05-06-2015, 05:56 PM
Elias was rather disappointed when she didn't claim the river as her territory. Irritated that he had to deal with the interruption, but should would have been a new source of information, a new connection to the people that were after whatever his uncle had discovered, a target upon whom to exact revenge for stealing his content life in New Zealand. Yet here he was, lost in the desert of a snowy continent, as far as possible from any sense of peace. A little more than a year in New Zealand and the wasting illness draining his body of vitality in Utah had subsided. In Moscow only a few months and the shadow of its return hovered around his edges of his existence. It was coming back, but the only cure was to solve the riddle of his uncle's disappearance and return to New Zealand victorious in undermining what must be a world-wide conspiracy.
He sighed and glanced at the quieter girl whom apparently thought to bring a trash bag. "You girls sure are judgmental."
He smirked. She probably bagged her own shit too. Unless she considered it fertilizer. His only solace in the disappointment that this girl was just another snotty girl looking down at him was that she recognized his power. The power was dangerous. It was dangerous. It could kill him or someone else. He'd heard those mantras over and over again, but never had he been named the danger. "I'll give you one thing, wretched humanity is a decent description."
He considered leaving them and returning to his quiet solitude, but since he was bothered to be here, he had a question of them. "In your time 'in the wild' have you ever come across a river spirit that spits arro--"
the additional sounds of footsteps made his voice trail off. He looked up.
It was a rather shocking sight to find a butt-naked guy standing there in the snow, hugging himself as he froze. Elias just blinked and surveyed their surroundings in case more might appear. An army of naked Russians was a slightly disturbing thought.
He sighed and glanced at the quieter girl whom apparently thought to bring a trash bag. "You girls sure are judgmental."
He smirked. She probably bagged her own shit too. Unless she considered it fertilizer. His only solace in the disappointment that this girl was just another snotty girl looking down at him was that she recognized his power. The power was dangerous. It was dangerous. It could kill him or someone else. He'd heard those mantras over and over again, but never had he been named the danger. "I'll give you one thing, wretched humanity is a decent description."
He considered leaving them and returning to his quiet solitude, but since he was bothered to be here, he had a question of them. "In your time 'in the wild' have you ever come across a river spirit that spits arro--"
the additional sounds of footsteps made his voice trail off. He looked up.
It was a rather shocking sight to find a butt-naked guy standing there in the snow, hugging himself as he froze. Elias just blinked and surveyed their surroundings in case more might appear. An army of naked Russians was a slightly disturbing thought.