10-28-2015, 08:09 AM
The boy couldn't be much older than Cruz, his voice sounded ragged with grief. His eyes were glazed over with sorrow. He probably felt as bad as he looked as he told Dorian everything he owned was in that building.
It brought a plethora of questions to Dorian's head. Why was he living in a warehouse? He didn't look like a runaway nor did he look ragged like he was homeless. He was distinctly American in his demeanor and voice. But that was hardly the only question Dorian thought of. Volodin was a god, were they friends? Was this boy, or this girl a god themselves. He would have to keep an eye on both of them.
Dorian noticed the girl looking at his arm. Stupid! He'd forgotten to roll down his sleeves again. He followed through with his appearance, rolling down the sleeve and buttoning the cuffs. He felt better, but he wondered if the girl had recognized the tattoo. But she was turning around before he could catch any glimpse of recognition.
Ivan was walking their way. He looked as though he were concentrating on something. Dorian looked around to see what could be the problem when the rain started pouring down on top of them. He hadn't thought it was going to rain today. The rain soaked through his clothes and the cold Moscovian air gave him a chill. It was probably best to get everyone out of the rain.
He was about to move the crowd that was now slowly forming around these two kids when he noticed that the fire was dying out. Surely the rain was going to put it out this quickly. Dorian looked around but saw nothing out of the ordinary. Dorian didn't like the coincidence of this at all. They were after a god, and now a do-gooder god was putting out the fire to a warehouse. To what end? And then Dorian remembered what the kid had said. He looked at the boy, there was a soft smile playing on his face and he looked less haunted. Was he doing it all? There were too many questions. They needed a better way to know if a person was wielding their powers. There had to be a better way to do this or someone was going to get killed sooner or later.
It brought a plethora of questions to Dorian's head. Why was he living in a warehouse? He didn't look like a runaway nor did he look ragged like he was homeless. He was distinctly American in his demeanor and voice. But that was hardly the only question Dorian thought of. Volodin was a god, were they friends? Was this boy, or this girl a god themselves. He would have to keep an eye on both of them.
Dorian noticed the girl looking at his arm. Stupid! He'd forgotten to roll down his sleeves again. He followed through with his appearance, rolling down the sleeve and buttoning the cuffs. He felt better, but he wondered if the girl had recognized the tattoo. But she was turning around before he could catch any glimpse of recognition.
Ivan was walking their way. He looked as though he were concentrating on something. Dorian looked around to see what could be the problem when the rain started pouring down on top of them. He hadn't thought it was going to rain today. The rain soaked through his clothes and the cold Moscovian air gave him a chill. It was probably best to get everyone out of the rain.
He was about to move the crowd that was now slowly forming around these two kids when he noticed that the fire was dying out. Surely the rain was going to put it out this quickly. Dorian looked around but saw nothing out of the ordinary. Dorian didn't like the coincidence of this at all. They were after a god, and now a do-gooder god was putting out the fire to a warehouse. To what end? And then Dorian remembered what the kid had said. He looked at the boy, there was a soft smile playing on his face and he looked less haunted. Was he doing it all? There were too many questions. They needed a better way to know if a person was wielding their powers. There had to be a better way to do this or someone was going to get killed sooner or later.