15475/Spies And Sharks

Spies And Sharks
Date of Scene:	27 July 2023
Location:	Roof Landing: Triskelion
Synopsis:	Natasha and Yelena talk about pockets.
Cast of Characters:	Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova

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Natasha Romanoff has posed:
There's a Quinjet flying in to land from the Hellicarrier. A group of agents are coming off post mission. An extraction for an operative in Russia that went rather chaotically. And the entire way back has been the American members of the team making 'In Soviet Russia' jokes until a variety of nerve pinches and blunt force concussions had resolved it.
    So now, the two Russian 'Widows' on said operation are disembarking.

Yelena Belova has posed:
Yelena is dressed in her white leathers, with her vest of many pockets atop. Blonde hair is a little messy with tendrils framing her face, with the rest pulled back in a french braid. She walks purposefully, a hint of a smirk upon her face as she leaves the 'destruction' behind her.

"You know, some of them were sort of funny," is murmured. "Not to tell them that, however."

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha Romanoff would have her arms over her hips, "Oh, of course. Make sure to save teh good ones for later and unleash them when is most appropriate." Natasha trusts Yelena's judgement when it comes to total scheming, after all. "And I think that thing has grown more pockets. Have you started to take up sewing?"

Natasha had learned to sew as a way of patching up injuries.

Yelena Belova has posed:
There is a particular bounce in Yelena's step as she deplanes completely, looking back over her shoulder for the walking wounded. There'll be no complaints, she's certain. After all, isn't in the regulations not to poke the Black Widow? Well, it now goes double!

"It did, thank you for noticing," is quipped in return, her manner and mien upbeat. "You like it? You know, I could find something like it for you. It would be no problem." Yelena barks a laugh, "Sewing, I can do. Cooking? No.." and she shakes her head, "I am the worst."

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha Romanoff would shake her head, "No, that's fine. I'm glad that you appreciate. Just remember which pocket you put things in. If you're going to have all of the pouches filled, you have to remember. It would be very undignified if you go to try and grab at the one with your ID and find that it's the one that you keep the treats for the bear you have in your room. Do you think in a fight it will stop if you have to remember which one has your car keys for your getaway vehicle and you have to pause to tell them to wait a few minutes?"

Yelena Belova has posed:
Yelena's smile grows, and she speeds up to walk backwards in front of her sestra. "Then I improvise. I can make beat treat a weapon." That's the name of the game, right?

Slowing, Yelena spins around again, slowing so she can fall into step once more, "It would be embarrassing, but can you imagine that you could get a couple of moments more because your target is more confused that you are?"

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha Romanoff would look over at Yelena in judgement, "I would simply just make sure that my target was dead before those couple seconds were needed. Time they have to be confused is time that you're not having spent killing them!"

Yelena Belova has posed:
"Half the fun is the look on their face," Yelena's tones are still light and lilting. "You should relax," there's a quick glance with that grin, "and have a little more fun."