02-28-2014, 01:40 PM
Aria had been spending more nights out and less days awake. The couple upstairs were driving her crazy. Every night for the past month they were either fighting or making up. Both were equally hard on Aria's state of mind. So she took to sleeping during the day and wandering the streets at night.
The frigid air of winter allowing Aria to carry both guns and swords with ease and hiding them from view. She got less strange looks this way. Her long coat bundled around her shoulders and legs and a wool cap barely allowing her green eyes to show beneath them. Sadly Aria had yet to find a pair of gloves that would be long enough to cover a good share of her forearms, and allow for the movement required to wield a sword or pull the trigger of a gun with out getting in the way. But she was overly picky about that, she remembered Father Dimitri claiming that she was impossible to shop for. She smiled at the fond memory, there were so few of them growing up.
For the past few nights Aria had been walking the streets of Moscow in a pattern following the streets like a grid, walking the alleys and marking gps points in here wallet of man hole covers and various other objects of note that could be used by the Ijiraq for means of escape. Those things to be checked later.
It was tedious work, and not at all relaxing. She sought one thing and one thing alone, the hunger she had felt the night she'd met Dane, a very strange man who could wield the power of the gods. Aria shook her head as she remembered the feeling. She had yet to find it again. But it didn't matter really if she did find it. She had no way of killing it on her own. The moment it would see her it would vanish in puff of mist and Aria would have to find it all over again.
The newspapers were far from helpful and she'd yet to get permission from the Atharim to gain access to the police reports to see if there was a pattern. Aparently she didn't rank high enough. Red tape was tricky but she'd get it if she bothered them enough. Maybe the hacker girl, Katya was her name, could find the answers for her? But she had not heard back yet from the girl.
Aria's mind wandered as she focused on the hunger. There was nothing but her and the emptiness of the world. Focusing on one thing zeroed out the others, it was the only thing that seemed to help her relax these days. Hunting the Ijiraq was almost better than a good nights sleep.
Edited by Aria, Feb 28 2014, 01:40 PM.
The frigid air of winter allowing Aria to carry both guns and swords with ease and hiding them from view. She got less strange looks this way. Her long coat bundled around her shoulders and legs and a wool cap barely allowing her green eyes to show beneath them. Sadly Aria had yet to find a pair of gloves that would be long enough to cover a good share of her forearms, and allow for the movement required to wield a sword or pull the trigger of a gun with out getting in the way. But she was overly picky about that, she remembered Father Dimitri claiming that she was impossible to shop for. She smiled at the fond memory, there were so few of them growing up.
For the past few nights Aria had been walking the streets of Moscow in a pattern following the streets like a grid, walking the alleys and marking gps points in here wallet of man hole covers and various other objects of note that could be used by the Ijiraq for means of escape. Those things to be checked later.
It was tedious work, and not at all relaxing. She sought one thing and one thing alone, the hunger she had felt the night she'd met Dane, a very strange man who could wield the power of the gods. Aria shook her head as she remembered the feeling. She had yet to find it again. But it didn't matter really if she did find it. She had no way of killing it on her own. The moment it would see her it would vanish in puff of mist and Aria would have to find it all over again.
The newspapers were far from helpful and she'd yet to get permission from the Atharim to gain access to the police reports to see if there was a pattern. Aparently she didn't rank high enough. Red tape was tricky but she'd get it if she bothered them enough. Maybe the hacker girl, Katya was her name, could find the answers for her? But she had not heard back yet from the girl.
Aria's mind wandered as she focused on the hunger. There was nothing but her and the emptiness of the world. Focusing on one thing zeroed out the others, it was the only thing that seemed to help her relax these days. Hunting the Ijiraq was almost better than a good nights sleep.
Edited by Aria, Feb 28 2014, 01:40 PM.