07-16-2019, 08:52 PM
Ivan listened to everything quietly, nodding at Nox's orders. He wasn't looking forward to heading down into the tunnels again. That claustrophobic feeling made him feel panicky. It was like he could feel the air compress at the weight of however the fuck many tons of earth and steel and concrete and whatever would be above them.
But this was part of the job. The image of a slobbering horde of creatures pouring out from the tunnels onto the streets ended ANY thought of not going. Not on his watch. He took a couple of the pieces Nox had- idly wondering if the man had the proper registration for them. Being Atharim, probably not. Nox had hinted that he was going to doing some work in Domovoi. And Ivan had heard rumors that Domovoi was being placed directly under the Consulate on Channeling. So maybe that meant Nox was gonna have a position with them.
Point being, he was going legit and would have some clout. And still running around with unregistered firearms. Which was mildly amusing.
He wasn't sure about bringing the dog. He loved animals. Bringing them into harms way seemed kinda cruel. Unless..."Not sure I'd like to know what kind of training you've been giving the dog so that it'll handle what we find." It was an offhand comment.
Nox was all decked out Rambo-like or something. He set a pair of goggles down for him. Ivan took it up and tried it on. It was tight against his face and would take some getting used to. The display didn't actually jack up his peripherals either, which had been his first concern. He could see nearly 270 degrees display on the projected screen. He noted the mapping overlay Nox had mentioned, it becoming larger if he focused his eyes on it. Tracking his gaze, then. Nice. And there were the vitals too. Probably pulling pulse and stuff from his temples. Or maybe some vein in the eye. Very nice. He shifted it so that he saw clearly as through glass as he felt the man embrace the power.
It had happened enough that it didn't bother him too much. Well...it was what it was. Nox wove a wall of air, or at least the beginning of one. Ivan filed that away, the idea of preparing weaves in advance. Then a whip of air and fire. That was cool. Course if he started flinging that thing around, he could hit them accidentally. He doubted it felt good.
Ivan thought about it for a moment. What should he do? He remembered that bastard Volodin, back at the market. Those burning arrows that were falling around everyone, him desperately try to cover Zo so she didn't get hurt. He formed a small one, like a dart, then tied it off and launched it at a wall a few meters away. The spark and small explosion satisfied him. He prepared a handful of weaves for them, each one getting formed more quickly. Ok.
So with Nox at the front Lih next and Ivan at the rear, they headed in and on toward their destination. At Lih's question, he nodded. "Yeah. We're both channeling. Nox has a shield half formed in front of him that is moving ahead of him. Will give us time to react. I have some arrows ready." He also had the bearings in his pocket. They would fly like a bullet through any monster head. It made sense, after Nox explained.
As to who Aria was- the previous owner of the goggles he war- he didn't know. The air began to compress and chill at the same time, the deeper they went. The blinking red light on the map drew closer, but at a snail's pace.
But this was part of the job. The image of a slobbering horde of creatures pouring out from the tunnels onto the streets ended ANY thought of not going. Not on his watch. He took a couple of the pieces Nox had- idly wondering if the man had the proper registration for them. Being Atharim, probably not. Nox had hinted that he was going to doing some work in Domovoi. And Ivan had heard rumors that Domovoi was being placed directly under the Consulate on Channeling. So maybe that meant Nox was gonna have a position with them.
Point being, he was going legit and would have some clout. And still running around with unregistered firearms. Which was mildly amusing.
He wasn't sure about bringing the dog. He loved animals. Bringing them into harms way seemed kinda cruel. Unless..."Not sure I'd like to know what kind of training you've been giving the dog so that it'll handle what we find." It was an offhand comment.
Nox was all decked out Rambo-like or something. He set a pair of goggles down for him. Ivan took it up and tried it on. It was tight against his face and would take some getting used to. The display didn't actually jack up his peripherals either, which had been his first concern. He could see nearly 270 degrees display on the projected screen. He noted the mapping overlay Nox had mentioned, it becoming larger if he focused his eyes on it. Tracking his gaze, then. Nice. And there were the vitals too. Probably pulling pulse and stuff from his temples. Or maybe some vein in the eye. Very nice. He shifted it so that he saw clearly as through glass as he felt the man embrace the power.
It had happened enough that it didn't bother him too much. Well...it was what it was. Nox wove a wall of air, or at least the beginning of one. Ivan filed that away, the idea of preparing weaves in advance. Then a whip of air and fire. That was cool. Course if he started flinging that thing around, he could hit them accidentally. He doubted it felt good.
Ivan thought about it for a moment. What should he do? He remembered that bastard Volodin, back at the market. Those burning arrows that were falling around everyone, him desperately try to cover Zo so she didn't get hurt. He formed a small one, like a dart, then tied it off and launched it at a wall a few meters away. The spark and small explosion satisfied him. He prepared a handful of weaves for them, each one getting formed more quickly. Ok.
So with Nox at the front Lih next and Ivan at the rear, they headed in and on toward their destination. At Lih's question, he nodded. "Yeah. We're both channeling. Nox has a shield half formed in front of him that is moving ahead of him. Will give us time to react. I have some arrows ready." He also had the bearings in his pocket. They would fly like a bullet through any monster head. It made sense, after Nox explained.
As to who Aria was- the previous owner of the goggles he war- he didn't know. The air began to compress and chill at the same time, the deeper they went. The blinking red light on the map drew closer, but at a snail's pace.