12-18-2014, 10:53 AM
The weekend went by far too quickly for Ivan's tastes. He ended up sleeping pretty late after the tunnels and that meant a pretty lazy rest of the weekend. He did some housework and went to a movie with some buddies. In the back of his mind something nagged at him and in the middle of the movie he finally realized what it was. He'd forgotten to give Xena- Akantha, Akantha. He needed to get used to that name. Anyway, he'd forgotten to give her a charger. So stupid. He had been so focused on the phone and programming it for her that it totally slipped his mind. The battery had been fully charged and would last a couple days, most likely. Still, it was incredibly stupid of him.
He ended up heading out to get a normal charger, a solar one, and a kinetic charging unit. He wasn't sure they had power down in the tunnels. Or at least not the sections she lived in. And she'd have to come topside to use the solar. It was overkill, he supposed, butl, it was all he could do. He hoofed it back down to where they'd met up and he hid the box with them behind a palette. Then he took a few pictures with his wallet of where it was and texted it to her along with a short message. He wasn't sure she knew how to check a text but it was the best he could do.
When he was done, he stood there for a moment and noticed how quiet everything was. He was maybe getting used to the claustrophobia and being underground- at least he didn't have that panicked feeling in his gut- but it was still creepy down here. He thought about the things he'd found on both occasions, could almost imagine them skittering or sneaking about in the dark. It didn't scare him, not really. But he did feel his tension rising and his senses expanding. In the distance, he could sense the power suddenly. It occurred to him that he only seemed to sense it when he was tense. That was good, he supposed. Perfect time to need it. At the same time, he wondered if it was the same for the Ascendancy. Having to wait until a tense situation seemed....well, it just didn't seem like something he'd do. Maybe there was a way around it. It would be nice to get it at will. He'd have to think on it.
So anyway, weekend done, Ivan suitably rested and his leg pretty much healed up despite the hot nurse''s super extra strength pain inducing bleach or whatever the hell it was that she gave him, he was ready to report to the new unit. Domovoi was the name and it conjured up all kinds of images from his childhood memory. The house spirit that protects a home and family. It was appropriate, given what it was for. Course, then they tried to ret-con it into an acronym. Domestic Office of some such crap or other. Acronyms always made him laugh. Lucky coincidence the first letters happened to make a meaningful word. He cracked himself up.
Where was he? Oh yeah, Domovoi. Or D.O.M.O.V.O.I. The team was right up his alley. Moscow's own Monster Squad. The head office was in the Golyanovo district. It was pretty similar to his old beat in terms of what was out there. The crime rate was higher. Lot's of mob activity. Word was that a few families were gettin kinda ambitious recently. Not his concern anymore, but still good to know.
He tramped up the freshly salted steps and into the warm squat building. Typical soviet era architecture. Course, it might have been Putin era too. Either way, ugly. The office was typical and he gave his name and ID to the desk officer while looking around trying to figure out who he should report to. The Cap wasn't there of course. He would be involved only from a distance, so it was going to be largely autonomous.
He saw a couple guys and two women standing around talking. One of them was a looker too. He did like brunettes. He headed over. "Hi,"
he said sticking out his hand and smiling at them. "Sarkozy. Seargent Ivan Sarkozy."
Greetings were made. Konstantinov. Sokolov. Pirozzi. Zinoviya. Interesting that the looker was a profiler. He looked around the room, smiling. "Looks like the Cap is serious about his Monster Squad. I mean Domovoi. Good thing, too,"
he said absently. Between Smiley and those things in the tunnels, they were gonna have their hands full real quick.
Edited by Ivan Sarkozy, Dec 18 2014, 11:23 AM.
He ended up heading out to get a normal charger, a solar one, and a kinetic charging unit. He wasn't sure they had power down in the tunnels. Or at least not the sections she lived in. And she'd have to come topside to use the solar. It was overkill, he supposed, butl, it was all he could do. He hoofed it back down to where they'd met up and he hid the box with them behind a palette. Then he took a few pictures with his wallet of where it was and texted it to her along with a short message. He wasn't sure she knew how to check a text but it was the best he could do.
When he was done, he stood there for a moment and noticed how quiet everything was. He was maybe getting used to the claustrophobia and being underground- at least he didn't have that panicked feeling in his gut- but it was still creepy down here. He thought about the things he'd found on both occasions, could almost imagine them skittering or sneaking about in the dark. It didn't scare him, not really. But he did feel his tension rising and his senses expanding. In the distance, he could sense the power suddenly. It occurred to him that he only seemed to sense it when he was tense. That was good, he supposed. Perfect time to need it. At the same time, he wondered if it was the same for the Ascendancy. Having to wait until a tense situation seemed....well, it just didn't seem like something he'd do. Maybe there was a way around it. It would be nice to get it at will. He'd have to think on it.
So anyway, weekend done, Ivan suitably rested and his leg pretty much healed up despite the hot nurse''s super extra strength pain inducing bleach or whatever the hell it was that she gave him, he was ready to report to the new unit. Domovoi was the name and it conjured up all kinds of images from his childhood memory. The house spirit that protects a home and family. It was appropriate, given what it was for. Course, then they tried to ret-con it into an acronym. Domestic Office of some such crap or other. Acronyms always made him laugh. Lucky coincidence the first letters happened to make a meaningful word. He cracked himself up.
Where was he? Oh yeah, Domovoi. Or D.O.M.O.V.O.I. The team was right up his alley. Moscow's own Monster Squad. The head office was in the Golyanovo district. It was pretty similar to his old beat in terms of what was out there. The crime rate was higher. Lot's of mob activity. Word was that a few families were gettin kinda ambitious recently. Not his concern anymore, but still good to know.
He tramped up the freshly salted steps and into the warm squat building. Typical soviet era architecture. Course, it might have been Putin era too. Either way, ugly. The office was typical and he gave his name and ID to the desk officer while looking around trying to figure out who he should report to. The Cap wasn't there of course. He would be involved only from a distance, so it was going to be largely autonomous.
He saw a couple guys and two women standing around talking. One of them was a looker too. He did like brunettes. He headed over. "Hi,"
he said sticking out his hand and smiling at them. "Sarkozy. Seargent Ivan Sarkozy."
Greetings were made. Konstantinov. Sokolov. Pirozzi. Zinoviya. Interesting that the looker was a profiler. He looked around the room, smiling. "Looks like the Cap is serious about his Monster Squad. I mean Domovoi. Good thing, too,"
he said absently. Between Smiley and those things in the tunnels, they were gonna have their hands full real quick.
Edited by Ivan Sarkozy, Dec 18 2014, 11:23 AM.