04-27-2020, 11:41 PM
There wasn’t a long delay before the security cleared Nox at the front. He was administered a holo-badge that would admit him through the secure Kremlin interior with far greater privileges than a tourist, press officer, or civilian. However, there would be no need to wander far off the beaten path. Directions were given to the offices of the Consul of Channeler Affairs, a rather new division that displaced another group to off-site government buildings. Before Nox could arrive, one of the Nine crossed his path. Sanjay Ramanujan was dressed in the uniform that was issued to him some time ago. His dark hair was brushed neatly to one side. He clearly wasn’t working in the field, today anyway. He’d been squirreled away in the offices of the Consul, but he was more than satisfied with the placement.
He bowed his head a fraction before a smile lit his face. “So you’re Nox Durante. Pleasure to meet you. I’m Sanjay. Number five,” he laughed at the joke and offered a hand to shake in friendly greeting. Sanjay was probably the best liked of the entire Nine as he was the least controversial. He went along with whatever, but whatever it was, he poured his whole heart into the job at hand.
“I’ve heard a lot about you,” he said, though Sanjay did not describe from whom the hearing originated. “You’re actually kind of famous in some circles: the atharim channeler. Maybe I can get an autograph later?” He chuckled good-naturedly even as he raised a brow at the missing hand. He gestured in another direction, and soon the offices of the Kremlin evolved into gaudy interior décor. Those they passed seemed to take only passing glances, but there were some along the way that noted the presence of power and stepped warily out of their path.
He bowed his head a fraction before a smile lit his face. “So you’re Nox Durante. Pleasure to meet you. I’m Sanjay. Number five,” he laughed at the joke and offered a hand to shake in friendly greeting. Sanjay was probably the best liked of the entire Nine as he was the least controversial. He went along with whatever, but whatever it was, he poured his whole heart into the job at hand.
“I’ve heard a lot about you,” he said, though Sanjay did not describe from whom the hearing originated. “You’re actually kind of famous in some circles: the atharim channeler. Maybe I can get an autograph later?” He chuckled good-naturedly even as he raised a brow at the missing hand. He gestured in another direction, and soon the offices of the Kremlin evolved into gaudy interior décor. Those they passed seemed to take only passing glances, but there were some along the way that noted the presence of power and stepped warily out of their path.