07-22-2014, 12:45 AM
The day after Aria's surprise visit was a busy one. By noon, Michael had sent Borodin his more detailed rank structure. It would be a long process, but a necessary one, as he had discovered. The General was quite adept and thorough with his paperwork and it was proving to be an enlightening, if dull experience.
Far from being done, Michael's day took him into the cold streets, wrapped up in a grey coat. Tomorrow, he would pick up his requisitioned vest from the barracks, so a thick singlet - or whatever they called them here in Russia - was the best he could do underneath.
He caught the Metro to Nikolskaya street and started his search in a run down book store tended by an almost as old and run down man. Fortunately he could speak English better than the other storekeepers he had experienced and greeted him with bright eyes contrast to his appearance. "Afternoon Sir! What brings you to Volaskov's Repository?"
Michael shared a brief smile with the man at the choice of name. "Curiosity."
The man laughed. "Ah, a regular scholar! Curiosity is the foundation on which knowledge is built. You will find the sections marked by genre. If you want for anything, just ask!"
Michael nodded at the former statement and gave his thanks at the latter, surveying the store. It was small in comparison to others in the area but well kept in neat rows of shelves precisely catalogued.
It was not hard to find the section on mythology. Most of it was Russian, but he found quite a few dusty leather-bound books of Greek origin.
Michael decided on a selection of three. The store only had two tables, each with two seats where the customer could browse the book but it was more than enough. Taking a seat, he started his search, as fruitless as it may turn out to be.
Edited by Michael Vellas, Jul 22 2014, 12:47 AM.
Far from being done, Michael's day took him into the cold streets, wrapped up in a grey coat. Tomorrow, he would pick up his requisitioned vest from the barracks, so a thick singlet - or whatever they called them here in Russia - was the best he could do underneath.
He caught the Metro to Nikolskaya street and started his search in a run down book store tended by an almost as old and run down man. Fortunately he could speak English better than the other storekeepers he had experienced and greeted him with bright eyes contrast to his appearance. "Afternoon Sir! What brings you to Volaskov's Repository?"
Michael shared a brief smile with the man at the choice of name. "Curiosity."
The man laughed. "Ah, a regular scholar! Curiosity is the foundation on which knowledge is built. You will find the sections marked by genre. If you want for anything, just ask!"
Michael nodded at the former statement and gave his thanks at the latter, surveying the store. It was small in comparison to others in the area but well kept in neat rows of shelves precisely catalogued.
It was not hard to find the section on mythology. Most of it was Russian, but he found quite a few dusty leather-bound books of Greek origin.
Michael decided on a selection of three. The store only had two tables, each with two seats where the customer could browse the book but it was more than enough. Taking a seat, he started his search, as fruitless as it may turn out to be.
Edited by Michael Vellas, Jul 22 2014, 12:47 AM.
"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."