[center][h2]Jericho Joranis|Ruins of Moscow[/h2][/center]

Jericho was even with Anastasia, his pistols leading the way around every corner and into every room, his armor monitoring the radiation and his vitals. If he felt like it, and it wasn't a bad idea, he could set up the armor to monitor the entire crew. Well, the human and Furlyne members anyways. The Unnamed probably had their own ways of keeping healthy that Jericho wouldn't get. At the mention of ghosts and Valerius's sudden demeanor change, Jericho laughed. [color=Turquoise]"The whole damn planet's got ghosts, Miss Ana. Work crews over in the former US report strange things all the time and with the amount of radiation here in Russia, it could take decades before they start making serious headway here. But it's not the ghosts you want to worry about,"[/color] Jericho peeks around a corner at an intersection, thoroughly clearing it, before continuing, [color=Turquoise]"it's the beasties the radiation has created."[/color]

And that wasn't even taking into account the giant fucking spider they were chasing that was an added outside element. [color=Turquoise][i]Feels like Agnor Prime all over again...[/i][/color] Looking around at all the ruined buildings, he can remember just twenty years prior, when his dad was on vacation, they visited important cities around Earth. Moscow had been their second to last start and as a child, he'd been so fascinated with how everything was different from where he lived in Boise. Now all that was left to remind him of that child hood memory was rubble and ruins. [color=Turquoise]"Deus misereatur,"[/color] was all he said under his breath.