I bleed it out - I've opened up these skies - I'll make you face this
Good evening, Chicago. It's a lovely, brisk evening, and Nikolas Demidov is stepping outside of a rather unremarkable building as he pulls his jacket over his shoulders. His face is relaxed and he looks quite content. He looks pleased. His enterance to town went unnoticed, as he preferred it. There were certain issues he needed to look into, preparations and other little matters.
He has come to Chicago for a number of reasons, none of them worth mentioning, in his mind. He is staying, however, for a very important reason.
Family.
Nikolas is looking forward to seeing his nephew. They haven't spoken in far too long, and he is looking to rectify that. There is nothing terribly pressing right now, in his life, and while he is aware there will be soon...he is ready to devote some time to family.
He is also looking forward to making his nephew's life an unending fall to ruin, filled with pain and decay. Anything and everything Josef Soltini holds dear...it will be a joy to rip it all to shreds. The thought curves his lips further, and he looks positively...happy. He is not. It is not an emotion he has a great deal of familiarity with, but he is lifted by the sense of anticipation.
So, he walks, his eyes taking in the city as though for the first time. He stops, at last, in front of Buckingham Crater. He finds it...interesting. It's almost relaxing.
He has come to Chicago for a number of reasons, none of them worth mentioning, in his mind. He is staying, however, for a very important reason.
Family.
Nikolas is looking forward to seeing his nephew. They haven't spoken in far too long, and he is looking to rectify that. There is nothing terribly pressing right now, in his life, and while he is aware there will be soon...he is ready to devote some time to family.
He is also looking forward to making his nephew's life an unending fall to ruin, filled with pain and decay. Anything and everything Josef Soltini holds dear...it will be a joy to rip it all to shreds. The thought curves his lips further, and he looks positively...happy. He is not. It is not an emotion he has a great deal of familiarity with, but he is lifted by the sense of anticipation.
So, he walks, his eyes taking in the city as though for the first time. He stops, at last, in front of Buckingham Crater. He finds it...interesting. It's almost relaxing.