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[color=mediumslateblue]"I suppose I must be indulging summer vibes, now."[/color]

[color=dimgray]— Ninochka Nikiforov, Dark Winter[/color]

[hider=Nina][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5656672]Ninochka Nikiforov[/url]
Max MP: 70 Current MP: 70
Casting: N/A

Gear: Goggles (Inactive) Monster Tracker (Inactive) Food (4) Kevlar (4) Pistol (4) Medical Supplies (4)

Leveraging: N/A[/hider][/center]

Nina's eyes drifted lazily from one member of the group of Mavericks to the next. What a warm bunch of rays of sunshine they all were. Perhaps she would fit in alright, after all. While the girls discussed, some more seriously than others, the possibility of 'charming' the shark man, not one of their eyes turned towards her with the expectation that [i]she[/i] would be the one doing the charming. That was a pleasant surprise. She allowed herself a little bit of a self-satisfied smile as they all walked to Ceasar Beach together.

Nina trailed behind the others, bringing up the rear. She moved like every ounce of her energy was too precious to waste keeping up with the rest of the world. Perhaps it was no surprise, then, that when they arrived, the food was what Nina gravitated to immediately. Squishy hardly even had time to give her that stern look of warning before Nina had already filled her hands with a selection of grilled fish skewers and egg sandwiches. [color=mediumslateblue]"These fruit are geneticly modifie, definitely,"[/color] she decided, but took one anyway. She sat near Alice, but kept a close eye on her allies.

If negotiation was the goal, Silky was the girl for the job. Heading on over with them would likely just anger Squishy and create chaos. If her partaking of the food was going to cause an argument, it'd be better for Squishy to come over here to give her that lecture. Listening in, she mused that their group was not, in fact, "capable" as Silky said of dealing with cultists—not with this current state of affairs, at any rate. She continued to eavesdrop from what some might consider an impressive distance, given the level of noise and number of conversations going on around her. Beach balls flew here and there, but Nina's focus remained on her food. The look in her starry eyes as she sank her fangs into one of the grilled fish appeared positively delighted—not an ounce of care in the world, nor much fear of poison, it would seem.

Eventually, however, the "beachy fury" would come for her, too. As the beach ball overshot Alice and flew towards Nina, one of her hands instantly shot out to deflect it with extreme prejudice, nearly sending it rocketing towards Alice in the process. It was a near miss. Nina blinked, and swallowed her mouthful of fish. [color=mediumslateblue]"Soory. Is reflex,"[/color] she said, the intensity in her eyes gradually waning. [color=mediumslateblue]"Fish?"[/color] She offered her a skewer in lieu of an olive branch.