[h2] [centre] [color=f6989d]Marinalia (Romus) Olympus[/color] [/centre] [/h2] 
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[h2] [centre] [color=6ecff6]Victoria [i]Darya[/i] Romus[/color][/centre]  [/h2] 
[color=c4df9b][h3] [centre]Centre Point . Public Party . Firday evening [/centre] [/h3]
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Marinalia smiled and nodded, though most of thr stuff here was free some of the stalls where charging alongside the free public stalls, a miz of everything from hot Choclate to food and mulled wine.

Looking over to the woman, protesting over the hot chocolate with the cute dog and lowering self down to stroke the dog behind the ears and give it a little tickle. Marinalia had grown to like dogs after getting used to Fluffy, Marlas part wolf, part dog and rather large. Somewhat biased to females for a reason no one was yet to explain. Softening her English accent, dogs where often alot nicer than humans. 

[i][color=f6989d], your a good girl Mocha.  [/color][/i]

Standing back up, mocha was pretty cute, and adorable in Christmas stuff. 

[i][color=f6989d] you sure. I don't n t mind paying. Made you drop it. 

She s a nice girl, rather adorable.  Names Marinalia Olympus., Im glad I did not ruin your dress anyway! 

My aunts, Fluffy is alot bigger, Wolf Hybrid. Abit of handful but a very loyal protector. 
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Ordering a replacement drink for her and Victoria she turned and saw Victoria with...  Vesarian.... At last, Victoria said he had missed her lunch date. Spotting thr same thugs wandering about. There seemed to be at least 3 of them. 

Cursing to her self. Why was it always damned muscle bound idiots, least Victoria's date seemed to have arrived, he seemed rather dapper and certainly a decent catch in the cities pond.  

Seeing him walk by, she decided to add a comment, if thr perfect possww was about to send its thugs about, she could always leave them a message, with a very clipped English accent, though devoid of threat. 

[i][color=f6989d] if you work for those Perfect Posse fools, please tell miss Olympus sends her regards. I do belive they managed to settle there issues... Eventually...  [/color][/i]


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Victoria smiled spotting Milo head over and hugged him happily, the internal battle of worries, and pains that she had been stood up managed to vanish as other conflicts arose and several other doubts about things. She gave the impression as the confident lady de winter, but Vika had alot more doubts hidden deep down. What if he got tired of a crippled woman, what of he wanted someone who could dance better or walk longer. What if he wanted someone normal? 

[i][color=6ecff6]hey. You made it! Had me worried for abit I was gonna have to fill up on a nacho hat like deapicable me...  Meet my... [/color][/i]

As Victoria turned, her 1930,s vintage style dress glittering in thr light of the party, and a long fur coat in white belending dangerously well with her skin tone. The taller man turned and gave him a once over, stood in a naval style coat with a captains bars, and heavy duty pair of boots still having not changed from leaving the ship after the ATF raid, with a look of a man who weathered many a storm prematurely aging him. Add stress and the greys mad whim look dignified, if not peaved as they contrasted rather sharply with his short dark hair. 

With a British Accent tinged with Russian, eyes grey very much identical to Marinalia and Victoria but cold as a polar storm. 

[i][color=bc8dbf]Captain, Vesarian Romus...

It seems I was the one interrupting my daughters date.. You know the standard... Hurt her. Etx etc... 

Дон, позволь мне испортить тебе вечер Vika, твоя единственная молодая [/color][/i]

Saying the name with a defined weight to the surname. Both being perfectly fluent in Russian was handy, he seemed alright and Marinalia already had told him, but it did not hurt to make ones position clear. 

Victoria smiled as his voice softened slightly to the end, Russian of all things, Milo must be pretty confused. He be well trained though she thought jokingly. Happily standing on tip toes and just about managing a peck on the cheek of Milo. With a clear fact she could get away with anything and daddy's little girl luxury that never went away even when your a adult. 

[i][color=6ecff6]Milo is a good egg, I can look after myself dad... Anyway I can wreck more damage with a laptop and WiFi. 

Nice suit handsome, long as things go better than Sunday!  [/color][/i]

Vesarian shrugged and laughed slighty, there where some things you could not argue against and wives and daughters where two of those, there was no arguing with Victoria and Marilania once they made up there minds on somthing. 

[i][color=bc8dbf] da, Vika. I captain a ship, and you tell me what to do.... So is the way... 

Milo. Enjoy, Vika, well. She chooses well, so have fun, your only young once.
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