Nadiya Sergievsky is dating the enemy (hopefulfuture) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2012-02-26 18:07:00 |
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Who: Nadiya Sergievsky (Narrative but someone really ought to find her)
What: Getting mini exploded accidently by your girlfriend. Thanks, Loki!
When: About a half hour or so after Loki hypnotizes Lucy to build a bomb and place it in the kitchen.
Where: Kitchen in the Complex
Warning: Explosion-y things.
Despite the strangeness of being twenty years in the past, Nadiya was pretty content. Oh, she was worried about her parents, worried about the Rat King. But for the most part, she was okay. She knew that this time was dangerous, but she hadn't really experienced anything. There were whispers of things that had happened. Bodies found on the steps of the complex. The Devil trolling the boards. After Troy's idiocy, though, she really hadn't bothered with the boards and instead was spending time with the younger versions of her parents or seeing her sisters when they were near her age, teaching Emily chess, spending time with Lucy. Which of course meant she missed the latest news on who to filter against, or notice that her girlfriend was talking to said person.
Having decided that she wanted something that wasn't in the apartment she was staying in with her parents, Nadiya made her way down to the complex kitchen, having heard that there were a variety of different foods. After all, it wasn't like she lived in the complex in the future. But no matter. Given her sisters were all little here and the dangers of this time, it made sense why the Russians were still there. Not to mention apparently not at a wonderful spot in their relationship. For all purposes, her parents seemed normal, worried about Molokov but something was troubling Nadiya, something she couldn't place her finger on. She just hoped that maybe she could help her parents reconnect on some level. She knew that they weren't supposed to interfere with time here, but she hated that her mother was so distant and closed off. That her father was more withdrawn. It had started when Molokov showed up. She knew they could pretend that things were fine but she also saw when they didn't think anyone was looking. She had to help them. She just had to. She didn't know how long she was going to be here for, but she would help them. She was determined.
Making her way into the kitchen, Nadiya had no idea that this was probably one of her worse ideas. After all. What could possibly go wrong when one was getting something from the kitchen? After all, it was a kitchen. Looking through the cabinets, the sixteen year old scrunched up her nose. So far, nothing interested her. But she really did want something to snack on. Which left the refrigerator. As she opened the door, the blond blinked as she heard what sounded like ticking.
"What the--"
And then the explosion. It wasn't anything that would kill someone, thankfully. Because Nadiya really didn't want to die in the past. She actually didn't want to die at all. Not until she lived an actual life because sixteen? So not the age to die if one could avoid it. Even so, the blast sent Nadiya flying into the opposite wall with a startled yell before she hit her head on the corner of the wall and fell to the ground, cut up from shrapnel, one which got lodged in her shoulder, food and drink all exploded on the walls and surrounding area. Blinking in confusion, she tried to get up but a wave of pain and dizziness hit before she whimpered and fell unconscious. So much for getting a snack.