oo1. ( video ; event - backdated to the bulk of the hoarde )

[debts]

[ It's a bit of a mess, when the feed clicks on. Natasha's been keeping her head down — there's a few things you need to get a handle on when you get plummeted head-first into a new enviroment. There's the economy, socio-political climate, technology; today's way of flying under the radar isn't necessary tomorrow's, and that can get a little getting used to when seeming one thing and being another is your bread and butter.

Not that this does well for first impressions. She looks alright, if painted with tell-tale signs of blood and dirt and grime — not as messy as some of the others, though, which is probably as good a sign as any that she's not been a front-liner. She's somewhere in the district, surrounded by vague shadows and pillars. Also, dead things. Not really a good place to be right now, Zeta. ]

I don't think I've ever liked Jules Verne. [ But at least it's not Ten Thousand Leagues. Her eyes track something to her left, tension settling in her shoulders. A flash of red as she turns, firing four shots in quick succession; there's the slump of a wailing adjutant as they make their mark.

Natasha's mouth quirks into something that might almost be a smile, if a wry one, giving the firearm she picked up off a dead merc a few bodies back a little shake. ]

Anyone wanna help a girl out? I'm almost out of toys, and I like keeping my options open.

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[debts]

I had a feeling. [ But Natasha doesn't seem to be particularly offended or even affected one way or the other — if anything, she looks a little more at ease. She might not like them, but debts and exchanges and being owed, well. That kind of thing is pretty standard when you find yourself in a foreign enviroment. Though she's not sure any of those manuals ever mentioned space.

Straightening, Natasha tips her chin, a kind of well, alright type gesture. ]

What do I owe you?

[herewegoto]

Oh, I'll come up with something. For a down-payment? How about putting that to use.

[A quick reach back to her belt, and Kasumi's got a matching weapon in hand. It might not exactly be the best business model, but hang out with enough heroes and it starts to rub off. And, anyway, it's not like she had a lot of other living options available at the moment.]

Don't you just hate uninvited house guests?

[debts]

[ You know, Kasumi, this is turning out to be a pretty good meet-cute.

Natasha arches an eyebrow, her face pulling into an expression that manages to simultaneously convey both amusement and wry agreement. ]

And they didn't even bring any wine.

[ As if on cue, that's about when Natasha springs into action — she fights smart rather than rough, and it shows in the way she aims for specific anatomical points. ]

[herewegoto]

Then there's the mess they track all over the place- hm, though that may just've been how Omega looked to start. Hard to tell.

[A woman after her own heart. A tap of her fingers, and Kasumi flickers out of view again- only to reappear behind an enemy with pistol firing. Again and again. The grenades don't exactly hurt much, either.

Suffice to say, between the pair any enemies probably don't last that long. Overall, Kasumi is pleased with her choice in investment.]

Nice down payment. Now I know I don't want to be on your bad side.