06-15-2014, 07:20 AM
They shook hands. Armande's clasp was sure and forceful, but swift. He did not like his hands, one of his best weapons, occupied. They turned to travel farther. The young man's name was safely stowed away in memory.
He murmured along with Giovanni's amazement. "Moscow is full of tunnels," he replied. "Began by the government and expanded upon by those the government drove down here." He lifted the light, still in lamp mode, to the wall where a swath of color drew his gaze. Graffitti - the shapes and symbols of the Russian tongue were familiar vulgarity, but Armande studied them closely anyhow. Such signage may conceal something as mundane as words of warning for topsiders or something far more sinister...and interesting.
This one held nothing of value. He moved on, keeping his traveling companion in the corner of one eye, but not completely, Armande was distracted by keeping everything in the corners of both eyes at once. Despite the heightened awareness, he moved without hesitation.
"Your accent is Rome, is it not, Giovanni? I am Sicilian myself, though it has been so long since I have seen the place of my birth I can barely claim the heritage. I have spent much time in Rome since then." He lifted the lamp so to better see Giovanni's expression and so gauge the honesty that might change it. "Have you any affilitation with the church? I hear Pope Patricus has a burden to reach those of whom you seek: those lost on the edge of hell."
He murmured along with Giovanni's amazement. "Moscow is full of tunnels," he replied. "Began by the government and expanded upon by those the government drove down here." He lifted the light, still in lamp mode, to the wall where a swath of color drew his gaze. Graffitti - the shapes and symbols of the Russian tongue were familiar vulgarity, but Armande studied them closely anyhow. Such signage may conceal something as mundane as words of warning for topsiders or something far more sinister...and interesting.
This one held nothing of value. He moved on, keeping his traveling companion in the corner of one eye, but not completely, Armande was distracted by keeping everything in the corners of both eyes at once. Despite the heightened awareness, he moved without hesitation.
"Your accent is Rome, is it not, Giovanni? I am Sicilian myself, though it has been so long since I have seen the place of my birth I can barely claim the heritage. I have spent much time in Rome since then." He lifted the lamp so to better see Giovanni's expression and so gauge the honesty that might change it. "Have you any affilitation with the church? I hear Pope Patricus has a burden to reach those of whom you seek: those lost on the edge of hell."