05-31-2014, 07:34 PM
There were two basic types of people in areas like this - the predator and the prey - and within moments, everyone knows which one you are. Giovanni had shown these people that he was a predator and he carried himself like one. He stood at his full height and confidence streamed off of him. No one here would touch him.
I am a god. A god with no worshippers.
he thought again.
He moved and leaned against a wall, where he could keep an eye out for anyone stupid enough to try to pick pocket him again and contemplated his next actions. His eyes shifted back and forth watching the entire scene. Prostitutes continued to call out to him, thinking he had money and everyone else gave him a wide berth.
The strong take from the weak, so it's time to claim what is mine...but what is mine?
Giovanni was a foreigner in Russia and the desire to conquer filled him. He had a desire to take what he wanted by force. He knew that trying to attack the CCD in the heart of it's power was a stupid move. Trying at all would be stupid.
Giovanni knew of Nikolai Brandon from his Atharim training. It was hard not to know of the man. He was wealthy and had resources - and a lot of them. No, the CCD would not be his domain. Giovanni wondered, however, if the strong could work together. Could he join with Brandon?
No. Not yet. I need a domain of my own.
To Brandon, Giovanni would be a nobody. He had to make something of himself first. He was strong, but it was likely his domain wouldn't start that way. Like a muscle, he would have to work it to get it stronger. He would need to start small and then build up. Strong enough to merge or conquer.
The question still remained as to where that would be. Why Moscow? What here had caused Giovanni to stop moving? Was there such thing as fate?
All these questions plagued Giovanni's mind, the thoughts suddenly broken by a conversation happening nearby.
"People have been seeing them again. People in camouflage and masks. Some of them are wearing robes...like priests. Some say they have seen altars in the lower levels too"
Giovanni tuned them out, but began to think about what they said.
Sounds like a cult of some sort
he thought.
He pondered that for a moment and then a grin began to spread across his face. Giovanni would take what was his.
Edited by Giovanni Cavelli, May 31 2014, 07:36 PM.
I am a god. A god with no worshippers.
he thought again.
He moved and leaned against a wall, where he could keep an eye out for anyone stupid enough to try to pick pocket him again and contemplated his next actions. His eyes shifted back and forth watching the entire scene. Prostitutes continued to call out to him, thinking he had money and everyone else gave him a wide berth.
The strong take from the weak, so it's time to claim what is mine...but what is mine?
Giovanni was a foreigner in Russia and the desire to conquer filled him. He had a desire to take what he wanted by force. He knew that trying to attack the CCD in the heart of it's power was a stupid move. Trying at all would be stupid.
Giovanni knew of Nikolai Brandon from his Atharim training. It was hard not to know of the man. He was wealthy and had resources - and a lot of them. No, the CCD would not be his domain. Giovanni wondered, however, if the strong could work together. Could he join with Brandon?
No. Not yet. I need a domain of my own.
To Brandon, Giovanni would be a nobody. He had to make something of himself first. He was strong, but it was likely his domain wouldn't start that way. Like a muscle, he would have to work it to get it stronger. He would need to start small and then build up. Strong enough to merge or conquer.
The question still remained as to where that would be. Why Moscow? What here had caused Giovanni to stop moving? Was there such thing as fate?
All these questions plagued Giovanni's mind, the thoughts suddenly broken by a conversation happening nearby.
"People have been seeing them again. People in camouflage and masks. Some of them are wearing robes...like priests. Some say they have seen altars in the lower levels too"
Giovanni tuned them out, but began to think about what they said.
Sounds like a cult of some sort
he thought.
He pondered that for a moment and then a grin began to spread across his face. Giovanni would take what was his.
Edited by Giovanni Cavelli, May 31 2014, 07:36 PM.