Nina Krakowiac - F - 22 - Mafia - Mention(s): dir: Caspian, Verruck, Nicholas (ind: Finntello)

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Nina looked back at the bird-man - sure enough, he had a bird with him. Nina quietly wondered how the bird-man - Fintello - had done that, exactly.

Then again, she could probably "sneak up" to said bird and just take it like Verruck had kindly implied a few minutes ago.

Nicholas' orders turned her attention from said bird - both the man and the literal bird - to Nicholas. Who had just given her orders that he probably expected to be done - and she resigned herself to probably having to do it.

While there was definitely a personal drive to avoid doing anything useful (or anything at all, really), she could recognize when she kind of had to do something. And while the avoidance to do stuff that she found pointless was rather high, she was still loyal enough to it.

Somewhat relucantly, she looked across her right shoulder at the two males, who - jeez, what idiots they really were - and strode off towards Nicholas, not really sparing a backwards glance at the two of them who seemed to be doing fine, really.

By now she'd missed her chance to splat Caspian against a wall, but maybe the chance would come next time. Maybe. Hopefully. The others wouldn't like that, though.

They really wouldn't.

Banishing the thoughts of wall, she strode towards Nicholas, silently as usual (she didn't bother making her footsteps sound like she had for Verruck), picking her way across the wreckage of the landscape like she honestly didn't care. To be fair... it wasn't like she really did.

"You think we really need more than one fire?" Those were Nina's words to Nicholas as she cast her gaze around for some sort of wood. Maybe oil would have been better, but it wasn't like they had an abundant supply of oil anymore.

To be fair, they didn't really have much things to put said oil into in the first place. But then they didn't have much oil anyway.

"I presume you want some sort of wood and makeshift kindling to burn?" Carpet, and sometimes books, did serve as some nice kindling in the absence of actual kindling, and Nina kept talking on her original thread of speech. Although carpet had to be pried off dusty floors covered in whatnot, and books were a bit scarce nowadays, so it wasn't that nice to get.

"Which one will it be, Nicholas? You go after the kindling or the wood?" Dusting her not-dusty-at-all hands on her jacket, she didn't look at Nicholas as she spoke, but more looked around for something that might qualify.

Caspian Cadogan | M | 28 | Mafia | Mentions: Verrück (dir.) Nicholas, Nina (indir.)

At the harsh sound of Nicholas’s voice ringing out across the clearing, Caspian winced. His shoulders hunkering down and crashing lightly into Verrück before he straightened his spine and threw a sharp look over his shoulder at the old man. Eyes burning with annoyance, Nicholas had interrupted their juvenile chatter, that was rude.

“We’ll probably get nothing but bones if Nicholas was the one giving out rations.” He grumbled under his breath, only securing his hold on Verrück as the other man leaned back into his side. The moment of quiet was quickly disrupted once again, but this time it was Verrück that sprung up from his side and vanished into the rubble. Leaving both him and Nina standing a little dumbfounded until his scrambled return to them with the clanging of metal sounding with each step as he siddled back up to them.

Caspian was left watching in bewilderment as Verrück instructed his dog and the creature seemed to understand completely, taking the roped bucket between his teeth and peering up at them. Clearly excited to be involved in the conversation as he peeked up at the humans surrounding them. He was going to make a comment on the little thing’s expression when he found himself being hauled up into the air. His arms flailed out to the sides as his eyes widened in surprise.

“What are you-” He cut himself off as Verrück managed to get a secure hold on his legs and Caspian stopped squirming around. Now locked in at the legs, Caspian blinked at Nina before she strutted away, leaving him in this predicament alone.

“Stream?” He mimicked Verrück with a more confused tone of voice, a half developed smile forming on his lips. Quickly, Caspian found himself needing to grip onto the fabric that covered Verrück’s shoulders in order to not send them both toppling backwards.

The more words that flooded from Verrück, the more Caspian returned to his previous smirking self. “I might just toss you in the water when we get there.” He threatened but there was not bite behind his bark as he allowed himself to be carried across the clearing, ignoring the strange looks they were receiving. At least they were entertaining themselves, this sorry lot was boring and everyone needed some wild fun in their lives. Otherwise, why was it worth living?

Nicholas Accardi / 46 / Male / Mafia / M: Verrück, Caspian, Nina (dir)