Cover Your Eyes

[olyabird]

Olga slips in the lakeside door, shaking the wet snow off her coat and heading for the fireplace.   There's a hint of a smile on her lips as she settles into one of the overstuffed chairs, peeling off her gloves and scarf.  A passing wait rat brings her her usual Turkish coffee, waiting to accept its tip in silver coins.

Her meeting with Eduard has

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[waylostandfound]

Nathan was around, having a light lunch that he was just finishing. He noticed the sign in passing, and eyed it.

"You another who sees the future then?"

[olyabird]

Olga looks up from her coffee to see the gentleman at the table.

"I see many things, the future among them."

[waylostandfound]

Nathan got up and approached her table.

"You paint, get visions what?"

[olyabird]

Olga quirks an eyebrow at him, and after a long moment, she gestures to the chair opposite her own.

"It all depends on the person for whom I am scrying."

[waylostandfound]

He considered it, and then sat down.

"Right. And this is probably where you say you can say more but you need to see some money first?"

[olyabird]

Olga gives him a pointed look.

"I suppose you would expect your plumber to do his work for free as well?"

[waylostandfound]

He shook his head, and pursed his lips for a moment.

"Not at all, just working out the terms of the business deal."

[olyabird]

"Traditionally, silver or gold must cross my palm. For you, American dollars will do just fine."

[waylostandfound]

Nathan nodded and got up a moment to ask the bar for something. He knew he added to his tab some when he could pay while he was alive.

He stepped back with some cash in hand.

"Here," Passing it to her as he sat back down.

[olyabird]

She takes the bills, folding them in half and pocketing them without even counting them.

"Do you have something that you carry with you every day? Or frequently?"

[waylostandfound]

Nathan glanced down at his ring. His Naval Academy class ring on his hand, and considered it.

"This." He took it off, and handed it to her. He can still keep on her from here, something in his face suggesting a falcon.

Or a shark.

[olyabird]

An owl has no fear of the falcon. And a leviathan has no fear of the shark.

She takes the ring, rolling it from palm to palm, trying to find the thread to its counterpart in the Gloom.

She looks at him and blinks. "You. You are not done yet. Or should I say, the world is not done with you."

[waylostandfound]

Nathan blinked, "I don't have that ability though. Pretty sure I'm dead this time."

[olyabird]

"This time?" She laughs. She slips the ring onto her finger, smiling as she watches the scene play out before her eyes.

"You stood on a platform, Congressman. And the conductor -- a gaunt man in a pale suit, grey hair and a beard -- he laughed as he asked if you were ready to board. You declined."

"And then you drew air into your lungs and blood flowed into the chambers of your heart. It is that simple."

[waylostandfound]

Nathan frowned at that, "Gaunt man?" An image of Linderman, popped into his mind. But he's dead, why should that matter now?

"And I stepped down from my seat. I'm not a Congressman. Not anymore."

[olyabird]

Olga gives him a half shrug, still turning the ring on her finger. These things make no difference to her.

"You are not done yet, Mr. Petrelli. Someone needs you yet."

She leans forward to hand the ring back to him.