01-29-2010, 01:04 AM
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Snake agreed eagerly when the Aquila suggested they find a route that might save their necks—going back the way they had come seemed somewhat suicidal now. They moved in the other direction to where Snake had seen the path going down into the Valley. It was not the only ridge, of course—there were many other ledges and pathways that led along the mountainsides and led towards the northwestern Wastes and Drifter Bay. Gabriel steered them in that direction, and soon they were moving slowly and quietly amongst the snow-covered ledges and mountain faces.
It would be rather boring to explain all of their goings onward. There was a lot of moving westward, up and down the slopes and valleys, though they mostly got closer to the ground the further they got. Because I would assume they were moving too cautiously for nothing negative to happen, they touched the much more level ground of the foothills in Drifter Bay northwest of Inferni perhaps a few hours later. It was getting later, but not necessarily enough to force Snake back on a journey to the Landfill just yet. His mind was empty as he swept his olive gaze about the empty, gray-tinged grounds before settling upon his leader again. He did not look him in the face (such things were not respectable actions in New Haven—one never looked a Boss in the face without being asked to, or forced to), and instead found himself fixating on the necklace that the Aquila wore. Usually he would not think much on it; he himself wore a necklace that had been put on him by Daisuke in their first meeting, and he had never bothered to take it off. But there was a vague memory that stirred in the solemn shape of the two intersecting lines which caused him to uncharacteristically speak up,
She had talked about it once or twice, but Snake didn't really know much about her and her own beliefs. He knew that she believed in some kind of higher power—he had heard her despairing to Him sometimes in the deepest hours of night—but whether or not it was any kind of organized thing was a totally different story. She had said that her parents had been of vague Russian descent (don't ask me how coyotes got in Russia, just go with it) and that they were roughly from a Russian Orthodox denomination. She had not really agreed with it, but she had kept one cross nonetheless. She did not wear it, but kept it on a loop of leather on her belt. He asked her once and she said it was usually best to be with than without, especially when you never knew what life was going to throw at her. He hadn't questioned it—she did as she needed. He felt no need to argue.
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Snake agreed eagerly when the Aquila suggested they find a route that might save their necks—going back the way they had come seemed somewhat suicidal now. They moved in the other direction to where Snake had seen the path going down into the Valley. It was not the only ridge, of course—there were many other ledges and pathways that led along the mountainsides and led towards the northwestern Wastes and Drifter Bay. Gabriel steered them in that direction, and soon they were moving slowly and quietly amongst the snow-covered ledges and mountain faces.
It would be rather boring to explain all of their goings onward. There was a lot of moving westward, up and down the slopes and valleys, though they mostly got closer to the ground the further they got. Because I would assume they were moving too cautiously for nothing negative to happen, they touched the much more level ground of the foothills in Drifter Bay northwest of Inferni perhaps a few hours later. It was getting later, but not necessarily enough to force Snake back on a journey to the Landfill just yet. His mind was empty as he swept his olive gaze about the empty, gray-tinged grounds before settling upon his leader again. He did not look him in the face (such things were not respectable actions in New Haven—one never looked a Boss in the face without being asked to, or forced to), and instead found himself fixating on the necklace that the Aquila wore. Usually he would not think much on it; he himself wore a necklace that had been put on him by Daisuke in their first meeting, and he had never bothered to take it off. But there was a vague memory that stirred in the solemn shape of the two intersecting lines which caused him to uncharacteristically speak up,
My mother had one of those.From where he was looking, it was obvious that he was speaking of the crucifix.
She had talked about it once or twice, but Snake didn't really know much about her and her own beliefs. He knew that she believed in some kind of higher power—he had heard her despairing to Him sometimes in the deepest hours of night—but whether or not it was any kind of organized thing was a totally different story. She had said that her parents had been of vague Russian descent (don't ask me how coyotes got in Russia, just go with it) and that they were roughly from a Russian Orthodox denomination. She had not really agreed with it, but she had kept one cross nonetheless. She did not wear it, but kept it on a loop of leather on her belt. He asked her once and she said it was usually best to be with than without, especially when you never knew what life was going to throw at her. He hadn't questioned it—she did as she needed. He felt no need to argue.