08-11-2018, 07:55 PM
Two men of the CCDPD spread out into the courtyards as they came through the arched gate. They moved firmly, with a purpose, down a number of access staircases, passing over the administrative offices and manicured gardens toward their goal -- a public square which directly faced this gatehouse.
The watch had just changed to nighttime, and those two men who were obliged to work outside, in this summer heat, performing vehicle checks and stop-and-searches, were almost five minutes into their public safety duties when dispatch called in a new assignment for the pair.
The two men wore their best game faces and police dress suits for this gathering... it was necessary to provide CCDPD presence, for now.
Lih moved past his partner Costa, striding with graceful ease like a man on a recreational stroll. His physique was lean and lithe. He moved like a dancer, limbered up and ready to perform. His white blonde hair was bone pale in the full moonlight; the sky above the city was the color of a frozen lake.
Lih -- a white shape against the dull white sky --- hesitated at the back of a growing crowd and, after adjusting the augmented lens-view in his eyes, looked up at the outlandish, breathtaking woman inside the Circle, in a vortex of dancing and chanting. He wondered what she was seeing?
The sounds of drumming became louder. The woman shuddered to its beats, and made a moaning sound in her throat, the sound of a feline, mauled and cornered. Her panting breath showed through as vapor--smoking as if a fire raged within. Without warning, flames and winds tore free from her and ran toward the crowd.
Lih cried out, thinking that the strange fire was going to hit somebody, and moved instinctively to block it as fast as his long-limbed body would let him. The flames fizzled as he pushed through the crowd -- she hadn't intended on hitting anybody at all.
Lih didn't know anything about voodoo, but he knew that this practitioner, this foreign witch, had exceptional presence. Her voice was deep and somehow reassuringly coarse and unaffected as she summoned a man by the name of Mikhail. Was he her accomplice? Thought Lih as Mikhail laughed and approached her without fear.
As she danced with Mikhail, she was an energized, trembling shape, a shape that had once been a woman, leaping and bounding, laughing and surging, like voltage freed from a cable. As if carried in by the unnatural wind, flames and fresh flowers bloomed around Mikhail's head, and Lih couldn't help but to gasp to the broad-chested man by his side.
"Costa, what the hell is going on? And where's this music coming from?"
The watch had just changed to nighttime, and those two men who were obliged to work outside, in this summer heat, performing vehicle checks and stop-and-searches, were almost five minutes into their public safety duties when dispatch called in a new assignment for the pair.
The two men wore their best game faces and police dress suits for this gathering... it was necessary to provide CCDPD presence, for now.
Lih moved past his partner Costa, striding with graceful ease like a man on a recreational stroll. His physique was lean and lithe. He moved like a dancer, limbered up and ready to perform. His white blonde hair was bone pale in the full moonlight; the sky above the city was the color of a frozen lake.
Lih -- a white shape against the dull white sky --- hesitated at the back of a growing crowd and, after adjusting the augmented lens-view in his eyes, looked up at the outlandish, breathtaking woman inside the Circle, in a vortex of dancing and chanting. He wondered what she was seeing?
The sounds of drumming became louder. The woman shuddered to its beats, and made a moaning sound in her throat, the sound of a feline, mauled and cornered. Her panting breath showed through as vapor--smoking as if a fire raged within. Without warning, flames and winds tore free from her and ran toward the crowd.
Lih cried out, thinking that the strange fire was going to hit somebody, and moved instinctively to block it as fast as his long-limbed body would let him. The flames fizzled as he pushed through the crowd -- she hadn't intended on hitting anybody at all.
Lih didn't know anything about voodoo, but he knew that this practitioner, this foreign witch, had exceptional presence. Her voice was deep and somehow reassuringly coarse and unaffected as she summoned a man by the name of Mikhail. Was he her accomplice? Thought Lih as Mikhail laughed and approached her without fear.
As she danced with Mikhail, she was an energized, trembling shape, a shape that had once been a woman, leaping and bounding, laughing and surging, like voltage freed from a cable. As if carried in by the unnatural wind, flames and fresh flowers bloomed around Mikhail's head, and Lih couldn't help but to gasp to the broad-chested man by his side.
"Costa, what the hell is going on? And where's this music coming from?"
Viktor Lih
Officer of CCDPD
Officer of CCDPD