Owner	Pose
Dmitri Pushkin	It's a beautiful day in sunny metropolis. The skies are clear and a thick white blanket of snow covers in every direction. The world is seemingly at peace as a sense of normalcy sweeps across the land.      Cars line up backed bumper to bumper waiting in the streets for traffic to begin to move as it seems that at one of the many crosswalks a small fender bender has police attempting to dislodge two vehicles from one another in the middle of the intersection with a large wrecker and the jaws of life.      Meanwhile at The Hall of Justice. Dmitri Pushkin prepares himself for his toughest battle yet! He slides on one glove and then another with a sense of purpose and determination as he looks down towards himself prepairing his uniform for battle. His eyes narrow firm onto the doorway as he shoves his feet into one boot at a time doing up the laces in a matter of seconds with a level of military precision.      He narrows his eyes further on the door as he runs forward grabbing his chosen impliment of destruction throwing out the doors of the Hall in order to face his insurmountable foe: Snow!      Dmitri drives his shovel into the ground hitting against the sidewalk with a light katink. He pushes it forward collecting snow before throwing it over his shoulder and out from the way of the path.      He's dressed in his Rocket Red Brigade uniform with a look of determination across his face as he proceeds to shovel the walkways with grit, gumption, and determination. A number of fuzzy furry bits have been attached to his uniform to make it just that little bit more warm, perfect for the harshest of siberian winters if not a little overkill for the balmy 20F that it is currently outside.
Singularity	It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood, a beautiful day. There is a flicker of blue up in the air. Then another. Then another as a rapid series of -plinks- would fill the air. There's the sound of childish glee over as there's someone suddenly appearing over on the roof - or at least the closest thing over to it as she would hover up in midair, looking around the area with glee. THen there would be another flicker as she would go to pop on down over a few meters away from Dmitri. Going to wave a hand at him to make sure that he was aware of her, the noise having been an indication she was coming so as to not startle him or make him register her as a threat. There would just be the girl that was entirely star-forged hovering several meters away, going to wiggle her fingers, "Hello!" she would chime very merrily.
Dmitri Pushkin	"Hello comrade." Dmitri chimes in a friendly voice as he proceeds to continue his shoveling of the walkways. There's a jaunty tune in his step as he walks along looking out over his surroundings as he takes in just how much work that there's still left to be done. He lets out a low sigh looking towards the ground.      "Today is good day." He offers the figure with a bright smile audible on his lips as he takes another shovel full and tosses it to the side of the walk. He humms to himself as he works along just taking in stride that there's a teleporter enjoying the midday snowfall.      "Snow, sun and fun all in one day." He offers her before letting out a deep belly laugh. "Not as much snow as we had at home but good enough!"
Singularity	Singularity has made sure to announce herself and her presence coming forwards, landing with a 'chirp' as she would do so and hover, "Hello! You appear to be enjoying yourself. I have just met you so I do not think that I am a comrade." Her aware that was a term of.. Alliance, respect.. She had no real justification for having earned it while just staying several feet away from him so as to not getin the way. "It is lovely to meet you! And it is nice to have the sky so clear! It has not been this way in awhile."
Dmitri Pushkin	Dmitri lets out a low phibit sound with his lips that is broadcast over his suits speaker where the mouth is. "Everyone is comrade, you are comrade I am comrade, Aquaman is comrade, everyone is being comrade." He lets out another low belly laugh before sliding his way through more snow with care looking back up with that visor of his with the single red line sweeping back and fourth across it.      He leans hard against the shovel pressing his full weight against it as he turns to look at her using the angle of his lean to avoid putting so much pressure on it that it would break entirely. "I am having fantastic time. There is a great love in my heart for the snows of winter, the sights the sounds the birds."
Singularity	Singularity would nod! "That makes sense. I did not know that! is it okay for me to call you comrade then?" Not sure exactly on what all of the etiquette was, so making sure to ask very politely to ensure that she was not out of line.     "The winter can be nice. Not everyone can like it. I enjoy it when it is clear and bright like it is now!" A dmittedly the girl has has no remote issues with temperatures no matter how extreme might not be the best one to have that opinion
Dmitri Pushkin	"Da, you can call me Comrade Pushkin" He pauses for a moment before grabbing back the shovel and spinning it around in his hand before shoveling off another fresh load of snow from the walkway. Already he's managed to successfully clear off about half of the walkway.      "Origionally I am hailing from place of Moscow in Russian Federation, is very cold there in winter, is making this place to be looking as summer home." He lets out another deep belly laugh before shoveling away yet more snow with a wistful remembrance to his voice.
Singularity	Singularity would nod enthusiastically as she would listen to Dmitri, going to teleport along to the side to make sure she was not in the way, hovering a few inches up above the ground and the snow along the pathway. "I have never been to a Moscow before! I should go to one someday."     'A' Moscow might be somewhat strange in reference. "I can imagine that it is much colder than here."
Dmitri Pushkin	"Da, if you are winting the cold weather I would be recomending Siberia." He gives a firm and hearty nod of his head. "It is being cold around siberia all year round, even in summer." He seems a jolly enough fellow as he speaks looking off far into the distance.      "It is not easy to be so far from home, even if I still visit from one time to another." He lets out a low sigh before shoring back up his shoulders. "But it is good to be in new place, experience new things, live a new life."
Singularity	Singularity would chirp, "I do not mind the cold weather." The girl who had no issues with vacuum and push come tos hove probably would have no issues with zero degrees Kelvin would assure Dmitri. "I am glad that you are able to get home! New experiences are wonderful, but there is nowhere like home so long as you have where you feel it is to return to." Home is an emotional attachment, not necessarily a literal one.
Dmitri Pushkin	"Sometimes I would argue about being able to go home." He shrugs his shoulders lightly thinking about it. "I can go home, but never really home if that is making sense." He chuckles under his breath shaking his head. "There was great nation when I was child, a nation made of nations the CCCP, with a dream of unity of peoples great and small." He lets out a low sigh. "It is long gone now, but it was... also home."
Singularity	Singularity would nod, "It does." She would listen over. "Then you will always have your memories ofw hat it was and the people and places you had there. So those will never goaway and it will never be gone." She would offer reassuringly in the ways a child might