The sweat beaded around Mik's glass as he listened. The girl- Tenzin- was a tough nut to crack but she had started opening up. Not shy, but not a lot to say. At least with a lot of words.
Well, Mik always had the words. More than enough. And while there would probably be no adventure tonight, that didn't mean there wasn't something for him to find.
The Lady always had something to give, even if it wasn't something you expected or were looking for. His demeanor shifted slightly, withdrawing the overt flirtation for something a bit more real. "Tenzin. Cool. Long way from home, though. Like you, Andre. The city's growing." The CCD being what it was, Moscow being what IT was, and The Ascendency himself walking around and scratching his ass here, well, it drew all kinds of folks.
They swirled into town, streams of people sucked in, into this vortex, sucked down, down, down. He could see it the same way he saw the Lady, way back in his mind, now raising Oriena's eye as if to ask him if he saw what she was doing.
All that pressure, all those people, coming in, getting absorbed, adding all their energy, their hopes and fears, dreams and nightmares...braids of fire swirling into the ground. Add all the magic users- jeez even the government was getting in on the action.
It would not last. Nope. No sir. Could not last. That pressure was building.
No wonder shit was coming out from underground. The wonder, instead, was that there was apparently someone- more than a someone- who were doing something about it.
He downed the last of his vodka before leaning forward to pour himself another. The rumor he'd heard from Pyotr- formerly in the "not too likely" bin had been moved to the "yeah, probably" one. As he prepped his drink, he went on . "Yeah, Ascendency has been busy setting up his own version of Hogwarts or something. Drawing them in, now, too. There's even a wizarding consul now. Dumble Ass or some such." He'd seen the pictures. Talk about a douche. "Be nice if him and Gandalf actually did something about the wierdness. Not right to leave it just to you." His met her eye. "That is you, right? You and your girl? This a legit club or something?"
Well, Mik always had the words. More than enough. And while there would probably be no adventure tonight, that didn't mean there wasn't something for him to find.
The Lady always had something to give, even if it wasn't something you expected or were looking for. His demeanor shifted slightly, withdrawing the overt flirtation for something a bit more real. "Tenzin. Cool. Long way from home, though. Like you, Andre. The city's growing." The CCD being what it was, Moscow being what IT was, and The Ascendency himself walking around and scratching his ass here, well, it drew all kinds of folks.
They swirled into town, streams of people sucked in, into this vortex, sucked down, down, down. He could see it the same way he saw the Lady, way back in his mind, now raising Oriena's eye as if to ask him if he saw what she was doing.
All that pressure, all those people, coming in, getting absorbed, adding all their energy, their hopes and fears, dreams and nightmares...braids of fire swirling into the ground. Add all the magic users- jeez even the government was getting in on the action.
It would not last. Nope. No sir. Could not last. That pressure was building.
No wonder shit was coming out from underground. The wonder, instead, was that there was apparently someone- more than a someone- who were doing something about it.
He downed the last of his vodka before leaning forward to pour himself another. The rumor he'd heard from Pyotr- formerly in the "not too likely" bin had been moved to the "yeah, probably" one. As he prepped his drink, he went on . "Yeah, Ascendency has been busy setting up his own version of Hogwarts or something. Drawing them in, now, too. There's even a wizarding consul now. Dumble Ass or some such." He'd seen the pictures. Talk about a douche. "Be nice if him and Gandalf actually did something about the wierdness. Not right to leave it just to you." His met her eye. "That is you, right? You and your girl? This a legit club or something?"
"Good and ill.
We're like the wind,
we blows both ways."
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods