After the battle at the beach, Anya had taken a small infantry of knights back to the city... because she wasn't sure what else to do with them. Should she give them a place to rest? Did they need food? Certainly everyone was getting rather tired and hungry after all of... that. Even if she could not yet figure out how to describe what that was. Still, she had been able to make it back to the dragon that had brought all of Team Tarzan back, Anya's hands outstretched to the great, beautiful beast that enchanted her beyond words.
For a few moments, it's quiet. She listens to the shuffling of suits of armor, the confused rattling of her monkey friend that had come along. She ponders over her own state of dress worthy of a video game character, though she lacks the fancy hat. Would she get to keep this armor? Maybe she should consider it for a possible idol venture. Again, she thinks about what to feed everyone. Would Mama be okay having company over? Her thoughts are idle, simple, don't yet delve deeper into the implications of everything they'd experienced. For now, she let the peace reign.
Until it's not quiet or peaceful at all anymore.
When Yuri's voice registers, her head turns in the direction that it comes from automatically, gaze openly searching as if she couldn't believe she'd let herself rest before finding him.
Then she's running.
The knights rattle in confusion, holding onto the rifle, machete, and sword that she leaves with them as if she can't bear having anything weigh her down. Her feet can't take her to him fast enough as her arms open automatically and she reaches out, yelling back:]
Yuratchka....! Yuratchka Yuratchka Yuratchka!
[With nothing but delight, absolute endless delight, as if they hadn't spent the last few hours - weeks? - fighting for their lives.]
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After the battle at the beach, Anya had taken a small infantry of knights back to the city... because she wasn't sure what else to do with them. Should she give them a place to rest? Did they need food? Certainly everyone was getting rather tired and hungry after all of... that. Even if she could not yet figure out how to describe what that was. Still, she had been able to make it back to the dragon that had brought all of Team Tarzan back, Anya's hands outstretched to the great, beautiful beast that enchanted her beyond words.
For a few moments, it's quiet. She listens to the shuffling of suits of armor, the confused rattling of her monkey friend that had come along. She ponders over her own state of dress worthy of a video game character, though she lacks the fancy hat. Would she get to keep this armor? Maybe she should consider it for a possible idol venture. Again, she thinks about what to feed everyone. Would Mama be okay having company over? Her thoughts are idle, simple, don't yet delve deeper into the implications of everything they'd experienced. For now, she let the peace reign.
Until it's not quiet or peaceful at all anymore.
When Yuri's voice registers, her head turns in the direction that it comes from automatically, gaze openly searching as if she couldn't believe she'd let herself rest before finding him.
Then she's running.
The knights rattle in confusion, holding onto the rifle, machete, and sword that she leaves with them as if she can't bear having anything weigh her down. Her feet can't take her to him fast enough as her arms open automatically and she reaches out, yelling back:]
Yuratchka....! Yuratchka Yuratchka Yuratchka!
[With nothing but delight, absolute endless delight, as if they hadn't spent the last few hours - weeks? - fighting for their lives.]