JULY 9, 2014.
Post by Ville Le'Valiér on Jan 20, 2014 5:13:29 GMT -5
ITALY; DISTRICT OF ROME
TEN MILES OUT OF THE CITY
The night that had begun with Ville entering Minerva's bedroom in the province village had ended and become a day, sunshine illuminating the last miles the convoy of cars had to finish.
Minerva had been right in her uneducated guess that it would take at least a couple of hours to get to the new location. Throughout the drive, no-one said anything. Neither Ville who had taken a seat on the bench next to her nor the driver and the masked soldier on the seat infront of her. Music had not been played and no window had been opened. The drive had been a methodical transportation from point A to point B.
It was logical to assume that these people weren't much for small-talk, especially considering that there was a 'stranger' among them, someone who did not deserve the same amount of trust that this tightly-formed combat unit relied on to get their job done.
Rome had been visible from miles away. The city lay upon seven hills, each one crowded with buildings. It crowned the surrounding valley. While it lacked the skylines of business centers, it was rich with church towers and tall pillars depicting holy figures. One could not help but to notice it as an accumulation of civilization, even from their current position. The fact that they were physically elevated did help their eyes, for they drove along a hillscape even taller than the city in the distance. Moving in a curve from the North of the city to the East, they retained a certain distance. Apparently their direct location was not the city itself.
Climbing a couple of mountains - mountains that weren't high enough to be crowned by snow -- the triplet of cars eventually came upon a plateau nestled within this world of stone. The street that had curled along the outside of the natural elevation came to a stop and produced a simple point of access. There was a gate made from welded iron. A single symbol upon it bore an inscription and a figure equipped with shield and sword.
Upon silent command, the gate opened and revealed a paved street. This lane of movement only accompanied them for another minute or two. Making it through a garden of considerable beauty -- with a decided lack of pompousness -- they were brought before an old-fashioned house. A mixture of villa and castle, it seemed to fit the kind of woman Ville seemed to be, even through it was not her house.
The fact that they'd been driving into a one-way street would've given it away to a wake mind, but Ville underlined the fact regardless, "We're here," she announced, the car coming to a halt. She opened the door of her car and her heels stepped loudly upon the paved front court. "Get out. Grab your stuff," she ordered. Despite the house's lordly appearance, there would be no-one to take care of Minerva's luggage. What an awful hotel.
Sunlight greeted them, Ville's head seeking it with almost a small smile, if only for a second. Moments later, she re-oriented herself to look through the gardens which formed a corridor of sight, right upon he city of Rome a couple of miles away from them, placed below the hill-side mansion like a jewel in a valley with a river. Only this jewel had been stained. Thick pillars of smoke rose into the sky from multiple locations into the city. Despite the distance, one would be able to tell that wide-spread destruction had befallen the sea of houses. The largest part of the city that had not been destroyed was the Vatican itself. Barriers had protected it from the onslaught of the Sternritter, and demonically, they had put their frustration to use by destroying the city that surrounded their real target.
These pictures weren't much different from the video images international TV had shown to Minerva hours ago, only this time she had no way of doubting their credibility. Before her was the reality of a destroyed city whose population measured within the millions. Of course, she could still deny the fact that Phoebe and her friends were behind this. Her reckoning and moment of truth would come, however.
Icing out off the stare toward the city, Ville turned to the girl. The cars had driven off, entering a curve that led them around the villa They disappeared from sight. "This is Castel Sant'Argo. Let's get you a room."
And so, they were on the move once again, stepping toward the castle's doors.
TEN MILES OUT OF THE CITY
The night that had begun with Ville entering Minerva's bedroom in the province village had ended and become a day, sunshine illuminating the last miles the convoy of cars had to finish.
Minerva had been right in her uneducated guess that it would take at least a couple of hours to get to the new location. Throughout the drive, no-one said anything. Neither Ville who had taken a seat on the bench next to her nor the driver and the masked soldier on the seat infront of her. Music had not been played and no window had been opened. The drive had been a methodical transportation from point A to point B.
It was logical to assume that these people weren't much for small-talk, especially considering that there was a 'stranger' among them, someone who did not deserve the same amount of trust that this tightly-formed combat unit relied on to get their job done.
Rome had been visible from miles away. The city lay upon seven hills, each one crowded with buildings. It crowned the surrounding valley. While it lacked the skylines of business centers, it was rich with church towers and tall pillars depicting holy figures. One could not help but to notice it as an accumulation of civilization, even from their current position. The fact that they were physically elevated did help their eyes, for they drove along a hillscape even taller than the city in the distance. Moving in a curve from the North of the city to the East, they retained a certain distance. Apparently their direct location was not the city itself.
Climbing a couple of mountains - mountains that weren't high enough to be crowned by snow -- the triplet of cars eventually came upon a plateau nestled within this world of stone. The street that had curled along the outside of the natural elevation came to a stop and produced a simple point of access. There was a gate made from welded iron. A single symbol upon it bore an inscription and a figure equipped with shield and sword.
Upon silent command, the gate opened and revealed a paved street. This lane of movement only accompanied them for another minute or two. Making it through a garden of considerable beauty -- with a decided lack of pompousness -- they were brought before an old-fashioned house. A mixture of villa and castle, it seemed to fit the kind of woman Ville seemed to be, even through it was not her house.
The fact that they'd been driving into a one-way street would've given it away to a wake mind, but Ville underlined the fact regardless, "We're here," she announced, the car coming to a halt. She opened the door of her car and her heels stepped loudly upon the paved front court. "Get out. Grab your stuff," she ordered. Despite the house's lordly appearance, there would be no-one to take care of Minerva's luggage. What an awful hotel.
Sunlight greeted them, Ville's head seeking it with almost a small smile, if only for a second. Moments later, she re-oriented herself to look through the gardens which formed a corridor of sight, right upon he city of Rome a couple of miles away from them, placed below the hill-side mansion like a jewel in a valley with a river. Only this jewel had been stained. Thick pillars of smoke rose into the sky from multiple locations into the city. Despite the distance, one would be able to tell that wide-spread destruction had befallen the sea of houses. The largest part of the city that had not been destroyed was the Vatican itself. Barriers had protected it from the onslaught of the Sternritter, and demonically, they had put their frustration to use by destroying the city that surrounded their real target.
These pictures weren't much different from the video images international TV had shown to Minerva hours ago, only this time she had no way of doubting their credibility. Before her was the reality of a destroyed city whose population measured within the millions. Of course, she could still deny the fact that Phoebe and her friends were behind this. Her reckoning and moment of truth would come, however.
Icing out off the stare toward the city, Ville turned to the girl. The cars had driven off, entering a curve that led them around the villa They disappeared from sight. "This is Castel Sant'Argo. Let's get you a room."
And so, they were on the move once again, stepping toward the castle's doors.
