10-23-2013, 03:43 PM
Jon smiled in return, feeling the inklings of a blush beneath Nimeda's warm smile sent his direction. He gave her one more nod at her advice to get rest, though that wasn't likely. He never could sleep well on a plane.
He turned and offered a hand to Bear, who instead slapped him on the back again and gripped him in a hug. "Until you dream again, my friend,"
the man said. I'll keep you informed."
Jon met the man's golden eyes and nodded. It was something he'd asked the man to do previously, find out about what the Native tribes were doing about the Sickness -- there seemed to be increasing reports of it among their peoples, though at Jon's insistence through the influence he held in the CNA they had managed to keep it quiet and find ways to keep the individuals inflicted safe and secret, away from prying eyes of the world.
He took a breath and spared one last look at Nimeda -- could he find her again? Well, if she needed any further assistance, Bear would be certain to help her find her way out of here if she needed it. And Bear would keep him aware of her resurfacing in the Spirit World.
Jon stepped out of the Spirit World and back into his own body. His eyes opened and he was greeted with the whine of jet engines and dim cabin lights. The sudden thump-thump of wheels deploying alerted Jon that the plane was ready to land. He looked out the window and saw unfamiliar glittering lights of a strange city skyline enshrouded in darkness.
Moscow. Heart of the CCD and the very beast he'd been summoned to fight. On the morrow he had a lawsuit to file to start the fight. But something told him there was much more hiding in there behind the bright lights and the news headlines for him to find.
Nimeda. I know you're out there somewhere. He would find her.
He turned and offered a hand to Bear, who instead slapped him on the back again and gripped him in a hug. "Until you dream again, my friend,"
the man said. I'll keep you informed."
Jon met the man's golden eyes and nodded. It was something he'd asked the man to do previously, find out about what the Native tribes were doing about the Sickness -- there seemed to be increasing reports of it among their peoples, though at Jon's insistence through the influence he held in the CNA they had managed to keep it quiet and find ways to keep the individuals inflicted safe and secret, away from prying eyes of the world.
He took a breath and spared one last look at Nimeda -- could he find her again? Well, if she needed any further assistance, Bear would be certain to help her find her way out of here if she needed it. And Bear would keep him aware of her resurfacing in the Spirit World.
Jon stepped out of the Spirit World and back into his own body. His eyes opened and he was greeted with the whine of jet engines and dim cabin lights. The sudden thump-thump of wheels deploying alerted Jon that the plane was ready to land. He looked out the window and saw unfamiliar glittering lights of a strange city skyline enshrouded in darkness.
Moscow. Heart of the CCD and the very beast he'd been summoned to fight. On the morrow he had a lawsuit to file to start the fight. But something told him there was much more hiding in there behind the bright lights and the news headlines for him to find.
Nimeda. I know you're out there somewhere. He would find her.