Gods Have A Strange Sense of Humour (Natalya A.)

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He seemed to find himself around the Western Sector a lot lately. The party, Ivan Braginsky, the job at Il Lupo, and now at the Neutheater. He wasn't sure why he continuously came to this Sector, maybe perhaps the sheer difference of environment? Whatever the reason, he was here again.

He lounged around the entrance of the Neutheater, amazed by the grandiose building. It was times like these when he wished he had money to spend to attend shows like these. He was always someone who held great interest towards the arts. He made his way into the theater, in awe of the intricate designs and layout. It really was quite a beautiful theater. He was too caught up in the architectural design to notice someone waving and calling at him. A tap on the shoulder brought him back to his senses.

Displeased to have been bothered, he sent a particularly hateful look at the person who tapped his shoulder. He then found himself being pulled along by his wrist into a dressing / waiting room and then told to wait there. What the fuck was going on. He stood up to leave, gravely annoyed at the turn of events, when the door opened to reveal a mirror image of himself, only female.

Well, fuck. Was she his genderbent self? Ivan's younger sister?

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Today supposed to be another show, and she couldn't help but feel restless. The last performance there had been a ghost haunting her and she couldn't help but wonder if it really was a ghost. If it wasn't a ghost then she wanted to meet this person. She wanted to see him and talk to him. She wanted to know why someone was able to look like her brother when he was supposed to be dead. There was nothing left of her family but old memories in the back of her mind. But if there was the possibility that everything she was a lie; the lie of her beloved brother hadn't been killed off in some useless war and her family had simply been waiting for her. But Natalya was more realistic to believe such things. Life was far from happy endings and pleasant surprises. Even so, if that wasn't a ghost but a person then other people would see him. And so she requested if a man that looked similar to her was seen that he be brought to her dressing room. If that person wasn't a ghost, then she wanted to be face to face with him.

So when someone knocked before show time, she was surprised. But the man brought to her wasn't someone from her past. Her brother was a large broad man. He was someone who was intimidating look but kind and gentle. This man was nothing like him. He was tall and lanky. He looked like a delicate man and her brother was not like that. While he had features that could have been considered similar to hers, Natalya didn't see any reason why he should have been brought to her room.

She turned around from the mirror and started at the unknown man with a very bored look. "Is there something you want?"

[/b] she asked rather annoyed. She couldn't see why he was here since he wasn't her brother. He wasn't close to Ivan, meaning him essentially useless. "If not, please leave."[/b]
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