Ippolit watched the dark, weather-worn man with interest. He seemed different from the other Ocelots. Older, obviously, and near to the first non-blond man the investigators had encountered, but also with a different energy surrounding him - the brink of potential, rather than kinetic. From time to time, his gaze unfocused, as though speaking to someone suspended in the ether. He seemed familiar, somehow, in a way that Rakitin couldn't place. He must have been nearby, to have arrived so soon, but, besides the knocking and a few words, he made no sound at all.
Logic presented an obvious cause.
As soon as Ippolit had come to his conclusion, the Ocelot soldier hissed at them to take cover. rakitin obeyed with alacrity. People like this always showed up for a reason, and it was never wise to take anything they said lightly.
Flame Patrol, he said.
Sparks flared in Rakitin's bloodstream. It was too soon. He'd made no preparations, and he categorically refused to let his anger provoke him to invite disaster. He would watch. And if he saw his chance, well....he would worry about it when it came.
From beneath the table, Rakitin watched the Ocelot soldier approach the door, sidearm drawn.
"Proactive, for a ghost," Ippolit murmured to Nika. It was rare for a spirit to take such an ardent interest in the corporeal beings occupying its abode.
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Date: 2007-06-12 04:22 am (UTC)Logic presented an obvious cause.
As soon as Ippolit had come to his conclusion, the Ocelot soldier hissed at them to take cover. rakitin obeyed with alacrity. People like this always showed up for a reason, and it was never wise to take anything they said lightly.
Flame Patrol, he said.
Sparks flared in Rakitin's bloodstream. It was too soon. He'd made no preparations, and he categorically refused to let his anger provoke him to invite disaster. He would watch. And if he saw his chance, well....he would worry about it when it came.
From beneath the table, Rakitin watched the Ocelot soldier approach the door, sidearm drawn.
"Proactive, for a ghost," Ippolit murmured to Nika. It was rare for a spirit to take such an ardent interest in the corporeal beings occupying its abode.