The Vanguardians were led into the Palace, escorted by the Royal Guard...
"привет..."
Ozzy glanced back over his shoulder, a tall, lean redhead stepping to catch up with his pace.
"...личный имя Nadia..." the fluent dialect flowed from her tongue. "...сокр говорить русский?"
"I...uhh..." Ozzy stammered, a bit taken back by the pure confidence that marked this woman's every body language. "...I don't speak...whatever that it..."
"Russian..." she intoned with a dull accent. "As I said, my name is Nadia."
Ozzy nodded, shaking her hand lightly.
"Right. Ozzy." he replied.
"You and the Different man have picked a very unusual time to join us..."
"Wasn't my choice, dear." he responded. "Got drafted."
"And what is your special талант....'talent'...what do you bring with you?"
"Well...for one thing, I can pat my head and rub my stomach at the same time..." Ozzy replied, going into the motions of patting and rubbing.
Nadia looked perplexed.
"Oh...okay..." she replied, the joke completely lost on her.
"извинение себя..."
Nadia turned, the very odd stare of the very odd Adem Different sat locked on her face.
"...почему сокр говорить различный язык сравнение группа?" the alien asked in a perfect translation.
Nadia smiled, stepping a bit back to walk next to the strange being...
"прирожденный россия..." she replied.
As the two began talking, Ozzy just sighed, rolling his eyes.
"...oh, sure...talk to the alien..." he grumbled under his breath. "...I mean, I'm completely unimportant....just ignore me..."
Grimm's form lumbered past Ozzy with a steady, larger-stepped pace.
"Hey, how's it going?" he said to the dark avatar.
Grimm turned, staring at him only briefly, then, turned back and continued his stride.
"...jeez...what an asshole..." Baxter grumbled. "I'm going to love it here, allright...."
