12-25-2025, 11:10 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-25-2025, 11:19 PM by Olivier de Volthström.)
Olivier found himself in Moscow before the new year. He had spent some time at the range, preparing for his tournament in January. He knew his talent, but he also knew practice was important. Olivier was also considering a proper move to Moscow. For what he was spending on rooms in the Radiance, he might as well find his own place. He looked over at his bow case and smiled. Archery was always something that brought him joy. He was both sad and not to be in Moscow instead of Zurich during the holidays. He guessed he could find his way back to Zurich if he needed to. If he did, it would be to see Elin. He hoped she was doing well, but despite loving his parents, he really wasn't in the mood to argue with them right now.
He pulled out his computer and began to browse the web. Olivier was looking for something new to do. His typical marks were fine and were already funding many projects. He couldn't explain it. There was something that just drew him to take what unethical wealthy corporations didn't need and give it to the ones they hurt. There was the thrill of risk added with the joy of helping those who truly needed it. Part of him disliked the anonymity, even as he understood it.
It was mostly the same stuff. He noticed that Kael Vayron, an archery rival was throwing some shade at him in the public sphere. He was saying his immense success was due to him being a Volthstrom. His PR team would take care of it. There was nothing to worry about there. He was just mad because he was going to lose in the upcoming tournament. But there was a post that caught his eye. The poster had sent a few out. It wasn't a name he was aware of. Whoever it was was likely new. But the post spoke of bravery. He opened his messaging and sent a message to the poster, encrypting it of course.
Olivier spent a few more hours in his room before heading downstairs to the bar. He was tempted to send Carter, his cousin, a message to see if he wanted to get together. They at least got along. Of course he didn't know how much Olivier argued with his parents. They hadn't spoken for awhile, but Olivier wasn't looking for any specific company tonight. He just wanted a few drinks before he turned in for the night.
The bar as pretty high class. He expected no less at Radiance. He went to the bar and took a seat. "A Negroni, please," he asked the bartender. The bartender brought his drink and he took a sip. He'd play it by ear. Maybe he'd socialize, maybe he'd message Carter, or maybe he'd just have a few drinks and then turn in.
He pulled out his computer and began to browse the web. Olivier was looking for something new to do. His typical marks were fine and were already funding many projects. He couldn't explain it. There was something that just drew him to take what unethical wealthy corporations didn't need and give it to the ones they hurt. There was the thrill of risk added with the joy of helping those who truly needed it. Part of him disliked the anonymity, even as he understood it.
It was mostly the same stuff. He noticed that Kael Vayron, an archery rival was throwing some shade at him in the public sphere. He was saying his immense success was due to him being a Volthstrom. His PR team would take care of it. There was nothing to worry about there. He was just mad because he was going to lose in the upcoming tournament. But there was a post that caught his eye. The poster had sent a few out. It wasn't a name he was aware of. Whoever it was was likely new. But the post spoke of bravery. He opened his messaging and sent a message to the poster, encrypting it of course.
Olivier spent a few more hours in his room before heading downstairs to the bar. He was tempted to send Carter, his cousin, a message to see if he wanted to get together. They at least got along. Of course he didn't know how much Olivier argued with his parents. They hadn't spoken for awhile, but Olivier wasn't looking for any specific company tonight. He just wanted a few drinks before he turned in for the night.
The bar as pretty high class. He expected no less at Radiance. He went to the bar and took a seat. "A Negroni, please," he asked the bartender. The bartender brought his drink and he took a sip. He'd play it by ear. Maybe he'd socialize, maybe he'd message Carter, or maybe he'd just have a few drinks and then turn in.