07-01-2014, 10:22 AM
The air under here was cool and dank, a myriad of odors- trash, decay, mildew and others not identifiable- assaulting his nose. With the power pulsing in him, roaring through him, all his senses were enhanced, the room seeming much lighter. He might have enjoyed that enhancement if he were out hiking or maybe with a girl or something. He smiled to himself at the thought. Now that'd be a thing to try. Better not let Ascendancy know, though. No telling what the man might think about his ascendants, or whatever he had called men like them, using the power for...extra-curricular activities. But it was his power too, after all. It wouldn't interfere with his work. But down here, deep in the tunnels with all this decay and human suffering, well, he coulda done with out feeling all that up too close. Most of the time, anyway. Now, he guessed, was as good a time as any to have your senses be power-fied or whatever. So the room was lighter to his eyes, but aside from the flickering orange up ahead, the only sources of light were their flashlights and the worker's lantern. And their flicking about created false impressions of movement. Not too helpful.
Ivan's eardrums felt pressed in upon, the pressure down here palpable, and he looked up again. Relax. Just cuz you can feel the weight of the roof compressing the air down here doesn't mean it's gonna fall. You'd have to have some real shit luck for that to happen now that you're here, when it's been up for what looks like since the days of Lenin or whatever Mikhailov had sad. Taking a breath, he kept going. He was not going to leave his CO out there on his own just because it turned out he had a bit of claustrophobia. He was better than that. In the distance he hear some sort of scuffling- a slip maybe, and then some other unidentifiable sound. Despite the echoes from various directions, Ivan knew that it was up ahead and to their left.
Drayson and Mikhailov started calling out, letting whoever was out there know that there was no danger. Ivan heard no further sounds, which meant that whoever it was didn't believe them. Ivan couldn't blame them. All three of them were big guys, though Mikhailov should probably think about laying off the doughnuts that they put out where ever he worked. Maybe hit a gym too. At least more than once a year, anyway.
Drayson nodded to him that he should cover their back, which he did. If someone did jump out or was a danger, Ivan would be in a better place to respond. He did angle to the left though, murmuring "On your left"
to Drayson. He prepared a weave of air just in case, watching ahead very carefully, stretching out his senses to their limits. The room seemed to come alive to him as he was alert to every changing variable.
As they approached the the tunnel entrances where the flickering orange light was, Ivan heard a slight scratching of something being opened. It too was ahead of them, but not on the left. There were two sources to track now. "Ahead too,"
he whispered to Drayson, his voice loud in his ears.
Hope he's ready.
Edited by Ivan Sarkozy, Jul 1 2014, 10:22 AM.
Ivan's eardrums felt pressed in upon, the pressure down here palpable, and he looked up again. Relax. Just cuz you can feel the weight of the roof compressing the air down here doesn't mean it's gonna fall. You'd have to have some real shit luck for that to happen now that you're here, when it's been up for what looks like since the days of Lenin or whatever Mikhailov had sad. Taking a breath, he kept going. He was not going to leave his CO out there on his own just because it turned out he had a bit of claustrophobia. He was better than that. In the distance he hear some sort of scuffling- a slip maybe, and then some other unidentifiable sound. Despite the echoes from various directions, Ivan knew that it was up ahead and to their left.
Drayson and Mikhailov started calling out, letting whoever was out there know that there was no danger. Ivan heard no further sounds, which meant that whoever it was didn't believe them. Ivan couldn't blame them. All three of them were big guys, though Mikhailov should probably think about laying off the doughnuts that they put out where ever he worked. Maybe hit a gym too. At least more than once a year, anyway.
Drayson nodded to him that he should cover their back, which he did. If someone did jump out or was a danger, Ivan would be in a better place to respond. He did angle to the left though, murmuring "On your left"
to Drayson. He prepared a weave of air just in case, watching ahead very carefully, stretching out his senses to their limits. The room seemed to come alive to him as he was alert to every changing variable.
As they approached the the tunnel entrances where the flickering orange light was, Ivan heard a slight scratching of something being opened. It too was ahead of them, but not on the left. There were two sources to track now. "Ahead too,"
he whispered to Drayson, his voice loud in his ears.
Hope he's ready.
Edited by Ivan Sarkozy, Jul 1 2014, 10:22 AM.