08-26-2015, 12:05 PM
The man that picked up Jaxen and seemed like some sort of head of security body guard type warned them about their discussion as if they'd not just spent several hours witnessing weird happen. But he was right, she didn't know them from a hole in the wall - though if he was security she was sure HE understood to keep his mouth shut when his charge was concerned.
Sierra didn't know how powerful the Marveets were, she knew little of politics or the CCD in general despite being part of it her whole life. But bunkers were poor outlets of media. Sierra sighed at her own inner thoughts.
But soon they were in Moscow proper, inside the ritzy and elite houses that were the center of the Moscow privileged folks. Sierra tried not to stare out the window in awe. But everything was so rich and expensive, she could only dream of that. Actually.... she could do more than dream of it, she could walk into any one of their houses at any time if she so desired - in the dream of course. It brought a smile to her lips.
Jaxen offered them a ride anywhere they wanted. It wasn't so much an offer as a statement of fact. Sierra wasn't going to be indebted to the man for yet another ride. Whatever debt he owed her was done. Warmth for even a few minutes was worth helping him stay alive. Cold was not foreign to her, she'd survived worse.
But she didn't get a chance to say anything before a lithe woman in too high heeled shoes waltz her way to the half frozen man - though he looked a billion times better than he had when she'd first met him.
Sierra didn't want to interrupt but she wanted to go before this became more uncomfortable than it already was. This did not look like a happy reunion.
She put on her best smile but didn't look up to meet anyone's eyes as she spoke. Her golden eyes she hoped to hide just a little while longer. "Thank you..."
Sierra stumbled with words, looking for the proper name to use to not inflict too much damage or look like she was lesser, Sierra opted to leave it alone altogether. "Thank you for the ride back to Moscow. I won't be needing a ride, I don't know where I'm going yet anyway."
She smiled at Jaxen, "Don't get caught out in the snow again without any clothes. I would hate to see that shade of blue again."
Sierra nodded politely and hoped they would let her go without a fuss.
Sierra didn't know how powerful the Marveets were, she knew little of politics or the CCD in general despite being part of it her whole life. But bunkers were poor outlets of media. Sierra sighed at her own inner thoughts.
But soon they were in Moscow proper, inside the ritzy and elite houses that were the center of the Moscow privileged folks. Sierra tried not to stare out the window in awe. But everything was so rich and expensive, she could only dream of that. Actually.... she could do more than dream of it, she could walk into any one of their houses at any time if she so desired - in the dream of course. It brought a smile to her lips.
Jaxen offered them a ride anywhere they wanted. It wasn't so much an offer as a statement of fact. Sierra wasn't going to be indebted to the man for yet another ride. Whatever debt he owed her was done. Warmth for even a few minutes was worth helping him stay alive. Cold was not foreign to her, she'd survived worse.
But she didn't get a chance to say anything before a lithe woman in too high heeled shoes waltz her way to the half frozen man - though he looked a billion times better than he had when she'd first met him.
Sierra didn't want to interrupt but she wanted to go before this became more uncomfortable than it already was. This did not look like a happy reunion.
She put on her best smile but didn't look up to meet anyone's eyes as she spoke. Her golden eyes she hoped to hide just a little while longer. "Thank you..."
Sierra stumbled with words, looking for the proper name to use to not inflict too much damage or look like she was lesser, Sierra opted to leave it alone altogether. "Thank you for the ride back to Moscow. I won't be needing a ride, I don't know where I'm going yet anyway."
She smiled at Jaxen, "Don't get caught out in the snow again without any clothes. I would hate to see that shade of blue again."
Sierra nodded politely and hoped they would let her go without a fuss.