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[Color=silver][b]Location:[/b][/color] Tauranga Port
[Color=silver][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] Origami, The Team
[color=silver][b]Mentions:[/b][/color]Daphne, Zach, Pei[hr] 

For Viktor, it felt like an entire journey from the moment the pre-mission brief ended to appearing in the unfamiliar hangar. Having more time to prepare for this mission, told him that there was little room for error and just how invested the Justice League was concerning Gala Nemesis. The outfits alone, and the speed at which they were designed and delivered, were breakneck, even with his handful of errors when it came to design choice. Though his privilege to choose was removed from him, Black Canary leaned into his preference while adding a few pinches of flavor that would help discern him from his Rain persona. 

[i][color=silver]“This is somewhat acceptable, but what’s with this visor? And the shoulderpads? It seems excessive.”[/color]

[color=slateblue]“Flair, Viktor, flair. Wear it and… at least change the accent.”[/color]

[color=silver]“I don’t have an accent.”[/color]

[color=slateblue]“Add one then. I’m sure you used to talk like all the other Gotham at one point. Just channel that.”[/color][/i]

Viktor and Zach had been paired together, and though he might have preferred Daphne for his own selfish reasons, he believed himself and Zach were one of the best pairs on the team. It was also a good opportunity for the two to work together after their reconciliation. However, with all the positives aside, the idea of this mission left a small pit in his stomach. He never thought it would bother him to transform himself into someone close to who he had been before. [color=silver][i]It’s not a relapse. I’m just playing a role. Acting… Like when Pei and I went to Coast City.[/i][/color]

With a few steps forward, wearing his new persona, Viktor placed himself between the others and Origami, sizing her up beneath his mask, which displayed a red digital impression similar to [color=crimson][¬_¬][/color] of being unimpressed before lowering himself into a slav squat.

[color=crimson]“So dis is folded paper girl we need for mission.”[/color] His accent came out thick, and his voice carried through the hangar as if he had spoken this way his entire life. His head tilted up at her, while his visor maintained the same stoic emotional display. [color=crimson]“She is tall… but looks easy to break. Good thing we have bodyguards, yes? [¬‿¬]”[/color] A hard-to-hear guttural laugh escaped him. Despite the show he was putting on, Origami wasn’t the only one making an analysis.

Viktor was no longer Viktor, Rain, Rainman, or Perun Ironclad. He was a sadistic Slavic mercenary for hire who rarely took clean jobs. This job was an outlier, but it paid well enough that he could keep his arsenal holstered until the opportunity arose. Today he was…

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