against a massive fern, but several wrappers, a messy bright red tent, and a couple of dog bowls scattered about. The clearing had been rolled in so many times that the grass in its center had long since lost its growth and was instead replaced with a body sprawled in its center.

Rrrr... Boof! Bark! Wooooooorf!

Chipper barks woofed out of a cream dog with beige all along her coat. A silver dotted nose rubbed its soggy, dripping snout along the sleeve of her trusted caretaker, Vladimir. The boy himself had his arm wrapped snug around the Akita's groomed back, and she kept her head burrowed between the pit of his arm and his chest sporting out soft 'boofs' every so often as Vladimir spoke off and on.

The afternoon itself had been exhilarating! For the most part he'd done nothing but spend his time chatting away to no one but he, himself, and his loving companion. His one sided conversations ranged from how subtle the weather felt down to how cool the clouds looked. Whether it be a turtle shaped cloud or a shark eating a man alive, Vladimir thought to always point it out for Chekhov to see. Their time together had been spent in the woods for near three days of nothing but chivalry and play time. Nothing more than a fun hang out for the both of them, but there was a touch of 'self finding' amidst this trip that he knew a dog would never understand.

He'd been peacefully sprawled across the ground, one ankle propped over the other in a comfortable relaxing lay. Peace was all but sound save for the sudden clashing of a saw like material revving into natures given growth. An irritated tick tapped at his temple as the sound not only happened once, but multiple times. As he moved to sit up and glance in the direction where the obscure noises frequented, Vladimir found himself being tackled at the chest by Chekhov, a worried bark piffling through her chunky muzzle. Hands reached and fumbled through her thick tufts of fur around her ears, and he rubbed his forehead in a gentle soothe against her own while humming out in a sneaky whisper, "Shhhh... Let's go see who's causing so much racket, yeah? That's a good girl, Chekhov."

Both owner and pet fumbled their way up, and Vladimir had already had his sneakers tied on in a loose fashion fit for outdoor activities. Chekhov bounced on her toes pushing her paws into the grass as eager as could be to go and see what the exciting blurbs of noises were, but her owner wasn't quite as awe struck as she was. She noticed how his usual charming smile had a touch of a strain to it, but aside from that he was still the same old Vladimir! At his command and flick of his wrist toward the revving chain sounds, the excitable dog leaped to action springing forward through the thick of the woods.

Vladimir trailed behind the rush of his dog trusting her nose rather than his own. He knew he could easily shift his head into that of a dog or a cat to root out the perpetrator, but seeing as Chekhov was more into this game than he was he figured she'd be all for a search and find.

The dog bounded over bushes, crossed over a creek, sniffed a strange hole in root, and then finally padded toward a strange figure in a pair of shorts and a quirk she'd never seen before in her short life. Her curled tail wiggled against her backside as she crawled and scooted under a bush entering the area where bits of wood lay scattered along the tarnished site in the forest. Dark eyes glanced in every direction unaware of the danger that could come with a heavy chain.

Meanwhile, with Vladimir...

He'd instead chosen to stay back and remained hidden behind a sprawling tree of roots and leaves. Arms folded themselves across his chest, and he tilted his head with a fluffy beige ear pivoted toward the direction Chekhov had settled herself into. He'd shifted his ears into the same style that his own dog had, rounded and pointed with thick fur built for cupping sound. It was a simple, useful little tack on, but he could hear far better now that he had a similar characteristic to a dog than a human.

A thick brow raised up, and he sucked on his teeth running the tip of his tongue over a fang that settled in his mouth. What will happen next, he wondered?

Vladimir's outfit + Chekhov
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Farren had been chopping at wood for only a few minutes, but even she knew that she just needed a little bit of time to rest and recuperate. She reached into her bag for a water bottle as she paced around the leaves and twigs that were on her feet. Chugging water along as she looked around at the area. She heard the sound of ruffling leaves and wondered if maybe there was a stray animal that had been startled by her training. She figured they would've left a long time ago so something being so close now was odd.

She flinched as she felt something soft and fluffy rub against the back of her legs. She turned around slowly to see a dog playfully rummaging around the field of leaves, timber, and wood that she had been chopping down. "A dog all the way out here?" She crouched down to look at the little animal as it playfully moved about. "Can't be wild... can it? Maybe some hunter is out here? No... hunting dogs don't act like this." She kept an eye on the dog as she let the little thing continue to bound around in ignorance.

Still, she couldn't not coo at the little thing for a time. Seeing a friendly little fluff ball play around made her want to reach out and play with the thing. After all, it was just her and this dog. And maybe some hunter or something like that was out. It wasn't a big deal.

"Hello, there you cute little thing~" She cooed at the dog as she put her chains back into her skin. "What're you doing all the way out here huh? You got an owner playing? Out for a walk?" She looked for a collar on the little dog as she looked at the little guy.
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... Hmph!

Thin lips tuckered out as he overheard a gentle voice coo out to the loving being that is Chekhov. He shifted his sight to the corners of his eyes watching from his lengthy distance in a gory twist of jealousy and awe. Not only was this strange girl talking to his friend so openly, but the little traitor of a pup was barking and having the time of her life!

"Worf! Boof! Bork, bork! Woof," bubbled Chekhov as she pranced around on her toes and dug her claws into the dirt around her. The curly Q of her tail swirled and rolled along her backside pushing her creamy coat around, and she swelled with joy as the new lined animal spoke to her! In the eyes of Chekhov everyone was an animal, and she thought in simple ways such as Vladimir being her animal dad, and now this girl who had strange lines covering her skin making her the lined animal.

She watched as sparkles danced in her beady chestnut eyes as the chains that revved and shined along Farren's skin was stashed away. It was like magic to her, and she found herself barking several times with her nose pushing and rubbing at Farren's knee in total and complete awe. Overjoyed to have met such a unique person, Chekhov stuck out her tongue and then flopped down onto her back with her rump waggling about against the grass.

Across her neck was a strong leather collar as black as the night. The quality was high in its fabric, but there were stains of red that flecked across its matte leather. Blood from precious 'parties' that her owner was notorious for having. She never quite understood the appeal in making the strangers sleep forever, but she figured if that was what he loved then she may as well love it, too. Alongside the collars thick leather was a set of doubled up dog tags. One had her breed, a number, and an address that wasn't in English or Japanese. The writing was printed in fine silver written in Russian.

However, the main dog tag that rattled alongside the informational one had a single name on it that was in English.

"Chekhov! Jesus Christ, baby girl, don't run off... like... that," Vladimir called out in an act of a simple man searching for his dog. The white lie stood proud as he stepped over a gnarly bush of greenery stomping his worn and torn sneakers down into the grass of Farren's own clearing. His nose wrinkled, but he kept a cheeky grin up as he shoved his hands into the depths of his dark green hoodie. Upon stepping in he spotted Chekhov doing exactly as he'd thought she would do; butter up Farren.

She didn't mean to be so happy and joy filled, but it made Vladimir happy that the girl trusted someone so...

Now that he looked at Farren up close he was a bit star struck. The teen blinked several times while watching the pair with mild interest, and he reached a hand up rubbing his palm at the nape of his neck sheepishly. Chuckles broke out while watching Chekhov make silly noises, and he spoke in Japanese hoping the girl would understand, "Damn... Sorry if she caused you any trouble. Honestly, she goes on wild adventures that we humans will never understand. Ever wonder how a dogs mind works?"

Chekhov continued to show her silky belly at Farren, but at the call of Vladimir's voice her ears swatted upward like two upright arrows. She rolled onto her side like a lazy roll of bread before flopping back over at Farren's feet.

She love this human! She smelled like trees and yummy grass!
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"You're so cute! Yes you are! Yes you are~" She said as she ruffled the dog's adorable little face as it bounced around her feet. She didn't normally show this side of her, but how could anyone try and not play cute with a dog nearby them?

She even laughed as the dog was pressing its moist little nose against her kneecaps. "Stop, that tickles!" She said trying to gently move the dogs face from tickling her legs. But as she did play around with the dog she was able to get a glimpse at its collars. Though she, unfortunately, couldn't read Russian she could read English well enough to understand the name. Though the red splotches confused her, maybe something from an animal? Or maybe they were given a diet of raw meat?

"Chekhov is your name huh?" She crouched down to give the dog a belly rub as he had rolled onto his back. "Okay, I'll give you one belly rub and then I have to get back to my training." She said as she was careful not to actually scratch the dog with her metal chains by accident as she carefully and gently gave the dog a little tummy massage.

Her hands however suddenly scrunched up once she heard the sound of a human voice nearby. "I er..." She paused as she got back up onto her feet and recomposed herself. "So this is your dog then? He's really cute." She said keeping her eyes on the adorable little dog.

Once the young man asked her about what had happened she sheepishly looked around at the cut up trees.
"Oh it's fine, I was just... doing some lumber work." It wasn't a complete lie, her training was just meant to be out of the way of other people. "Dogs are wild, but at least they're pure. You can't really say that a dog will ever really deceive or trick, so their displays of cuteness and interest are always genuine. I always found that to be adorable about them." She said as she wanted to scratch the dog's head once again.

"What about you? I'm not bothering you or anything am I? You live around here or are you just out for a walk with your dog?" She didn't want to end up disturbing the guy. After all, he could be a problem later down the line if she ended up cleaning some people with her chains and this guy reported her out. Nothing says suspicious as a girl cutting up trees in the forest for no reason.
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Protests of her nose tickling at Farren's knee was all but denied as she continued her persistent rubs and bops along her skin. She had rolled over accepting the pets and rubs that began to attack her round soft belly, but the moment Farren had said her name she'd barked and lopped her tongue out the side of her maw. Paws reached and grabbed around her hands to try and anchor them to her belly for an eternity of loving, but as soon as Vladimir had entered the fray she was quickly compromised.

Chekhov rolled up to sit on her bum and waggled her tail left and right growing incredibly excited. She watched Vladimir step closer waving his finger at her in a familiar gesture to 'come', and she did as was motioned by standing up, shaking her body free of loose grass, and then trotting up to his side. Her nose dabbed against his jean clad thigh sniffing at him for a brief moment unaware of the conversation taking place.

Sharp eyes as red as the stains on Chekohv's collar narrowed briefly on Farren before returning back to a lidded, lazy stare. Lumber work? He couldn't exactly deny Farren of doing as such in a place chock full of woodland creatures, but what did she need wood for in the start of spring? His head tilted to the side like that of a confused dog, but he straightened up as she spoke up about his lame inquire about dog minds. This brought on a bright change in subject, and he animatedly waved his hands around while flashing a fang toothed grin exclaiming, "Right?! Maaaaan, fuck! Dogs are the cutest little guys the world has to offer! Akita's, like Chekohov, down to the tiny breeds like tea cup chihuahua's or terriers! Sheesh, and here I was worried you were some vandalizing weirdo running around terrorizing animals in the woods. Glad to know you're a cool chick."

In all seriousness he was more so concerned that she'd keep moving into the woods where his little campsite was at. There was an issue with the site, and he wasn't so keen on being reported for... he'll call it involuntary manslaughter. This put them both in the same boat unknowingly, but Vladimir wouldn't know that!

"What about you? I'm not bothering you or anything am I? You live around here or are you just out for a walk with your dog?" She had asked him out of kindness, and he found himself quickly put on the spot. What was his story again...? Vladimir's face shifted into one of contemplation, but then he laughed it off by shrugging and throwing a thumb toward the direction he'd came from. "Close, but not quite! I was, you know, enjoying some camping. These woods are super quiet and generally not many people roam around here unless they've got a death wish by some animal when it comes to the night, but I like the deeper part of the woods myself. I found this awesome clearing when I was exploring and found some neat shit like a tent and an old fire pit. Cool, right?"

The dog tilted her head and rubbed her toes against Vladimir's sneaker unsure of why he was being so friendly. She knew her owner better than anyone in the world! He wasn't always this friendly and open to strangers, but perhaps it had to do with the cool lined girl having a strange appearance. When she took note that she was being ignore by Vladimir, she shifted her focus and instead galloped back to Farren and sat down beside her sniffing at the odd lines around her skin.
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Farren laughed awkwardly as she tried her best to find some story to explain why she was really cutting up these logs. Lumber work had apparently been good enough but no doubt it would come back and bite her in the ass later when she had to keep the story up. "Yeah I'm not crazy or anything, it's also good for some exercise you know. I didn't think that there'd be anyone out here and I didn't want to bother anyone." She said as she kicked up some leaves. "And I'd never try and hurt any adorable animals... especially little cute doggies like this one." She had to resist that urge to ruffle the dog's floppy ears some more as she kept her eyes on the other man.

She started walking away, not wanting to get into the way of someone else that as enjoying their time. "Oh, so people camp around here..." She seemed slightly dejected at knowing that she was probably ruining other peoples day and that there were numerous amounts of witnesses. "Still, I'm not all that afraid of some wild animals, I can take care of myself pretty well. At worst I'll just try and scare them off if they get close," she said as she made an ominous sound with her chains revving around her arm.

She looked around slightly curious. "Mind showing me around then? Might as well enjoy the scenery here before I go off and ruin someone else's day." If she was going to stop training, then the very least she could do was enjoy the wild sights. She took a sip from her water bottle, wondering where the other campers in the area might end up being.
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"Yeah I'm not crazy or anything, it's also good for some exercise you know. I didn't think that there'd be anyone out here and I didn't want to bother anyone." His sharp gaze settled on the chains that decorated her skin as she spoke, but once she did he took a brief second to pause. Exercise? Wasn't she out here to cut wood...? A bit confused, but definitely curious for why she was out here, Vladimir wrinkled his nose and propped ashen pale hands atop his hips finding himself in deep thought. ... Oh!

Her comment about Chekhov has once again ripped him from his short lived thoughts. He figured that if she was out here by herself slicing trees in odd patterns then so be it. The indents in the trees, the way they were cut with jagged lines, wasn't what he'd call 'chopping for wood', but he was completely alright meeting someone who had the balls to dip her toes in a bit of combat training. Least, that was his second guess. Either she was training herself, her quirk, or she was trying to wake up forest moles.

Forest moles do exist.

The pale teen stepped around a root while stepping closer toward Farren, but not to show hostility, rather he was reaching down and waving at Chekhov to stop lounging along the poor girls shoes. "Tut! Quit bothering the nice animal lady, Checkers! Jeez, you're such'a brat, man."

He managed to scoop her bottom up from behind, a whopping mouth full of tan fur wiggling back and forth in his face as he hoisted her up and sat her on his shoulders in the most comfortable hold. Her little legs hung around his neck, and her front paws rested atop of his head while she stared off at the various leaves that surrounded the woods. Her tongue lopped out, and she barked every so often as a butterfly fluttered along in her black and white vision.

Heaving a comical sigh, Vladimir breathed out a laugh and flashed Farren a fanged grin, "Sure they do! I mean, shit, I do. Camping is fucking awesome with the right crowd, lemme tell ya'. But, like, this place? I wouldn't recommend. There's bears and shit. Plus, fuck, I heard rumors of murder. Like, legit. A friend of my friend's friend told her that he heard from his Uncle that some dude was found dead by a rangers Jeep a couple of clicks out. Cool, right?"

His chuckles were as impish as he presented himself, and he skid the heels of his worn 'n torn sneakers along the cut up grass while moving to walk alongside Farren. What a cool chick, he noted thoughtfully. Humming a tune that didn't quite fit the conversation, he continued along before nodding toward a patchy space to the left of Farren. This was the direction that both he and Chekhov had ventured from!

"Man, fuck, if you can take care of yourself then I'm all for letting you tag along! It'll be cool, da? Lot's of exploreaaation and cool storrryyy telliiinng. All in good fun, babe, but the real question is; what's your name?" He was being as genuine as a freak of nature could be, but he figured that since they both shared unique qualities physically then there had to be some sort of cool bonding going on. Upon request, Vladimir began stepping over shrubbery and roots that lead back toward his campsite, but there was still a ways before they reached that, if they did.

While he was grunting and stepping over tangled roots he began to explain bits and pieces of the forest as if he'd been here for years, but in reality he'd only been 'camping' here for three days, "Not gonna lie, you picked an awesome place to, uh... cut wood."

He paused to glance at her as he made his comment making sure she understood that he wasn't quite on board with her excuse, but he wasn't going to bark at her for it. If anything the only one doing the barking was an excitable Akita wiggling her tail against Vladimir's forest green hood. Regardless of his underlying tone, he pressed a smile that let two sharp fangs poke out over his bottom lip before continuing, "Anyway, like not far from here there's this bomb ass creek! I've been here a couple of days, and not gonna lie I've found some cool shit. Though I'm starting to believe this bullshit about the whole 'killer' rumor. Mostly because I steyed by the creek for a couple of hours to let Chekhov have her fun, and this shit started falling down the stream. I'm talking like... A pair of shoes and I think a belt with a flashlight was tied on it. Gotta say that flashlight has some fuckin' wattage on it!"
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It seemed that the dog had an affinity for her shoes as it sniffed and rooted around her toes. When the young man picked him up she simply waved her hand, "It's okay, I'm not too bothered by him. I'll let you know if he ever becomes the least bit problematic." Not that she would have a bad time with dogs, if they ever got out of hand she'd just make an annoying sound to scare 'em off.

But seeing the cute little dog rest peacefully on the young man's head had made her snicker slightly as she tried to hide her face. "You two make quite the pair." She said as she walked around. When the young man brought up that there might've been a murder around here she kept walking, but the side of her mouth curled down into a frown. "So a murderer may or may not me using these woods as a hideout then?" She wasn't scared, in fact it almost seemed that she was walking faster now that she had the information on hand. "Quite the story, sounds like these woods might just be more dangerous than they let on." She said as she kept turning her head around.

She was so focused on the potential murder plot here that she didn't notice that Vlad had asked her for her name. She blinked a few times before she turned back to him. "Oh right, it's Farren." She said as she looked around for any areas of interest. She almost seemed kind of cold and insincere to the boy save the little dog on his head. "Hmm... yeah it'll be best if we stick together around here. Especially if there's a wandering murderer..." She brought her fingers to her chin as she slowed down to let Vlad lead.

"You can go ahead and show me, maybe we'll find some more proof that there's something wrong going on around here." She raised an eyebrow at Vlad a little suspicious. "Sounds to me like you're awfully calm yourself for being in such a place that could have bears and murderers. Do you think that you're able to take on such a guy along with your little dog too."
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Pale fingers had themselves loosely wrapped around the chocolate paws of his sugary friend atop his head. Security that she, a simple minded creature, wouldn't fall and meet her end, as she was his greatest ally and most trusted friend. He listened intently as Farren spoke in an odd manner that hinted toward a sense of insecurity, but he kept his eyes forward and his mind on her. She was, after all, in the woods, and he wasn't stupid.

"It's okay, I'm not too bothered by him. I'll let you know if he ever becomes the least bit problematic." Him. Chekhov wasn't in the least bit troubled that she was being regarded as a sweet little boy, but the thought made Vladimir spit a stifled snort. Eyes crinkled at the corners as he broke out into a laugh, but despite the silliness he kept moving forward avoiding slipper spots that dotted the forest floor. "Man! Actually, he's a she. I'd hope she isn't problematic. Shit, I didn't train her to be a baddy. Isn't that right, Checkers?"

He scrubbed his fingers along her fluffy thigh eliciting a jolly boof out of the creamy dog. She licked his forehead rapidly at the pets being scratched in, and he chuckled to himself ignoring the wet slobber sticking to his brow. Farren chose that moment to speak up, and he zeroed in on her tilting his head to meet eye to eye. "Oh right, it's Farren."

"Farren...? That's," he paused before letting out a loud 'AHA' and shooting Farren a sparkly thumbs up, "THAT'S AWESOME! Farren is such a pretty name, too! The fuck are you doing in the woods with a nice name like that?! It'd be such a shame if that dude got you, but you aren't a hero, are you? Not that it honestly matters, murder is murder, and it's an awful practice."

Truth was it did matter to him, and greatly so. He mused to himself in thought that she may be a hero in the making, but there was one thing that bothered him. If she was possibly a hero, and he was grabbing at straws here, then does that mean she has a license to be using her quirk in public like she was? Thick brows furrowed downward, and he opened his mouth a couple of times until he shook his head and gnawed on his bottom lip instead.

If she was confidently using her quirk then she might have a hero license, he thought to himself a tad irritated that he might be in the presence of a heroic being. Vladimir's shoulders hiked up a smidgen out of instinct, and he began to put his guard up by training his eyes on Farren, however she began to slow for him to lead her forward.

"Sounds to me like you're awfully calm yourself for being in such a place that could have bears and murderers. Do you think that you're able to take on such a guy along with your little dog too."

She's skeptical of me, but I'm suspicious of her, so what does that make this situation, he mulled eerily to himself. Blood shot eyes shifted their gaze forward instead of on Farren, and he kept a relaxed pace, smile, and all around vibe as he nodded his head toward a creek coming into sight. The creek itself had rushing waters that gushed over mossy rocks and sparkling eroded minerals. Everything about it screamed nature, but there wasn't a piece of clothing in site.

"... I wouldn't so much say I'm calm, but I'm sure as hell not scared of some moron running around the woods looking for a fight. Plus, I'm safe, at least I think I am. My friend told me the guy wasn't a fan of heroes, and since this forest is on public land they tend to do rounds or watches for villains that try to hide out here. Pretty common knowledge that a forest as thick as this one would suffice as a bomb hide away for someone who's gotten himself in some deep shit. At least, that's where I'd go. Cities are too crowded, and there's always eyes wherever you are. Plus, fuck, cities stink of human." Talkative as ever, Vladimir ran his mouth putting in his own two cent as to what he thought of this supposed rumor. He was as honest as can be, and hated lying. He stepped over a thick patch of wet grass and dropped his foot down on patchy bits of grain and leaves. The teen tapped his fingers in a rhythm against his dogs paws while looking down at the creeks rushing stream, and he hummed a small, old tune.

"If he does try to get me, then I'll suck his blood. Easy as that," he concluded, head bobbing in a nod as if confirming his idea was the greatest thought since sliced bread. Vladimir reached up and hoisted Chekohov from his shoulders setting her down on her toes in wet grass, and she rocketed off splashing around in the creek with her nose snorting bubbles in the water. Once she was busying herself with dog like fantasy, the pseudo-vampire teen crossed his arms over his chest loosely and tilted his head in Farren's direction asking her as casually as he could manage, "So, do you have a license or something? I mean, since that's your quirk. Chains and revving, I think? There wasn't a chainsaw in your little clearing when I got there, plus you have that cool as fuck theme going on around your skin."
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"Oh sorry, not that I could tell whether it was a boy or a girl dog just from looking. Both of them are pretty energetic after all." And in the end of things, unless they were in a pack or with a mate the distinction really didn't matter all that much to her. But she didn't want to seem completely insensitive about making that little mistake on their part.

She was starting to get little irritated with the boy's overzealous comments, but it would be worth tolerating once she found out where this potential murderer might be hiding out in this odd forest. "Don't worry about me, like I said before, I can handle myself well enough." She crossed her arms a little annoyed that he kept worrying about her. "And no, I'm not a hero and I don't have a license, but that doesn't mean I don't know how to use my quirk for self-defense." Or for brutal offense. "But yes, if someone is out here pointlessly murdering people then we should be a little cautious."

Maybe she was in over her head, but her zealous killer in her was just seeking to finally bring about some justice.

His answer regarding who this killer was had interested her. "So this is someone who's out hunting villains essentially and just killing them when they try and hide out here in the woods?" That certainly sounded familiar. "So you don't have anything to worry about, and I don't have anything to worry about either. Neither of us are villains, after all, still... you'd imagine that if someone was out killing villains that there'd be some kind of investigation going on here." She continued walking forward, if this killer was hunting villains then there ought to be some sign of such a thing. Maybe a tent where they were hiding out, or some supplies that they are living off of, but most of it seemed mostly to just be serene nature.

"Guessing you're not a big fan of humans huh? One does something to you that made you want to spend time out here by the wilds?" Maybe he just didn't like cities, or maybe he just didn't like people, but he didn't seem to mind her all that much.

"Suck his blood huh? you a mosquito or something?" She wouldn't have guessed that, he didn't have a big nose or anything of that nature. But he must've had a quirk that had something to do with blood. "Yeah, I've got chains all under my skin. Think of it like blood vessels, but with steel instead and I can move them around as I please. No chainsaw needed." She said simply as for a moment the chains seemed to roll around her eyes before burying back beneath her skin.
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"Don't worry about me, like I said before, I can handle myself well enough." Farren made herself mighty clear that she wasn't the run of the mill damsel in distress that Vladimir had initially began to think. The way she held herself was almost as if she were insecure, but who was he to judge? She's got balls, he noted, thoughtful that she was able bodied and had a strong sense of guts to her. Most women he'd met so far in his travels across Japan have been nothing but mediocre. The same entailed with the men he'd met, but in most cases he's been the most unlucky man alive to have had run ins one after the other in the likes of Heroes.

Speaking of Heroes, he glanced cocked his head to the side raising a thick brow up at Farren's comment. "So this is someone who's out hunting villains essentially and just killing them when they try and hide out here in the woods? So you don't have anything to worry about, and I don't have anything to worry about either. Neither of us are villains, after all, still... you'd imagine that if someone was out killing villains that there'd be some kind of investigation going on here."

Hunting Villains? There was a drift somewhere, and he figured that his animated ways of talking had gotten the better of him seeing as Farren had misunderstood him. A breathy laugh trickled out, and he waved his hand in the air in the universal sign of no, "No, no, no. Other way around, Farren. You know, Villain? Killing Heroes? A Hero Killer? Man, that's a topic. Mmm... Honestly? You make a pretty solid point there! I wonder why no one's bothered to come out here yet? Probably because it's early spring, and early spring is mating season for a lot of mammals here in the woods. Generally officials avoid tackling down heavy wooded areas for political reasons in early spring. Neat, right?"

She's got good ears, he noted over Farren taking a poke at his dislike toward people. Vladimir rocked on the heels of his sneakers watching his precious friend, Chekhov, bumble about in the creeks messy shallow waters. He wasn't sure if there would be a point in spilling anything to Farren, but on the other hand he figured why would it matter? She was nothing more than a stranger he'd passed by in the woods, and he's certain she thought the same of him on some level of respect.

"Yeaaah! Fuck humans, man. Animals are so much more wholesome than we are, da? The woods... Guess it'd be better to know a bit more about me if you were really curious, but I doubt you are. But, like, isn't it cool? This place, I mean. There's nothing more awesome than spending a couple of days doing nothing but chilling out by a camp fire and counting stars after midnight," he sighed dreamily as the thought of relaxing under a bed of stars came to mind. His story was for another time unless she was curious, and he was a man of questions. Giving answers was what he loved to do!

Pausing, Vladimir turned and watched Farren when she questioned if he was a mosquito. His dull gaze was glued to her for the longest minute before he outright burst into a childish, wicked laughter. This chained girl was making him laugh loads today! The snorts became so bad that he raised a finger to dab under the dark circles around his eyes freeing them of laugh induced tears. Mosquito!

"M-Mosquito... Not even close, but I guess if Vampire's are mosquito's then sure, why not? They're super fascinating insects in the first place, and to hell with their blood sucking powers when I can drain a body," he declared adding a flashy hair flip in the process of his light gloating. There was no real pride behind his words as he ended up chuckling and resting his palms down on his hips. "I'm pulling your leg, but the Vampire part is semi true. So is the draining part. Then again I think anyone could do that? Easy is as easy does, I say."

"Yeah, I've got chains all under my skin. Think of it like blood vessels, but with steel instead and I can move them around as I please. No chainsaw needed." As Farren was explaining her quirk, Vladimir's head turned down and up giving her a once over from toe to ear. She stated that her skin was covered in chains, and inside it like veins, and upon looking closer the imprints in her skin were vivid and strange! Unique! Cool!

Gasps erupted, and he pointed a finger at her arm practically oozing sparkles of enthusiasm as he cooed out, "What the hell! How did you end up with such an kick ass quirk?! You could slice people to pieces with something like that! Have you ever thought of butchery?! God, you must be super popular from where you're from. If you were from Russia you'd be an honest to God hit."
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"A hero killer then, just going around through the forests here hunting down those that go on patrol. You'd think that after the first time that they'd be more vigilant or on guard of such an occurrence." She said as she found the story to be somewhat unbelievable from a heroic standpoint. "And you'd also think that if such a murderer was around that there would probably be some safeguards around to keep people like that from showing up in the first place right? Maybe they just don't care..."

Or maybe this was just some bold faced lie, though why the boy would go through his way to make such a claim was beyond her. Sure there was the possibility that he was responsible for these murders, but she hadn't actually heard news or seen evidence of either.

"I grew up around a mix of good and bad people, and living in the city means I also know what's good and bad about it. I don't think humans are all that bad. When you get to a certain intelligence level on an animal not rely on instinct and needs just becomes part of how we are. A dog does things because it likes being in a pack, or because it needs to eat, but a dog never tries to achieve a higher order of achievement. So I don't fault them really." She looked up at the sky. "I do think that it's really nice and tranquil though, but I'd get bored of it after awhile, just have to mix everything after some time."

She frowned slightly and blushed as Vlad seemed to find her answer to be ridiculous. "H-Hey it's not funny! Mosquitos are more realistic and vampiric than bats or the actual fictional vampire. They actually suck blood, transmit diseases and... augh! Why am I even explaining this!?" He was just joking around but she didn't enjoy being made fun of for what she considered to be a serious answer.

She calmed down slightly as she looked at her skin and the multiple lines that went across them. "I was just born with it, my mom had a quirk where her skin could change into certain metals, and my dad was able to manipulate string. So I guess the mutation of the two made the chains." She sighed slightly, she wondered what her real parents would've thought about her doing what she did now. "My foster parents think that it could be useful to metal working, but I disagree. I kind of like just chopping away at less resistant things."
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"That's the problem. No one cares," added his dry remark toward Farren's own speculation on the 'rumor'. Though he wasn't a liar, Vladimir wasn't in the least bit perfect. Telling terrifying tales of a ghastly murderer roaming through the woods was his initial goal in attempting to scare Farren. The older women held herself in a manner that spoke volumes toward her quiet persona, and he decided to let the topic drop for a few moments instead focusing on a less risky conversation.

"I grew up around a mix of good and bad people, and living in the city means I also know what's good and bad about it. I don't think humans are all that bad. When you get to a certain intelligence level on an animal not rely on instinct and needs just becomes part of how we are. A dog does things because it likes being in a pack, or because it needs to eat, but a dog never tries to achieve a higher order of achievement. So I don't fault them really." The teen watched out the corner of his eye as she glanced toward the sky imprinting a whimsical air about her. Fangs slipped over his lips as he pressed a grin and glanced upward, too. A cloudy, but not quite rainy day perfect for speculation.

"This is almost like some kind of novel. Not what you said, but more like... this whole situation, man. Boy meets girl in woods and go on a creepy adventure to hunt down a killer only to stop and bond over vague moral values. Stellar,"" he mused, fingers rubbing at his showing off his animated thought on their get together. Shaking his head, Vladimir swung out his hand jabbing his thumb against his hoodie covered chest grinning like a fool, "Humans are an intelligent species, sure, but I despise half the shit we've done as a whole. We've ruined economies over petty shit, started wars because of drama, and now we have an entire conglomerate of selfish fucks who claim they're heroes when really all they care about is climbing the social ladder. Sure, there are some people out there who are worth a time. Not ever batch of eggs is going to have a cracked one nestled in the corner of its carton, but it's different depending on how a person is raised"

He stopped abruptly and closed his mouth, nose wrinkled and his brows furrowed. This girl made him want to talk, and though he was infamous for being a wordy individual, he wasn't the most open person in the world, yet here he is mulling over his own past. "Long story short, I grew up in Russia among a pack of Vampires. Fuckin' evil to a T, they are. Pretty much was taught that humanity is nothing more than a giant buffet for us to fuck over, and I was taught how to kill and not be killed. Home wrecker, my man, but that's fucked. It's why I ran away in the first place and I'm stuck in Japan broke as shit in the middle of a forest. Yeah... Yeah, it gets old after a while, sure, but it's safe here."

Sighing, he pressed a strained smile that melted into a laugh when Farren broke out into a blush. She had this cute shade that decorated her cheeks, and he poked his finger forward close to her face, but didn't touch out of common curtsy. "Hahahaha! Aside from all that seriousness, you're freaking adorable and scary! Look at you all blushy and upset! And, please, mosquitoes are kind of gross, but they're fucking amazing when it comes to swarming and disease. Though, if you're curious, I could show you what my quirk does."

Foster parents?

"Foster...? That's adoption, isn't it? What's it like? The, uh, fake parents... No, that's insensitive, damn. Erm. We have a lot of foster places in Russia, but I was never allowed near the actual buildings, nor did my parents want me to. They're elite fuckers, but they have interesting quirks. Father's got... Fourth? Fifth... Fouth generation Vampire mutation. I got his looks, obviously. I'm paler than the moon and my eyes are as red as human blood. Not gonna lie I was actually resting when I overheard all those chains since I prefer to be active at night! Kind of a side effect in how I grew up." He rubbed a palm against the back of his neck growing sheepish that he was running his mouth so much. She was so fun to talk to, and the calming forest combined with the simplistic idea of two people hanging out in the woods was endearing enough to make him socialize.

"My Mother's quirk... You know how they say quirks that let you transform into another being all together is rare? She could do that, but with animals. She used to shape shift into a bear when she'd get pissed off at me or my brother, and, man, she'd rip my Father in two if she could get her paws on him in her tiger form. The cool part is it can be partial, too. She can change her arms and her ears; stuff like that. The only problem is she couldn't do much. It's too much of a strain on her little body, but it's safer for me since I'm, well, more 'durable' if that's the right way to say it."

Meanwhile, off to the side, Chekhov has found a frog and is currently sniffing it and pressing her toes against it. Boof!
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Farren sighed, "No one cares huh? Talk about heroes then... legitimately letting people wander into danger and then end up potentially getting killed. Either it's the heroes themselves or the media that's not giving this the proper attention it deserves." Her fists clenched up as chains slowly rolled over her skin. "Makes me sick to my stomach to think that there are people who knowingly ignore things like this. It's one thing to not be up to the task or try and then fail, but it's another to just try and sweep it under the rug." It was why she vowed to kill whoever fit that bill. Useless heroes were probably the type that she hated the most.

She stopped to look at Vlad as he made the comment as though there situation was out of some kind of book. "What genre of book we talking here? Cause it sounds to me that this could end up being romance, horror, or the beginning story to some kind of philosophical book." She hoped that he wasn't implying the first answer...

"Well yeah, but that's just what happens when you get smart. And then when you get smart and you have to compete for your resources. Before it was just about who was the biggest and strongest, then the biggest groups and the smartest, then it became about ideas... some things just never change." She accepted that faulty part of the human life. But if dogs got smart he'd imagine that they'd do the same. "I agree with you on the point that heroes don't need to be using their status as heroes to gain fame and fortune, it should be its own reward. But it seems that's been long forgotten." She paused as she wondered if she ought to divulge more about her intentions over to him.

She decided to take a break from her hiking and to sit down with her fingers pressed together as she listened to Vlad complain about how crooked his family of vampires was. Looking at the world as a buffet to be eaten. "That's a pretty cynical view of the world they have... and to think of your fellow man as nothing but food is despicable. You made a good choice to leave." She nodded as she looked back at the sky, "Did you end up telling anyone about that? You know, maybe that they'd get caught and no more people would be eaten." She tilted her head a little curious.

She was pulled from her deep thought as Vlad poked a finger in her direction, mentioning that she was cute and scary. "Don't call me that! That's like... the worst combination of things to be!" Cute and scary are the tags you give to animals that are trying to be scary but are cute or to animals that are scary but adorable up close. Like bugs or bats. She turned her head trying not to show that her cheeks were only getting more flushed by the comments, "Who calls someone adorable and scary..." She mumbled under her breath as she pressed her hands against her cheeks to massage the blood away.

She didn't mind going into the details of her adoption, that wasn't what bothered her or tormented her when she was younger. "My foster parents were kind and sweet, understanding what it was like to lose your original family is... a hard to empathize. But all the same I was happy." Her foster parents were her real parents as far as she cared. They made sure she grew up and had a good time relative to the tragedy that was her family being abandoned by those heroes. "Sounds like we should've traded families... well... in the sense that your family sounds like the deserve to burn in a fire." Like hers, not that he'd probably get that from her words.

"Sounds like you've got a lot of fun quirk genes to play with." Farren said as her attention turned to Chekov as she was playing with a nearby frog. "You comfy living out here poor and alone?" She couldn't imagine anyone finding purpose or joy in living in such a place unless they hated their previous life.
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