As Suggested (Ivan and Eva)

[Valentia de la Torres]

Continued from; Coffee and Conversations

Valentia's conversation with Ivan had provided her with much needed clarity. The news was still fresh, that her adoptive sister was a meta-human with great, great potential. But that was the point, wasn't it. That it was so new. They had such little time to act on - the faster they moved, the greater the results. It was a common, logical process.

The Chilean-born Russian had decided it pertinent to take his advice as quickly as possible, so she went with him back to the van Drakke manor.

Before she even walked in, she knew where to find her. Her energy signal, like his, was near-permanently flagged in her mentality. She followed along as he walked, feeling as much urgency as she could rise within her system. But she quelled it; she and Ivan already walked briskly by nature. And she knew, before she even saw the woman, that she would feel the urgency in her. The stress.

But not fear. Never fear.

As they turned the corner, Valentia pressed her lips into a hardened line. All she offered as a greeting was a small nod.

[Anastasia van Drakke]

Eva had only glanced up as the door opened before she was on her feet. Both of the emotive patterns were easy to recognise, but the <urgency/concern/worry> was not. It didn't fit Ivan. As her paramour and their friend reached the sitting room, Eva was already starting forward. She didn't touch Valentia: it was the easiest way to find out what was wrong but contact was still something she avoided around heightened emotion when possible.

"What is it?" she said, eyes drawn to Ivan first as they always were. "What's wrong?"

There were no inguries she could see, and Ivan's <concern> was not immediate, so she turned and went to the drinks cabinet.

Three glasses, and a bottle of vodka were set on the table as she gestured for people to sit. Her own face was creased with other people's worry now as she poured and picked up her own glass as she waited.

[Ivan Avlang]

It was a good thing Valentia was quick to decide on a course of action. Dawdling would have actually made Ivan anxious. And an anxious Ivan was not a happy Ivan. Then again, Ivan and happy just naturally did not go well together.

Throwing <it'sokay/nothing'swrong> to Eva the moment he stepped foot into the house, Ivan went into the sitting room, standing near the window so his beloved could reach out to his friend without him interrupting the atmosphere. He quelled his emotions as best he could, which brought out his Ruh. He let it wander a little, pulling back when it go too far. Those pesky soul-suckers didn't do well with emotions either.

He kept his eyes trained on his Eva and he kept silent.

[Valentia de la Torres]

Valentia's attention was immediately flagged by things as they unfolded. First, she addressed Anastasia's ability by quelling her immediate, albeit minor emotional state as best she could. It was so rare to acknowledge that she felt a thing - she knew the most intricate sliver of recall would be flagged in her system.

The questions asked washed over her, and she briefly pondered how to respond.

Ruh caught her eyes immediately, the purest of energy beings sending electrified jolts through her own nerves. Fortunately, she knew how to block it out once it appeared. Ivan had taken himself out, and she understood why.

Valentia turned her dark eyes to her friend. "A trip to Moscow in the coming days. Are you available?"

[Anastasia van Drakke]

The Ruh caught Eva's attention as she glanced at Ivan, eyebrows raised slightly at what its presence signified. Feeling the ever comforting sensation of his eyes on her, the blonde woman turned back to her friend. The vodka was cold as she sipped, and familiar as ever.

She blinked once, betraying her surprise. One of the few times Ivan had argued with her was about her traveling with him and, later, Valentina, back to Russia. Her safety, the attention she drew, her safety...

That meant this was different.

"I can be," she said after a thoughtful pause, "but I would feel much more comfortable if I knew why you want me to go." Picking up one of the two glasses still untouched on the table, she pressed it towards Ivan and let his fingers touch hers just for a moment. It was grounding, and she offered Val a smile. <open>, she sent, not too strongly, not to overpower but to remind. <trustme>

[Ivan Avlang]

The brief glances from his love and his friend at his Ruh made Ivan pull them in immediately. This was not the time to cause distraction. He could feel the confusion and the surprise from his love that he tried to quell by sending her <idon'tlikeit/iwillprotectyou>. It was never his intention to bring his love on the trip but he knew it was necessary because she was a lot more powerful than her small frame portrayed. He still didn't like bringing her on this trip but he knew they needed the utmost discretion and she was able to give them that.

Brushing his fingers against her and sending <love/thanks> to her, Ivan threw the drink back and placed the glass on the window sill, letting the Chilean do the talking.

[Valentia de la Torres]

Valentia hadn’t stepped away from where she’d stopped. Truthfully, she’d barely moved since falling underneath the eyes of her friends. It had nothing to do with nerves, or stress, or other emotions of the like. She simply hadn’t recognised that she should.

At the very least, she knew Anastasia understood that this was pertinent. It was what she’d been trying to express by asking her to come with them to Russia.

She felt the surge of trust. The notion of reassurance that this was an individual worthy of such a concept. “My sister,” The girl was one she so briefly mentioned to her friends, but the fact that she thought to mention all the same spoke volumes of her importance; “I just received word; she is like us.”

Valentia pressed her lips into a cold line. “Akin to Ivan, Anastasia.”

[Anastasia van Drakke]

For a moment, Anastasia was silent as her eyes, which had softened at the mention of Valentina's sister, narrowed. She felt the familiar sweep of deep-red rage through her head, behind her eyes, through her hands as they tightened around her glass. The rage at what had happened, so long ago now, was quick to rekindle.

It did not matter that Valentina's sister had a family that could hold people accountable. It did not matter.

Her teeth were clenching hard, her jaw white with the strain as she set her glass down and rose to her feet. She had to move, even if all that movement amounted to was restless pacing. "She'll need to be moved," the blonde said as her heels clipped over the floor. "Kocher, or were you thinking of somewhere closer to home?"

Naturally, her steps took her closer to Ivan. <I'llprotectYOU> she sent with a hand on his shoulder. "I can arrange flights immediately. Does she have a passport?"

[Ivan Avlang]

He could almost hear Eva's mind running, her clicking heels an almost comforting sound to Ivan as he watched her pace. At the mention of Kocher, Ivan's eyes briefly wandered over to Valentia, getting the feeling that Kocher was probably the last place she wanted to send her adopted sister.

The message he got from Eva softened him up before he took her hand off his shoulder, squeezing it lightly, sending her <love/need/protected>.

Again, his gaze went to his friend before he finally spoke up. "I don't think there is need for passports." His eyes travelled back down to his love, wondering if he had sent the message across properly, knowing his English still had room to improve.

[Valentia de la Torres]

The anger Anastasia felt was not lost on the Chilean-born Russian. She felt it, in the smallest of waves as the seconds passed by. But she expected it, so surprise was not a subject she wore.

She nodded to the fact - she did need to be moved. But as the word Kocher hit her ears, she felt an electrical pull towards Ivan. Her eyes met his, very briefly. "Much closer."

Again she nodded, this time to Ivan's notion. She hadn't given a thought to passports or anything of the like. "I doubt it she has a passport." She replied. What use would one carry for her?

On instinct, she pressed her hand to her left side. Then the right. She knew what was concealed at each side, but she checked anyway.

"Now, yes?" Valentia asked, switching her gaze between the two. As far as she was concerned, she had everything she needed.

[Anastasia van Drakke]

For a moment, Anastasia was confused until the underlying determination that was rolling off the people in her living room sparked a realisation. They wanted to bring the girl here, and send her to Hammel. That was understandable, and do-able. However, if the emotions in the room were right, and (she almost rolled her eyes) Vel's actions were being read correctly, they didn't plan on using diplomacy.

It was enough to help her focus and cut through the anger, hers and theirs, that was clouding her mind.

"I can arrange a passport," she said to Ivan. It was not a suggestion, not to him. Turning to Valentia she raised a hand. "We can leave soon," she said, "but I've done this before," again her fingers found Ivan's shoulder and squeezed, "and it will be easier in the long run if you let me take care of the legal matters."

The sense of <urgency> was streaming from her friend to break over her skin in waves, making her feel tightly wound and jittery. "A passport, a visa, we need those at least. I can get them, and I can get them quickly. It'll be worth the extra time." Her blue eyes did not sway from her friend's dark ones. "I promise."

[Ivan Avlang]

Knowing that Eva was finally understanding what they were planning on doing had Ivan grimacing, almost a little hesitant that she was going to let them do what they planned to do. Eva was the diplomat in this dynamic, and Ivan had never understood diplomacy, knowing only brute force and sheer determination.

He reminded himself that that was the number one reason why they were here in the first place.

Ivan nodded in acknowledgment when Valentia looked over to him before he focused on Eva again. The way she seemed to naturally take the lead had the Russian sending over <need/lust> towards Eva without even knowing it.

It didn't help that she had wandered over to him and physical contact was made. He didn't need Valentia to think that he wasn't taking this seriously so as much as he wanted to ravish his love right then and there, he held back as much as possible, which was no easy feat as the blonde squeezed his shoulders like that.

The movement coming from Valentia's side caught Ivan's eyes and he couldn't help the lilt his lips carved out. The check for weapons was never necessary. Not for the dark-haired trainer, but the fact that she did still amused Ivan.

He looked over at Eva and then at Valentia, mentally willing the Chilean to agree on that front. He sensed the urgency but Eva knew what she was doing. This was not her first extraction. It wouldn't be her last.

"I will handle transport." Ivan voiced out, already heading over to the home phone, still not trusting cell phones even though Eva had taught him plenty on it.

[Valentia de la Torres]

Still in the same place, Valentia briefly closed her eyes and took a breath. She felt tightly bound; the uncontrollable energy she carried seeping out of her form. It was like a build up, lacking in any real form of release. She felt trapped.

She tried to find the concept of comfort from everything she was being told. Passports. Visas. Legal matters. This wasn't how things worked in her world. There was no such subtlety.

All she heard was that it would take extra time.

Ivan had given himself the task as he moved, procuring some kind of immediate transportation. The world felt in motion around her. It surrounded her in a confusing array. She did things for herself. Silence was often comforting amidst the two, but her dark eyes were searching the empty space in front of her with purpose.

"I can not stand here and do nothing." Valentia finally spoke, her voice elevated a touch.

[Anastasia van Drakke]

Anastasia’s eyes widened as her contact with Ivan let his <want> drive straight through her. She dug her fingers into his shoulder, not enough to hurt (like she could) but enough to make it a clear down, boy as she let him feel her own mild amusement.

It was a much needed change, the minute she let go the <anxiety/concern/frustration> from Valentia had her reaching for her vodka again and taking a long swallow as Ivan made his way to the phone. “Call Vlad at the hanger first,” she called after him, and then turned to Vel.

She didn’t need to say ‘I understand your frustration’ because Vel knew that she could. Instead she held out a hand, slow enough to let the other woman move away if she needed to, and took her hand.

Inhaling sharply, Anastasia’s fingers jerked slightly. Her friend was always so stoic, but there were deeper currents and torrents that tugged and pulled, under the surface.

“There’s nothing you can do right now,” she said, even as she wove through the <worry> and rewove it. <calm/tranquil> “It’ll be taken care of, and we’ll leave as soon as possible. Until then, I suggest you have a drink, or you can go downstairs and meditate.”

It was something Ivan did often to work through particularly nasty emotional surges.

[Ivan Avlang]

The amusement coming from Anastasia made Ivan's lips twitch but nothing else came of it. He knew they had time for that later on but at the moment, a friend was in need. He understood that.

Valentia's outburst, if it could even be called that, had Ivan turning to her with the cordless phone in his hand. "Sit down and drink then." He suggested innocently before going back to his phone call. A few words in Russian, he was off the phone and going into his room to pack his ammunition and a toothbrush.

Once he was done, he went out with his bag over his shoulder. "Vlad was not present. Evgeny will pilot." He stated to Anastasia before going to the car to dump his bag in the back. He wanted to come back into the house but he had way too many nerves all of a sudden. He didn't know what it was but he couldn't stop thinking about the young girl back in his homeland who had no idea what was about to happen.

He was worried.