09-12-2024, 03:32 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-12-2024, 03:37 PM by Michael Vellas.)
In all his time in Moscow many things had happened but this was perhaps the strangest so far. A mysterious call that bypassed all protocol from an extremely influential woman who claimed to be housing a kind of refuge for women who could use the Power outside of the Custody's grasp. She was either very desperate or an incredibly astute judge of character to have contact him. The most likely thing such a call would do would bring the Ascendancy down upon her head.
Of course, he may very well decide to do just that, should she prove untrustworthy, but the idea of powers unconnected to Nikolai was something to be considered. The man had enough power as it was, and Michael did not want to see those with the Power used as weapons and pawns. It was why he had accepted the position he had in the first place. Nikolai was a necessity, and he had done much good for the world but he feared what would happen should one of their kind actually achieve total dominance.
The irony of his attire was not lost on him as he walked towards the location given to him. In movies one would wear a bulky, dark coat hiding in the shadows, yet he was now known for wearing such clothing that it would only make him conspicuous. Instead he wore a slim fitting maroon shirt covered by a similarly coloured jumper and jeans with a white beanie to at least obscure some of his features, although he was not overly concerned about discovery. He had been transported by men he trusted implicitly and had taken precaution with webs to disrupt electronic surveillance. It would take someone specifically tailing him with a high degree of skill to follow through the crowds he wound in and out of to know where he was.
As the building came into view, he kept hold of the power. He was not about to walk into this place defenceless, and Morven had provided some insight into what he could do to protect himself against a woman, should the need arise. With the amount of power he filled himself with, anyone would have a hard time placing a shield around him, and as for a fight, he knew enough. Nonetheless it was a risk, but one he decided was worth taking. Besides, it was good to be back in the city. He had spent too long in the Garden constantly having to watch his back.
He stopped at the the front of a building that looked like some kind of hotel. He looked around, wondering if he had the right place and spotted a woman sitting on the stairs. "Excuse me," he asked politely. "Is this the Belizna?"
Of course, he may very well decide to do just that, should she prove untrustworthy, but the idea of powers unconnected to Nikolai was something to be considered. The man had enough power as it was, and Michael did not want to see those with the Power used as weapons and pawns. It was why he had accepted the position he had in the first place. Nikolai was a necessity, and he had done much good for the world but he feared what would happen should one of their kind actually achieve total dominance.
The irony of his attire was not lost on him as he walked towards the location given to him. In movies one would wear a bulky, dark coat hiding in the shadows, yet he was now known for wearing such clothing that it would only make him conspicuous. Instead he wore a slim fitting maroon shirt covered by a similarly coloured jumper and jeans with a white beanie to at least obscure some of his features, although he was not overly concerned about discovery. He had been transported by men he trusted implicitly and had taken precaution with webs to disrupt electronic surveillance. It would take someone specifically tailing him with a high degree of skill to follow through the crowds he wound in and out of to know where he was.
As the building came into view, he kept hold of the power. He was not about to walk into this place defenceless, and Morven had provided some insight into what he could do to protect himself against a woman, should the need arise. With the amount of power he filled himself with, anyone would have a hard time placing a shield around him, and as for a fight, he knew enough. Nonetheless it was a risk, but one he decided was worth taking. Besides, it was good to be back in the city. He had spent too long in the Garden constantly having to watch his back.
He stopped at the the front of a building that looked like some kind of hotel. He looked around, wondering if he had the right place and spotted a woman sitting on the stairs. "Excuse me," he asked politely. "Is this the Belizna?"
"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."