10-04-2016, 03:02 PM
Somehow she'd made it through Moscow. The traffic, the crowds, the shouts and managed to inform Victoria she had no real clue what a city was. This... was a country. It should be its own country. It was probably bigger than the rest of the Custody combined. How could people live here? It wasn't the tranquil, homely noises of Jerusalem, or the quiet business of Munich. It was... chaos. At least that look she had perfected cleared a path now. Comments of 'crazy bitch' disappeared into the crowd before she could track them down. Still, out of safety, she'd moved her gun under her jacket again. The side holster was easily hidden by her heavy coat too. No worries there, and her military ID card was in her purse.
The Red Square. The relief of actually making it there, combined with the fat she was in the Red Square, caused Victoria to stop, feeling like all breath had been knocked from her body. It was swarming with people, of course. She felt more than a twinge of worry, looking at the swarms of armed guards about. This place was nearly a radioactive crater. The... Ascendancy. Almost dead. He wasn't immortal. Or was he? Was that why he was still alive? It was a hard thing to think about. Her oaths had sworn her to lay down her life for him, and Victoria... knew she would. She kept those oaths close to her heart. Possibly the thing closest to her heart. She knew even other officers would laugh at that, but that was duty. A colonel at twenty four. She owed the Custody for that. For allowing her to fulfill a career that she enjoyed. Allowing her to... do whatever came next.
St Peter's Basilica, the great fortress of the Kremlin, and where Lenin's Mausoleum would be... the Arch. She didn't like what it came from. Destroying such an important piece of history didn't bode well with her, and that was the closest she'd ever come to criticising the Ascendancy. The Arch was impressive enough to quell that, however. It towered above her, red and black, a glorious reminder of the power of one man.
One day, would she be able to do that? Victoria shuddered, brutally repressing that idle thought. That was the most terrifying idea that had come to her head for a while.
Sticking her hands in her coat pockets, Victoria just stared up at it. She told herself that she was just here to appreciate the great monument, that would be here for millennia, no doubt. Not that she was nervous to enter the Kremlin, to whatever waited inside.
Edited by Victoria Wolff, Oct 4 2016, 03:05 PM.
The Red Square. The relief of actually making it there, combined with the fat she was in the Red Square, caused Victoria to stop, feeling like all breath had been knocked from her body. It was swarming with people, of course. She felt more than a twinge of worry, looking at the swarms of armed guards about. This place was nearly a radioactive crater. The... Ascendancy. Almost dead. He wasn't immortal. Or was he? Was that why he was still alive? It was a hard thing to think about. Her oaths had sworn her to lay down her life for him, and Victoria... knew she would. She kept those oaths close to her heart. Possibly the thing closest to her heart. She knew even other officers would laugh at that, but that was duty. A colonel at twenty four. She owed the Custody for that. For allowing her to fulfill a career that she enjoyed. Allowing her to... do whatever came next.
St Peter's Basilica, the great fortress of the Kremlin, and where Lenin's Mausoleum would be... the Arch. She didn't like what it came from. Destroying such an important piece of history didn't bode well with her, and that was the closest she'd ever come to criticising the Ascendancy. The Arch was impressive enough to quell that, however. It towered above her, red and black, a glorious reminder of the power of one man.
One day, would she be able to do that? Victoria shuddered, brutally repressing that idle thought. That was the most terrifying idea that had come to her head for a while.
Sticking her hands in her coat pockets, Victoria just stared up at it. She told herself that she was just here to appreciate the great monument, that would be here for millennia, no doubt. Not that she was nervous to enter the Kremlin, to whatever waited inside.
Edited by Victoria Wolff, Oct 4 2016, 03:05 PM.