08-18-2013, 09:37 AM
Michael let Jaxen's mockery slide of his back. He did sound like a creepy bastard, but he would soon understand. If he didn't, well, Michael didn't particularly care.
The taxi pulled in at one of the finer bottle-o's in Moscow. A fancy looking place called "Vintage Liqueur". A shit name, Michael thought, but it was classy with its silver plated sign and blue neon interior.
He let Jaxen do the shopping, Michael did not really drink these days. Not that he avoided it, precisely, he just never had the urge. Holding the power was a drug ten times as potent as alcohol.
When Jaxen returned, he handed Michael three bottles, another three in his hand. Michael's brow rose at the needlessly ornate bottle. He was pretty sure that the label was real gold. It also said that it was vodka, but Michael had never seen amber vodka. The stuff must have cost a fortune, but he didn't make any comment. He didn't care what Jaxen did with his money or how he got it.
The rest of the cab ride passed by, a short ten minutes spent looking out over urban Moscow and the early stirrings of its inhabitants. Apart from the occasional directing, there was not much talk.
The cab driver pulled up along the side of the road facing the river - he still had not gotten used to the way the Russian's drove on the opposite side of the road - and Michael paid the man with a word of thanks.
Michael looked out along the river which was always busy in the early hours of the morning. He hated the damn thing, the breeze that came in from the north of the river was freezing. But it also was a familiar sight which brought him comfort in his hatred of it.
After a moment breathing in the scent of the river, he crossed the road towards his house. He wondered what Jaxen would think of it - if his guess was correct, he was likely from one of the rich families that had sprung up like weeds when the CCD had been established. The neighborhood was the picture of middle class urban Moscow, the houses tidy and adequate and the people distant but friendly.
He reached the front of his own house and withdrew the keys from his pocket. He looked up at the brick wall above the door to find soot still covering most of the wall around the chimney. He wasn't really expecting Tony to do anything in the condition he was in, but it would have been a pleasant surprise if he cleaned up the mess he made when he had thrown a fireball at the fireplace as a 'joke'. He had downed 3 bottles of vodka that day, and Michael was glad he had no power to heal the stupid bastard.
He turned to Jaxen as he unlocked and opened the door. "The shower is upstairs. Don't mind the bastard laying on the couch."
At that, Michael heard Tony groan and sit up. The couch was littered with bottles of vodka in front of the plasma TV. The kitchen in the back was untouched - the fool probably hadn't eaten before he started drinking again.
Tony blinked as he saw Michael and Jaxen in the doorway. "Who the fuck is that, Michael? He one of those religious types? Tell him to fuck off, I don't need saving."
Michael turned back to Jaxen. "Show him those bottles of vodka and he'll change his mind."
He lowered his voice so Tony could not hear. "One more thing. Don't mention the girl to him. If you do, I'll kill you."
<small><small>(moding and speech done with permission)</small></small>
Edited by Michael Vellas, Aug 18 2013, 09:57 AM.
The taxi pulled in at one of the finer bottle-o's in Moscow. A fancy looking place called "Vintage Liqueur". A shit name, Michael thought, but it was classy with its silver plated sign and blue neon interior.
He let Jaxen do the shopping, Michael did not really drink these days. Not that he avoided it, precisely, he just never had the urge. Holding the power was a drug ten times as potent as alcohol.
When Jaxen returned, he handed Michael three bottles, another three in his hand. Michael's brow rose at the needlessly ornate bottle. He was pretty sure that the label was real gold. It also said that it was vodka, but Michael had never seen amber vodka. The stuff must have cost a fortune, but he didn't make any comment. He didn't care what Jaxen did with his money or how he got it.
The rest of the cab ride passed by, a short ten minutes spent looking out over urban Moscow and the early stirrings of its inhabitants. Apart from the occasional directing, there was not much talk.
The cab driver pulled up along the side of the road facing the river - he still had not gotten used to the way the Russian's drove on the opposite side of the road - and Michael paid the man with a word of thanks.
Michael looked out along the river which was always busy in the early hours of the morning. He hated the damn thing, the breeze that came in from the north of the river was freezing. But it also was a familiar sight which brought him comfort in his hatred of it.
After a moment breathing in the scent of the river, he crossed the road towards his house. He wondered what Jaxen would think of it - if his guess was correct, he was likely from one of the rich families that had sprung up like weeds when the CCD had been established. The neighborhood was the picture of middle class urban Moscow, the houses tidy and adequate and the people distant but friendly.
He reached the front of his own house and withdrew the keys from his pocket. He looked up at the brick wall above the door to find soot still covering most of the wall around the chimney. He wasn't really expecting Tony to do anything in the condition he was in, but it would have been a pleasant surprise if he cleaned up the mess he made when he had thrown a fireball at the fireplace as a 'joke'. He had downed 3 bottles of vodka that day, and Michael was glad he had no power to heal the stupid bastard.
He turned to Jaxen as he unlocked and opened the door. "The shower is upstairs. Don't mind the bastard laying on the couch."
At that, Michael heard Tony groan and sit up. The couch was littered with bottles of vodka in front of the plasma TV. The kitchen in the back was untouched - the fool probably hadn't eaten before he started drinking again.
Tony blinked as he saw Michael and Jaxen in the doorway. "Who the fuck is that, Michael? He one of those religious types? Tell him to fuck off, I don't need saving."
Michael turned back to Jaxen. "Show him those bottles of vodka and he'll change his mind."
He lowered his voice so Tony could not hear. "One more thing. Don't mention the girl to him. If you do, I'll kill you."
<small><small>(moding and speech done with permission)</small></small>
Edited by Michael Vellas, Aug 18 2013, 09:57 AM.
"She saw a flaring halo around his head, radiant in gold and blue. It shouted of glory and power to come"
"No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it."