08-11-2014, 08:19 PM
The woman approached from her place backdropped against the shadows of the tunnel, and the way she moved was...well, he was certain she was a woman. The way she moved was far too fluid, to be a man. Graceful didn't seem the right word for it.
He let her draw near; had she wished them harm, she likely would have struck from the shadows. The distance she had gotten off that Oni head had seemed far too casual and easy. She was, he suspected, stronger then she looked. Of course, it was equally possible that it was just the darkness of the underground playing tricks on his perceptions.
The picture she hinted at was less then pleasing; far too many things dwelling under Moscow. Three dead in one day? Apparently within hours of each other? The existence of a third creature answered what had happened to the Italian.
"I shall do what I can to help you people, but my hands are tied. I understand why those of you down here are loathe to work with me on hollow promises, but without your help, there is only so much I can do."
He of course did not realize she was not one of the illegal immigrants, or even that she wasn't human. It was frustrating at times, how hard it was to gain their help, their trust, but equally so he could understand why, and the reason for that was equally frustrating.
He turned slightly to watch Ivan return, nodding in approval to the man's resolve to keep trucking along. He'd seen seasoned officers crumple under less. Everyone had their breaking point, but Ivan was young yet, and hadn't the weight of years pressing down on him. Drayson was almost enviable, and certainly felt guilty for how fast the young officer's innocence was fading.
"It is rare to find someone down here willing to help a stranger. I must thank you on the Italian's behalf, if he has not yet done so."
But had she followed him to assure the man was safe, or to quiet him to what he had seen? Was she Atharim then? He chastised himself silently; he could not assume every person fighting these monsters was one of those cultish hunters.
He let her draw near; had she wished them harm, she likely would have struck from the shadows. The distance she had gotten off that Oni head had seemed far too casual and easy. She was, he suspected, stronger then she looked. Of course, it was equally possible that it was just the darkness of the underground playing tricks on his perceptions.
The picture she hinted at was less then pleasing; far too many things dwelling under Moscow. Three dead in one day? Apparently within hours of each other? The existence of a third creature answered what had happened to the Italian.
"I shall do what I can to help you people, but my hands are tied. I understand why those of you down here are loathe to work with me on hollow promises, but without your help, there is only so much I can do."
He of course did not realize she was not one of the illegal immigrants, or even that she wasn't human. It was frustrating at times, how hard it was to gain their help, their trust, but equally so he could understand why, and the reason for that was equally frustrating.
He turned slightly to watch Ivan return, nodding in approval to the man's resolve to keep trucking along. He'd seen seasoned officers crumple under less. Everyone had their breaking point, but Ivan was young yet, and hadn't the weight of years pressing down on him. Drayson was almost enviable, and certainly felt guilty for how fast the young officer's innocence was fading.
"It is rare to find someone down here willing to help a stranger. I must thank you on the Italian's behalf, if he has not yet done so."
But had she followed him to assure the man was safe, or to quiet him to what he had seen? Was she Atharim then? He chastised himself silently; he could not assume every person fighting these monsters was one of those cultish hunters.