Remembering a Friend

[Nox]

Nox was about to tell Pyotr he was gonna go home and do a few other things Bas might have enjoyed but he didn't have the chance when a callous thug spoke to them. "What did you say?"
He reminded Nox very much of the men that Bas might hang out with - his mob friends or whatever they where. He'd been in the Little Kremlin a grand total of once and this man looked exactly like he fit the part.

Nox gave the man a grin and bit back the sarcastic 'I say a lot of things you'll have to be specific,' instead he lifted his beer and tried not to yell over the music that started playing for the next show. "I was toasting a dear departed friend - may he make the devil's life a living hell!"


The man looked him over, as if trying to figure him out. After a moment he said in the same suspicious voice,"Bas...not a common name. Can you describe him?"
He seemed tense for such a chill place like Kallisti. It made Nox wonder what was going on.

Nox shrugged and turned to face the man instead of standing towards Pyotr he didn't like the idea of not being ready for a fight if this turned into one. Sarcasm wanted to slip out of Nox's mouth before he decided he didn't want to fight with this guy. He could probably break him with his power easily but he looked the sort to carry a gun and Nox didn't want to have to test his air shield just now. But just in case Nox pulled the power around him like an old friend. "Honestly, a lot like you."
Nox waved his hand to encompass all of the stranger in front of him. "A Rough and tumble sort of guy. My height, blue eyes, tattoo of the Virgin Mary... here."
Nox pointed to the upper right arm. "He died not too long back in a freak explosion in the Red Light District not far from here."