Owner	Pose
Sarah Rainmaker	It had been one of the stranger sorts of briefings that Nikolas had likely received. The Soviets had, like numerous groups in the west, attempted to make super soldiers in a variety of ways. And also attempted to make empowered animals and uplifted ones that could fight for them. This one..     Niko had been sent into the Bronx. He had been given a picture of a large bear, a species native to Russia. Wearing a hammer and sickle cap and a set of collar stripes identifying him as a high ranking member of the old Soviet intelligence bureaus.     Meet KGBear.
Nikolas Kamarov	Oddly enough, not the first man bear Russian agent that Niko knows, but usually it's a human who turns into a bear, not a bear who acts like a human. He'll go to the area required of him though.
Sarah Rainmaker	The bear reeks heavily of vodka upon approach. It is definitely a bear that acts like a human. Admittedly a very, very big bear. But not quite like Ursa Major. The bear has also managed to somehow get a large keg with it.     it's.. Probably not thes trangest thing that Nikolas had been sent to do in the city. Admittedly 'find bear' and 'sober bear up' might be one of teh weirder assignments.
Nikolas Kamarov	Niko walk over to said bear, then reaches up to scratch his head a bit. "...soooo..." he says after a moment. "You are...a bear. With vodka." He just feels he needs to get that out of the way.
Sarah Rainmaker	The bear would go to speak slurredly, "Da, da I am komrade!" The rather large hammer and sickle hat being at an angle where it should clearly fall off but not quite, the bear going to tkae up a furry hand to press it back into place. "Would you care to join me?" Very polite for a drunken bear made by soviet mad (by mad we mean drunk) science.
Nikolas Kamarov	"....why not?" Niko says, shrugging as he walks over to join the bear. Must be good vodka if it's enough to get a bear blitzed, after all.
Sarah Rainmaker	The large bear would make a maneuver of passing over the keg. It was a very,v ery big keg. And the bear had chugged a great deal. An impressive deal. Even for a Russian bear uplifted by the SUPER SCIENCE OF THE PROLETARIAT.     "how fares the war against the burgeous and capitalist pigs?"
Nikolas Kamarov	Niko hefts the keg, angling it, then tipping it back to have a long series of swallows as it pours out, before lower it again, letting out a 'pah!' of enjoyment. "Hell if I know. No one tells me anything." Niko admits. "Also the Soviet order fell a while back, so I'm not sure if we're doing that anymore or not."
Sarah Rainmaker	The bear would look over at Nikolas, aghast, "So long as the spirit of the worker is strong, then the Soviets shall reign supreme! We shall overthrow the capitalist hierarchy and bring about a true wroker soviet paradise! It is what Lenin has told us would be true!"
Nikolas Kamarov	"Da, da, of course." Niko is darkly amused that half of the Russian agents he works with still call him comrade. But then, it's not like he has any fond memories of the USSR. Only servitude. "So what did you bring me here to discuss?"
Sarah Rainmaker	The bear would shudder, "I tcannot be! Stalin would not have abandoned us! It cannot be! We shall overthrow the capitalist oppressors!" The large bear is sobbing now. The ground quaking as he would let the keg drop. Apparently Nikolas had been sent in to cajole the extremely drunken beast to come back home.     Why was he always stuck with such unbearable things?
Nikolas Kamarov	Niko sighs and rubs his face. "That may be, but for that to work, of course...we would need you back in Russia." he offers as his opening argument. This is all he needs, a drunken maudlin bear...
Sarah Rainmaker	The bear would be sobbing, "Why have you forsaken us, Comrade Stalin!? Why! We waited for you to return and lead the armies of workers against the corporate oppressors to bring about the utopia of the proletariat for which we have toiled! Why have you forsaken us!" Blubbering badly. Drunk. Reaching down to try and drag up Nikolas to sob against. Which may hurt.
Nikolas Kamarov	Nikolas erks. Well, it's probably not great for Niko's clothes...at least he's a bit more sturdy than most beyond that. "Ah...there there...bear bear..." he says, awkwardly patting the bear. "Stalin may be gone, but you can still, ah, bring about Lenin's vision?"
Sarah Rainmaker	The bear would sob a few moer times, "Comrade Lenin told us we must purge the stepps clear of them! For Glorious MOther Russia!" Wait, where did that echoing reverb and refrain come from? And why was there perhaps almost a sort of psychic vibe to stand over at attention while the Soviet National Anthem played?
Yara Flor	To be honest, Yara wasn't sure what she was going to do with her evening, but watching a drunken bear bemoan the fate of the Soviets wasn't anywhere on the list. She's been standing there, just /staring/ at KGBear and Nikolas talk. She's at a loss as to what to do. It's not like the bear is /mauling/ anybody.     And now it's crying. This is probably the saddest thing she's seen since she came to New York. "Um. Hello," she says to them. "Bear. Not-bear. What is going on?"
Nikolas Kamarov	Niko has to vigorously prevent himself from snapping to attention. That's fairly easy to do when you're being held up by a bear, admittedly. Not exactly the best posture to begin with. "Ah..."?     And nwo there's someone else here, as Niko peers over at Yara. "...this is a very long story." he begins. "...so I'm not going to bother. Bear needs to go home to Russia, am trying to convince him to go home. He is...very drunk." Pause. "And Soviet."
Sarah Rainmaker	The bear would continue to sob, "We cannot fail the memory of Comrade Stalin and Comrade Lenin! In their glory we shall purge the beacon of capitalist oppression against the working class and begin the grand uprising of the PRoletariat! Come, Comrades! We shall make them choke upon their own wads of fat!" KGBear would go to stand proudly, Niko held tight in claw but somehow not crushed, as the Soviet National Anthem would play.     In the distance, the bear's eyes would settle on a McDonalds.
Yara Flor	Yara winces. Great. Talking. Not exactly her strongest suit. "Uh, look, bear. I don't know how you found yourself here in this capitalist hellscape, but you're probably better off in Russia, right?" She offers hopefully. "You can help... people rise up and, uh... shake off the yoke of oppression and... uh... return Russia to it's former soviet.... glory?" Look. She's trying, okay?
Nikolas Kamarov	Niko seems generally okay with being dangled in the bear's grasp. "Da, is much better there. Many Communist comrades to support you and...ah...' He's following the bear's gaze over towards the McDonald's. "...bylat." He sighs deeply.
Sarah Rainmaker	The bear would let out a roar, "FOR THE GLORY OF THE GREATER SOVIETS! WE SHALL LIBERATE THE BASTION OF BOURGEOUS OPPRESSION!" Somehow having managed to, in a drunken stupor, field an appropriateply paw sized Kalashnikov rifle would go to take a large swig of the vokda keg, "GLORY OR DEATH!" Then with Nikolas perhaps still caught up in the furry arm, the bear would go to attempt to charge McDonalds.
Yara Flor	"Okay, nope!" Yara says as the drunken bear goes to charge at the McDonalds. "Not going to have an angry drunk Soviet bear run amok inside a McDonalds." She charges the bear herself, spreads her arms wide and prepares to grapple with him. Good thing she's a demigod or this just might spell the end of her.
Nikolas Kamarov	"Where the hell did you get an AK that size?!?" This is Niko's complaint as he's carried along in a headlong charge in a Yara-ly direction, before his eyes shimmer with a cold silvery light, and he drops, digging in his feet as he grabs hold of one of the bear's arms. "
Sarah Rainmaker	The bear, wrought by mad (we mean horribly drunk) soviet super-science would meet the empowered amazon demigoddess as it would charge! It's breath reeking of vodka, the scent alone almost capable of making one completely sloshed. Giant hat with hammer and sickle nearly tumbling off, yet staying on. Large rifle somehow fitting exactly to an oversized paw being swung forwards. Then there would be a KLONK.     As Nikolas' sudden glow of silvery light and pull on the arm would yank the bear off balance.. And it's face would hit the ground HARD right on the jaw. And it would look dazed.
Yara Flor	Yara takes the opportunity of bear's dazed state to get a facelock on it. After a bit of positioning, she heaves up, inverting the bear up over her head, and then drops him into a vertical suplex behind her. She scrambles around to sit on his prone form to try to keep him from getting up.     Looking up, Yara puts her fingers to her mouth and lets out a shrill whistle. "Jerry! To me!"
Nikolas Kamarov	Niko sees what coming and....just totally abandons his Soviet comrade, letting go and just watching as he goes up, the smaller woman easily hefting him, before the ground shakes with the impact, wincing slightly. "That looked painful." he comments, eyeing Yara. Well. She's obviously more than she appears. That silvery shimmer is gone from his eyes now as he watches the pin, resisting the temptation to count down the pin as he looks around for this "Jerry."
Sarah Rainmaker	As there's a mention of 'Jerry' there's a small grey and white cat standing up on it's hind legs snapping over to attention, going to press white paws together in a 'hee hee hee' expression before looking forlorn.     The bear is suplexed over HARD into the ground and dazed. Then.. Starting to snore.
Yara Flor	There's a whinny in the air, and if one were to look there's a pegasus flying down to meet them, all saddled up. Coiled on one side of the saddle are Yara's golden bolas, which she starts to reach for, but stops herself when the bear starts snoring.     "Guess I won't need those," she says, getting off the animal. She gets up and gathers Jerry's nose in her hands and gives it an affectionate rub. "I owe you a sugar cube."
Nikolas Kamarov	Niko raises a brow, looking over the flying horse. "Huh. Well." He sighs and rubs his neck idly. "Sorry about this. I can take care of him from here." He studies Yara thoughtfully. "I am Nikolas. Nikolas Kamarov." He offers a slightly crumple card from one of his pockets. "I work for the Russian embassy here. Thank you for your help, miss...?"
Sarah Rainmaker	the bear is snoring, somehow in it's unconscious state having managed to drag the giant keg over from which had started this whoel nonsense in the first place. And now Nikolas would be faced with the problem.. How did one manage to roll a giant drunken bear back to the embassy?
Yara Flor	"Yara. Yara Flor," she says taking Niko's hand in a strong grip. "Glad to help. I /guess/ I'll leave it in your hands, then." She shakes her head. "I wouldn't know what to do with a drunken bear anyway."
Nikolas Kamarov	Niko hehs. "Sounds like the beginning of a sea shanty, da." he says, looking amused as he returns the grip. "Miss Flor. Perhaps I will see you when there is not a drunken bear involved next time." There's a faint shimmer around him as he kneels down, then gets an arm under KGBear, scooping him up over one shoulder as he hefts him, grunting faintly as he gets him positioned and balanced enough to carry, without much strain showing on him as he does. "Thank you again. I owe you a drink, at the least!" He reaches down to scoop up the oversized machine gun, shifting the bear slightly to hide it underneath, then starts carrying him off in a that-erly direction, roughly towards the Russian embassy.