07-27-2016, 12:56 PM
Ivan left his car and walked into the square. The tension was palpable. A few officers and guards that milled about- some plain clothes and some in uniform- looked him over, assessing, and he showed the badge on his belt. They nodded at him and went back to their work. Emotions were running high and they knew it, knew what might happen. All it would take would be a spark to set it off.
He wasn't sure what he could do, but he had to do something. Be here at least. He wasn't quite as helpless as he had been with Volodin, between his practicing with Nox and on his own. It really did work like working out at the gym and he had felt himself get stronger as he practiced. He looked up at tower dominating the square, trying to imagine what it looked like from up there. Was Ascendancy up there now? What was the man doing? He'd dropped a bomb and was now silent. When would he do something?
He shook his head. He had a job to do. He reached out and seized the power, felt every sense go sharp. The tang of sweat and bodies and clothing filled the air, even as the roaring of the crowd became louder and more varied. He could hear snippets of conversation, of chants, of arguments, the to and fro of waves of people as they milled about. And something else. He was glad he was taller than most, so he could see more clearly over people's heads, searching.
There. And there again! He looked in both directions- and then decided. He set his face and waded into the crowd, broad shoulders buffeting against people, though thankfully it hadn't turned violent yet. Faces turned up at him but most turned away at a look. He wasn't angry but determination hardened his face. The moment he'd seized the power, the tell-tale menace of another like him caught his attention.
He continued on in the direction, homing in on the feeling. And there, ahead of him, was another tall man, close to his age with long dark hair and decked out as a goth. It wasn't the way the man was attired that got his attention. Moscow was a cosmopolitan city and he'd never had a problem with the way people dressed or their lifestyle. No, it was the fact that the power seemed to roil off him in waves, menacingly.
That and the fact that he seemed to be confronting another man. With the power, it would be short work, if it got to that. And it might just set off a riot. Just what they needed.
No. What they needed was for the heavens to open up and dump all over them, send these people home. Dampen the kindling that threatened to burst into flame. It was spring, but showers were common and he could smell and feel the moisture in the air.
He couldn't let things get out of control. He pushed his way forward until he stood between the two men. He didn't single out the Goth guy. You could never assume anything or take sides without knowing the facts. When you wanted to keep peace, you needed to keep everyone calm. Especially when one of them held onto the power.
He pulled his jacket aside and showed the badge as he shifted his gaze from one man to the other and back. "Let's all calm down here. What's going on?"
Edited by Ivan Sarkozy, Jul 27 2016, 02:42 PM.
He wasn't sure what he could do, but he had to do something. Be here at least. He wasn't quite as helpless as he had been with Volodin, between his practicing with Nox and on his own. It really did work like working out at the gym and he had felt himself get stronger as he practiced. He looked up at tower dominating the square, trying to imagine what it looked like from up there. Was Ascendancy up there now? What was the man doing? He'd dropped a bomb and was now silent. When would he do something?
He shook his head. He had a job to do. He reached out and seized the power, felt every sense go sharp. The tang of sweat and bodies and clothing filled the air, even as the roaring of the crowd became louder and more varied. He could hear snippets of conversation, of chants, of arguments, the to and fro of waves of people as they milled about. And something else. He was glad he was taller than most, so he could see more clearly over people's heads, searching.
There. And there again! He looked in both directions- and then decided. He set his face and waded into the crowd, broad shoulders buffeting against people, though thankfully it hadn't turned violent yet. Faces turned up at him but most turned away at a look. He wasn't angry but determination hardened his face. The moment he'd seized the power, the tell-tale menace of another like him caught his attention.
He continued on in the direction, homing in on the feeling. And there, ahead of him, was another tall man, close to his age with long dark hair and decked out as a goth. It wasn't the way the man was attired that got his attention. Moscow was a cosmopolitan city and he'd never had a problem with the way people dressed or their lifestyle. No, it was the fact that the power seemed to roil off him in waves, menacingly.
That and the fact that he seemed to be confronting another man. With the power, it would be short work, if it got to that. And it might just set off a riot. Just what they needed.
No. What they needed was for the heavens to open up and dump all over them, send these people home. Dampen the kindling that threatened to burst into flame. It was spring, but showers were common and he could smell and feel the moisture in the air.
He couldn't let things get out of control. He pushed his way forward until he stood between the two men. He didn't single out the Goth guy. You could never assume anything or take sides without knowing the facts. When you wanted to keep peace, you needed to keep everyone calm. Especially when one of them held onto the power.
He pulled his jacket aside and showed the badge as he shifted his gaze from one man to the other and back. "Let's all calm down here. What's going on?"
Edited by Ivan Sarkozy, Jul 27 2016, 02:42 PM.