04-21-2014, 05:51 AM
Tehya turned her back and idled on the yellow safety line when the guy's phone started ringing. Of course, if he'd wanted the conversation to be private, he should have walked away, so she felt no guilt at the fact she absorbed almost every word. The thought of giant creatures in the sea was not so preposterous, no more so than the monsters lurking in Moscow's shadows - or the ones strolling in full view, waiting for metro trains. She'd never lived by the ocean, and its grey vastness, its unquantifiable mystery, was an unnerving prospect. It disturbed her to think what manner of legacy the gods may have left beneath its frigid depths.
Her phone buzzed faintly against her fingertips, and she pulled it from her pocket enough to briefly glance at the screen. Her brows lifted in faint surprise, then tumbled into a frown. Aria Piccolo, one of the pair of furia she had tasked after the rougarou. She might hope that the subtle lay of foundation in recruiting furia specifically for that job had offered fruition, but caution tempered optimism. She mentioned research, and Tehya had been in Moscow long enough to realise how fragile her position here was. It did not help that she was American.
She returned the Wallet to the depths of her pocket, felt the comforting outline of the gun holstered at her hip, and resolved to answer once she was on the train. It would do some good to first contemplate a suitable time and meeting place.
"Do you believe in monsters?" She might have been taking the piss, but there was no indication of tease in her expression when she turned her face to him. Its severe lines were cast in interest, not ridicule, and she was utterly unapologetic for both commenting on his phone call and intruding upon his bubble of silence. He had lost someone; she extrapolated that much from what she'd heard. It might be purely innocent; he might be a grieving young man searching for meaning in a world that offered no free answers. But if there were anything true in his suspicions, and in the ravings of a man incarcerated in the Guardian, then she also knew that civilians poking their nose in such affairs usually ended up dead, or worse.
Her phone buzzed faintly against her fingertips, and she pulled it from her pocket enough to briefly glance at the screen. Her brows lifted in faint surprise, then tumbled into a frown. Aria Piccolo, one of the pair of furia she had tasked after the rougarou. She might hope that the subtle lay of foundation in recruiting furia specifically for that job had offered fruition, but caution tempered optimism. She mentioned research, and Tehya had been in Moscow long enough to realise how fragile her position here was. It did not help that she was American.
She returned the Wallet to the depths of her pocket, felt the comforting outline of the gun holstered at her hip, and resolved to answer once she was on the train. It would do some good to first contemplate a suitable time and meeting place.
"Do you believe in monsters?" She might have been taking the piss, but there was no indication of tease in her expression when she turned her face to him. Its severe lines were cast in interest, not ridicule, and she was utterly unapologetic for both commenting on his phone call and intruding upon his bubble of silence. He had lost someone; she extrapolated that much from what she'd heard. It might be purely innocent; he might be a grieving young man searching for meaning in a world that offered no free answers. But if there were anything true in his suspicions, and in the ravings of a man incarcerated in the Guardian, then she also knew that civilians poking their nose in such affairs usually ended up dead, or worse.