The girl walked about her territory as she looked about.  With the chaos of the fire she was stressed out, so you could take a good guess what would be inbetween her lips.  If you guessed cigarette, you'd be correct, but due too the smoke from the fire she wouldn't smoke outside of the mansion where she resided.  Tatiana wore a black and white bandana around her mouth in an attempt to filter the smoke from the air.  Black and white, it was her color scheme of choice as of lately.  She wore her white shirt this one, well this one was her nice white shirt.  There wasn't resdue of old blood scattered over the fabric.  A black tennis skirt on, fishnets, and black combat boots.  There wasn't anything too new when it came too outfit choices, she had a few pairs of shirts and skirts too choose from but, it was better just too wear her usual clothing. 

Walking around though she soon caught in her eyes the figure of a person with a pack of dogs.  A shock would be that she wasn't too fond of dogs, ironically despite her position, even to her last name she was a cat person.  It was obvious when it came to the fact she had a pet Lynx.  Walking up with her baseball bat in hand, and her feline half way in her back pack and the other half resting on her shoulder she crossed her home.  She noticed who it was, of course, a St. Peters member, she didn't know about the name change as of yet, but she knew who this person was.

He had a fiasco with her members not too long ago, but he also seemed like a little bitch at the same time.  But after all, you shouldn't come to the badlands expecting warm welcoming.  They weren't nice people here, and that's how they survived.  [b]"Name and business, but as you know already you are close to the Badlands border."  A hiss from the feline on her shoulder at the dogs could be taken harsh, but what can you expect.  The two animals never got along, but as she looked at the dogs she couldn't help but remember the time Blake the former Top Dog killed and roasted a dog for the group to eat.  It was one of the few times that the Top Dog offered a sharing of what they caught.  But you also must know... Blake was a cannibal as well.  She was a force to be reckoned with, and Tatiana could always admire her for such thing.

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So she was correct on her acusations that the one at the border was none other than that St. Peters guy from the last time.  He seemed like a hot head who takes his opinions too be the most important thing in this entire world of men and monsters.  She disliked people like that, specially ones who get their sad pathetic ego hurt when someone tells you straight facts.  The dog guy seemed like so well, she wasn't very down to be super friendly too the guy besides the well, bare miniumum.  But as someone from another group offering trade, she must aquint herself too make conversation and deals.  It was helpful that she could tell Marguax put him in a bad mood, after all she was the one who talked to his last time.  And last time she checked it didn't end up too well.  Dylan popped up thinking the trade items where simple gifts, but hey it was more of a friendly aproach then some other members she knows who could've of hopped over.  Listening they had a missing memeber, Cecil was the name.  He didn't seem too know much details about the appearnce of this Cecil and his stuttering was driving her crazy.  Usually it wouldn't bother her too much but now she'd rather just trade too shut the guy up.  But she hadn't seen the likes of some random St. Peters member being around, but she wouldn't doubt it if someone of her own group abducted this person for there own terriostic ideals.  God she hated when people acted out on their own with out too much consideration about the group they belong in.  It's one thing to just slaughter a random loner, they don't have any ties too a group close and one that has always been someone needed to deal with.  But she was brought back too trading items. 

[b]"Any reason why you guys changed your name?  Or is it just because, you guys got bored of St. Peters?"  She spoke as she rethought back over too what he was saying he had.  "I don't imagine you'd have planks on your person, so we won't worry about that.  Weapons, isn't too much as a priority and once more doubt your leader supplied you with the actual body of a gun, but if you have ammo we can defiently talk about that."

Raking her brain as she thought more about supplies for food and water, she wasn't going too lie when it comes down to trading things like vegetables and cannedfoods, always came last with food.  Afterall the factor is that the physical state of everyone wasn't a topic of discussion.  She was five when she ended up being dumped here, and you know what if she could survive she believed all rest could survive if they attempt too try hard enough.  She got little know help after all the only one she knew was Mettaton, and he was considerably not in contact with her for a long while.  "Painkillers, we could use those as well as those needles you where talking about.  And canned food though we usually never trade for such things it comes late." 

Sighing her green hues looked at Advay and skimmed over the dogs, back to Advay.  "So what is that your group or yourself is looking for in return?"