i dont want to hurt you.

I am not a killer, but if I have to, I will not hesitate.

[katyakariyeva]

I legit have to go to sleep before my mother wakes up. Night.

[katyakariyeva]

Which reminds me I need to type it up omg. Skype shitted out on me yesterday and now it wont work. 

[katyakariyeva]

You probably think you know what Katya is going to say but you dont because you actually know nothing about Angelus Marx. LAUGHS

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[enigmatic-seven]

The low growl that slipped out was a sign of her distrust, at the sight of the gun in Katya’s hand - when in reality, there was a turmoil going on inside her. It was fucking maddening in the worst way possible. Something else was telling her to trust, to put the rage at bay and get in there. That sliver of trust did grow when the gun was thrown by her feet, her eyes snapping down at the weapon. Her defensive posture remained though; tense and alert. But when Katya’s voice died down, there was a noise and her head whipped to the side and a painful surge flashed by her mind’s eye; causing that sliver of trust to completely vanish again.

That primal fury was gone in an instant from her eyes, replaced with an icy glint. Her name…? It— was of no importance. She still couldn’t bring herself to trust this woman completely, nor this place. Whatever it was. Doesn’t matter if it was a haven or not. Nothing’s safe anymore these days. She found it foolish to put stock in any hope anymore. Before she could open her mouth to snap back, demand a good reason to trust her - her muscles went completely rigid when Katya’s hand wrapped around her wrist and she was pulled in.

The blade wrapped in her vice-grip was immediately brought up as she turned back to face her with a snarl and pointed the blade at her. "Don’t touch me again." Those images in her head, they had been nothing but a jumbled mess but when she got here - they seemed to fade. Or at least that’s what it seemed to do, before she was asked of her name again. 'Well, somebody's fucking demanding.'

   —"Bring her out." A pause, before a glare. That rough hand then seized her wrist and it make her even angrier.—

"…Seven." Was the simple but harsh reply, as she took a step away from Katya and her eyes flicked about the surroundings. Oh, goody. Other people were here. They were staring at her, not curiously - but uncertain and afraid. It made her want to scoff. Seriously though, out of all the names — that one had to come to mind. Well, it was going to have to suffice either way, because her real name no longer matters. 

[katyakariyeva]

"Seven." It was almost a question, but not really. To each their own. She chose not to ask. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, but I had to get you to safety." Did she? No. She could have saved herself and left the other to die. But Andi would have hated her for it if she had. She glanced back toward the gate where Naomy was now watching the dead mill about. They'd have to wait several days before they could use that particular entrance to the settlement again, which meant that any and all survivors arriving to the island would have to go through the east side; Marx's territory. Her stomach churned and the scar on her abdomen burned at the thought of the man. She said nothing, and her face betrayed none of her thoughts. 

She sighed and nodded for Seven to follow, continuing down the narrow dirt path through the woods, taking her crossbow off her back and keeping it in her grip so that if anything were to appear in the forest, she would be ready. "I'm not supposed to tell you, but Arcadia is far from a paradise. If you're looking for relief, you won't find it here." When people said that Marx was cruel, they really had no idea. Being someone who had seen it with her own eyes, Katya knew full well what horror he was capable of and had the scars to show from it. Even though she'd never met Marx himself, his men were of such twisted and warped morality that one would think them less than human. She paused, turning her head slightly. Someone had broken a branch a yard or so behind them. She waited for a moment to listen for more sounds, to see if it was an animal. When she heard nothing, she continued on for several steps, and heard it again. Despite the warning the other had given, she once again took hold of Seven's arm and pushed her back, raising the bow to take aim.

"It's me, Kay. Lower the bow." Sonja, a pretty blonde with her hair tied back in a loose braid, stepped from the shadows, her brown eyes taking in the blood-covered woman next to Katya. She said nothing to Seven, spared only a glance and looked back up at Katya, a daunting smile on her lips. "Danica wants you. It has something to do with Andi. Your new friend can come, or she can stay with me. I promise not to dent her."

[katyakariyeva]

[katyakariyeva]

you know what. i doubt it would happen ever, but ♣

Great minds think alike

[rebellthinks]

[sokumotanaka-deactivated2018121]

Send ☭ for a vs. battle quote to your muse

Includes

Battle intro:

Victory:

Defeat:

Assist:

[redfuture-darkpast]

Send me a "♣" if you'd ship our muses

not even kidding, I will ship this shit

[katyakariyeva]

[ et voila, arcadia verse ]

[enigmatic-seven]

Just one little sound, and she’s at her toes. Like how an accented voice suddenly came out of the blue and a sliver of something dark flashed by in the cerulean hues. Something primal. Her bloodied jaw locked as her feet immediately took a step back and she brought her knife up in front of her; into a defensive stance. The only reason why her heart was hammering against her chest, was because when her eyes landed on the face of the woman who spoke the greeting - she could’ve sworn she saw the face of her most hated enemy.

    —"Fucking tell me now!" Was the order being growled out, just moments before a pain from something sharp tearing through her skin tore through out her entire right shoulder. She didn’t even scream, knowing it’d please them - teeth grinding hard enough as the scream was swallowed.—

She actually had to blink once, then twice— till that image vanished and a perfectly sculpted face was presented before her. Another rough exhale and she narrowed her eyes. "…What is this place? Who are you?" Her voice was just as cold as the air, freezing the blood on her skin.

[katyakariyeva]

"Lower the knife." it was an order, and though Katya always hated actually taking aim, the weight of the gun in her hand was comforting. "This is Arcadia. My name is Yekaterina. You can call me Katya. Now, your turn. Who are you?" She could have sworn she heard a hint of her sister's voice in the woman's. And it reminded her that this thing in front of her was human, with a heartbeat. She let out a short breath and threw the gun at the other woman's feet. "There. I put mine away. Put yours away, and I'll let you in. Hurry up. If they come and you're still outside this gate, I won't have any choice but to let them have you. Put the knife away, and tell me who you are." 

It made her feel sick, that moment of thinking she would shoot if she had to. She would prefer to help the woman, and not end her. The gun laying at her feet made her nervous, knowing that beyond these gates, there were Anastasia victims, and that they could get in and right now she was unarmed. She heard a noise nearby and let out another breath through her nose, freezing in the frigid air and turning white, and she grabbed the woman's wrist and pulled her inside the gates, closing them behind her. It was an impulsive move, probably dangerous. It could get them all killed. But she knew it was what Andi would have done, and hence it was her only real choice. Now, she turned and set her eyes on her gun, laying outside the gates. Unarmed and standing here with a woman covered in someone else's blood holding a knife, Katya took in a breath. "You can trust me, see? Now, please. Tell me your name."

[katyakariyeva]

Stuff & Things

Katya's Biography

Other Characters

Pictures

Arcadia Verse

About Arcadia

The Anastasia Virus

Arcadia RPG

[the-thiefs-daughter-deactivated]

— The pilot raised two fingers at Katya to let her know he’d seen her and went back to his work.  Jill glanced at him, then turned her attention back to Katya.  An eyebrow quirked when the Russian’s words trailed off into the ether.  Well then.  Valentine decided not to push the issue, taking note of the name Danica.  She’d hunt the woman down after getting settled.

When they stepped into Arcadia proper, the relief in Jill was nearly palpable.  The brunette’s shoulders slumped and some of the tension left her shoulders.  She looked halfway human again, and once the gate closed, Jill felt almost safe for the first time in ages.  The plane ride over had been a tense thing, quiet and sullen; after that, Katya’s presence was welcome.  Especially now that the woman seemed warmer.  "The name doesn’t ring a bell, no.  Why do you ask?"

[katyakariyeva]

A short laugh left the Russian's lips and she raised an eyebrow in answer. "Well, you could be her mirror." She took the first steps back toward camp, nodding to another woman a bit off, indicating that she was to watch the gate. She'd take Jill to see Andi and hope for the best, since so far, she quite liked her. Even though the Rogues were capable of running their own operations, Andi was to the Rogues and the Preservation both what Marx was to the Loyalists; she organized everything.

She sighed and turned left down the rocky path, heading into the thin forest nearby. "Never mind that though, you won't run into her here." Her thick accent made her words rough and warm, a quality many people she had met didn't have; she could easily set someone's anxiety to rest just with the rolling sound of her words. It could change in half a second, though, and the accent would turn as cold as Russian winter, the ice would settle in her eyes, and whoever had invoked her rage was as good as dead. In fact, they could hope for death, with her rage. However, to Jill, she showed her warmer side until the woman proved unsavory. Such was her nature.

[katyakariyeva]

TO DO

Finish posting everyone else's info (secondary characters)

Finish drabble 

[katyakariyeva]

Lost another one today. I'm sick of all this death. Sick of killing. Sick of fighting. Sick of rescuing. At the sound of a soft knock on her door frame, Andi raised her head. Katya had brought another survivor, she supposed. She gave the woman a kind smile and stood, setting down her records book and walking over, extending her hand for the woman to shake. "Welcome to Arcadia. I'm Andi. I presume Katya kept you safe on the way?"

[enigmatic-seven]

   — Blood. So much of it. Tainting her skin and clothes, all over. 

   Even though the temperature was unbelievably cold, it didn’t matter. She was already cold. On the outside — and on the inside. Emotions didn’t even exist. Just plain numbness. Like a lover with a broken heart; ready to yield to the cruel world and to disappear for good. Nothing mattered. The unfortunate thing? Her fucking pride. It was what kept her alive. She wouldn’t dare take her own life, because it’s the most cowardly way out that anyone could take and she was no coward.

  —"You’re dead. Dead to me!” A blood-curling scream rang in rhythm with the feral snarl that slipped past her lips.—

The pair of cerulean eyes were hauntingly blank, seeming to stare up ahead at nothing in particular — as the gory images continued to flash by. It wasn’t till she reached the gates of some place that seemed too good to be real, before she came back to her senses and her jaw locked tight. The grip on the knife in her hand tightened even further, knuckles turning white. How in the world did she bring herself here? Honestly, she was just following a vague instinct that was beckoning her over. A harsh breath was released and it was visible in the chilled air.

[katyakariyeva]

Bozhe moy. The gate opened and Katya eyed the woman, in shock. She'd seen bad, but this was worse. She wasn't sure whether to welcome the woman or take out her gun. There were a few moments she spent just breathing. Mostr of the blood, it appeared, wasn't the woman's own. But whose? Finally instinct won over. She would take the woman to Andi and see what she thought. Keeping a hand over her gun, eyeing the woman's knife, Katya held out her other hand. "Privet." 

She'd never gotten used to English greetings, not was she going to bother herself with them. The Russian version was so much warmer, firey. It sounded more like a proper welcome. Her brows furrowed, and inside her, she felt something stir in her heart. This woman, it seemed, had been to hell and back, and something had happened to her to bring her back to a feral way of life, a state that Katya had only seen in the few who actually returned from being interrogated by Marx and his men.

Her own breath chilled and froze in the air, and she didn't make an attempt to smile, instead trying to show the woman that she wasn't aiming to harm her. But wouldn't hesitate. Especially if she tried to harm anyone in the compound.