11-25-2014, 12:40 PM
Bas felt that chill again and looked at her. That whip coiled in her hands. His mouth fell open. "Are you freaking kidding me?!?"
He shook his head grinning. "It's me. It's gotta be me then."
He was teasing.
He listened to her explanation fascinated as he drove to his apartment. He pulled to a stop when they had arrived and he shut the engine off. The deep bass rumble disappeared.
He turned and looked at her and then prayed and seized the power, weaving a single thread of each type. Now that he knew what they were- well more than fire anyway, that one had been easy-he looked at each one. It wasn't like looking with his eyes. Well it was and it wasn't. The threads didn't block his view of Aurora. Now that he thought of them that way, he could see that he was weaving those threads together like a loom made cloth.
But then something occurred to him. "Yeah....this is a bad idea. My whole thing is blowing shit up. I'm pretty sure you don't want me practicing with you here in the car. Come on."
He let go of the power and opened his door.
The building was only a few decades old and was in the nicer part of the red-light district. Didn't have that industrial soviet era architecture of the places he grew up in. The building was owned by the Mordvinov's and only their people lived in it. It was nicely maintained with a doorman out front (and a couple guys with guns in the room next to the entrance) and cameras everywhere. They walked up the carpeted stairs to the second floor and Bas let them into his place.
The apartment was medium sized with white, slate black and deep maroon the dominant color. The kitchen was a bit warmer, with some beige and soft blues and silvers. "Make yourself at home,"
he said gesturing to the dark brown leather couch. "I'll be just a minute."
He went down the hall to his room- maroon, brown and black- and started stripping his clothes off. From his room he called out "So who is this guy you're afraid to meet? Why are you living in that ratty apartment? Doesn't seem your style."
Edited by Sebastian, Nov 25 2014, 02:03 PM.
He shook his head grinning. "It's me. It's gotta be me then."
He was teasing.
He listened to her explanation fascinated as he drove to his apartment. He pulled to a stop when they had arrived and he shut the engine off. The deep bass rumble disappeared.
He turned and looked at her and then prayed and seized the power, weaving a single thread of each type. Now that he knew what they were- well more than fire anyway, that one had been easy-he looked at each one. It wasn't like looking with his eyes. Well it was and it wasn't. The threads didn't block his view of Aurora. Now that he thought of them that way, he could see that he was weaving those threads together like a loom made cloth.
But then something occurred to him. "Yeah....this is a bad idea. My whole thing is blowing shit up. I'm pretty sure you don't want me practicing with you here in the car. Come on."
He let go of the power and opened his door.
The building was only a few decades old and was in the nicer part of the red-light district. Didn't have that industrial soviet era architecture of the places he grew up in. The building was owned by the Mordvinov's and only their people lived in it. It was nicely maintained with a doorman out front (and a couple guys with guns in the room next to the entrance) and cameras everywhere. They walked up the carpeted stairs to the second floor and Bas let them into his place.
The apartment was medium sized with white, slate black and deep maroon the dominant color. The kitchen was a bit warmer, with some beige and soft blues and silvers. "Make yourself at home,"
he said gesturing to the dark brown leather couch. "I'll be just a minute."
He went down the hall to his room- maroon, brown and black- and started stripping his clothes off. From his room he called out "So who is this guy you're afraid to meet? Why are you living in that ratty apartment? Doesn't seem your style."
Edited by Sebastian, Nov 25 2014, 02:03 PM.