closed starter for @briellefournier !
The safest place for a Lysytsya family member, at any given time, was their own home. It was almost impressive how they had everything a person could possibly imagine hidden somewhere within the manor. The cellar was a maze of sorts, half full of wine while the other half held all things necessary for any kind of emergency. Ivanna should know – she spent an entire summer organizing the entire thing after Ollie went off the grid. The power going out was no problem, not compared to what else lied deep within the contents of the manor now that the sun was going down. Even at home and even while lounging, Ivanna never failed to dress to impress with heels skidding against recently refurbished steps to the basement, subtlety in her own home was never sought. She’s halfway to her destination (a generator tucked in the back corner of the basement beneath the kitchen, respectively) when something feels off. There’s a shift in the air… and it wasn’t just due to the temperature outside anymore.
Gun that’s always holstered at her hip is drawn slowly, kept at her side as eyes scanned the entirety of the visible area around her. Their cellar was by no means cluttered, but it wasn’t exactly empty. A glimpse of blonde is caught and her weapon raised immediately in return, demeanor still as calm as ever as Ivanna’s eyes narrowed at the intruder. “Brielle Fournier,” Ivanna starts as her head cants in the slightest, more curious than not. “I suppose you are not lost, are you?”