Hereis just my prologue to my story. It will be very long and everyone on GBWC will be involved in this story, it is kind of like our version of a movie I guess. But, this is just a backround of the villian. I will be continuing this story when I get further insperetion (i.e. the edit pot button). So without further adue:
Ghostbusters West Coast: Russian Roulette
Prologue
Russia
1527
A dark monk arrived at the steps of the palace.
“Halt!” Shouted the palace guard. “What business do you have with the Czarina?”
The monk stopped. His head still down, he removed a small letter from the recesses of his clothing.
“Hrm….hereby grant…..performing the task of…..” The guard murmured allowed. “Right. Excuse me please sir. I had no idea. I mean, these are just guard regulations and-”
“Spare yourself.” Hissed the monk.
The guard quickly resumed his position with a look of fear upon his face. He knew very well not to underestimate the power of this man.
The monk passed the guard, continuing his journey.
Word of his arrival was quickly passed through the guard posts and positions; the man would not be stopped for questioning again.
The well known monk proceeded to the throne room. He would be able to meet with the Czarina, who requested his presence on such short notice.
He had made pretty adequate time; considering his trip from the small village of Astonia, Austria to Moscow, Russia in only 4 days. Then again, his powers preceded his name.
“Please follow me, Sir” A royal guard stated.
The guard escorted the guest to the throne, where he would be announcing his arrival.
“Empress, may I introduce the Honorable-”
“Save it you twit. My husband has gone insane. He is now on his death bed. And now my son is suffering of illness! I have no time for your ridiculous rambling!” She re-directed her sights on her guest. Her tone changed to a more appreciative softness. “Welcome Rasputine. Please, make yourself at home. Allow my daughter to escort you to your room.”
“You are too kind, my Highness. I shall proceed to work after I unpack and change into fresh robes.” Responded Rasputine in a raspy voice which echoed throughout the hall.
“Please do kind sir. I hope your renowned healing powers shall revive my son.” Chimed a hopeful woman.
“I live to serve.”
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And serve Rasputine did. This monk of mysterious powers inherited from a long family line of sorcerer’s was also a man of great persuasion. He soon made the Czarina believe that her son could not survive without him around at all times, so an addressing to leave was out of the question.
Four years passed and Rasputine was able to minimally control the Czarina and her decisions and actions. The royal family and other extremely wealthy family friends and acquaintances began to tire with this solicitor of sorts.
More to come, please give me your thoughts, good and bad. I am used to critiques, seeing as I am also an actor.
-busy writting, Otter