His mind was starting to melt as it went in pointless circles. Echowix had loudly proclaimed to the entire world the existence of many things, and in such a public place. Was she trying to intentionally doom them, like a malevolent being laughing at the puppets she kept on strings? Or perhaps she was merely incompetent? The latter seemed unlikely, surely. Something else? An unfamiliarity with how quickly information spreads around the world? Or we're they truly in just such a desperate situation that it now called for just blatant announcements? "It just doesn't make sense!"
he hissed, scrolling down the tablet sitting on his lap. The first class flight to Rome had probably been an expensive one, last minute trips were always expensive, but he'd grown used to not having to look at his expenses account. His father, for all his blustering, would make sure there was enough in the piggy bank for this. He sighed, laying back against the soft headrest as he listened to the pronouncement one more time. "~ you may be given your house’s only chance of remaining as this realm begins to collapse. Make haste and fight well." "Это просто пиздец."


He stretched out on the sofa in his middling hotel room, he was thankful to be down out of the sky now, it was just, so open up there. Sure the plane was pressurized, but looking out the windows always would give him a chill. Could he really spend some time recuperating before heading over to the coliseum? Perhaps he should press Xainayne for some advice, even if it meant a reprisal, this was important after all. With another sigh he stood, flicking his overgrown fringe to one side. Somewhere dark makes this easier.
he thought, scanning the room. His eyes fell upon the walk-in closet that he would surely have to remain in. Was there some joke to be had here? Closing the door behind him, he tried to shift to that place. Nothing. Cold ran down his back again. Try it again.
Nothing. A busy signal? Could such things even have something like that? Maybe time is shorter than you think . .
Panic welled up inside him as he stormed out of the tiny space, looking for his coat. It was still bright out, but what could he do?

"Sorry, Mister, Sir. No go there. Only here. Photo okay!"
Proffering the Coliseums pamphlet and shepherding him away from the closed off staircase that lead down into the coliseum proper. He'd managed to get a ticket despite the crowd here, and these blasted security guards could barely speak all that much English, let alone Russian. He couldn't help but feel as if he had needed to get down there. Something about this place was, buzzing? And he could faintly smell, a barbecue? The coals were hardly an unusual smell around tourist traps, but there were no meat stands he could see in here. No matter. It only pushed his need to act further, but he couldn't just hop on down in front of the guards. To top it all off he had received a text message from his father as he rode in the taxi, "Check last nights news."
. A professor had been making wild claims about some ancient blades he had found, and the media was lapping it up. Was he crazy? Had he actually found proof of aliens, or some other beings? An elaborate hoax for marketing? The story was starting to go viral, but people would probably remain skeptical for the moment. He had to get in, now. "Gift shop? Damnit, uhh. Regali, negozio?"
he spoke unsure, perhaps he should have spent more time learning various languages. Looking a little relieved, one of the two guards guided him around the corner to a gift shop, smiling and nodding as he was finally no longer their problem. "I'll find a way down there when they move off."

His mind was starting to melt as it went in pointless circles. Echowix had loudly proclaimed to the entire world the existence of many things, and in such a public place. Was she trying to intentionally doom them, like a malevolent being laughing at the puppets she kept on strings? Or perhaps she was merely incompetent? The latter seemed unlikely, surely. Something else? An unfamiliarity with how quickly information spreads around the world? Or we're they truly in just such a desperate situation that it now called for just blatant announcements? "It just doesn't make sense!"
he hissed, scrolling down the tablet sitting on his lap. The first class flight to Rome had probably been an expensive one, last minute trips were always expensive, but he'd grown used to not having to look at his expenses account. His father, for all his blustering, would make sure there was enough in the piggy bank for this. He sighed, laying back against the soft headrest as he listened to the pronouncement one more time. "~ you may be given your house’s only chance of remaining as this realm begins to collapse. Make haste and fight well." "Это просто пиздец."


He stretched out on the sofa in his middling hotel room, he was thankful to be down out of the sky now, it was just, so open up there. Sure the plane was pressurized, but looking out the windows always would give him a chill. Could he really spend some time recuperating before heading over to the coliseum? Perhaps he should press Xainayne for some advice, even if it meant a reprisal, this was important after all. With another sigh he stood, flicking his overgrown fringe to one side. Somewhere dark makes this easier.
he thought, scanning the room. His eyes fell upon the walk-in closet that he would surely have to remain in. Was there some joke to be had here? Closing the door behind him, he tried to shift to that place. Nothing. Cold ran down his back again. Try it again.
Nothing. A busy signal? Could such things even have something like that? Maybe time is shorter than you think . .
Panic welled up inside him as he stormed out of the tiny space, looking for his coat. It was still bright out, but what could he do?

"Sorry, Mister, Sir. No go there. Only here. Photo okay!"
Proffering the Coliseums pamphlet and shepherding him away from the closed off staircase that lead down into the coliseum proper. He'd managed to get a ticket despite the crowd here, and these blasted security guards could barely speak all that much English, let alone Russian. He couldn't help but feel as if he had needed to get down there. Something about this place was, buzzing? And he could faintly smell, a barbecue? The coals were hardly an unusual smell around tourist traps, but there were no meat stands he could see in here. No matter. It only pushed his need to act further, but he couldn't just hop on down in front of the guards. To top it all off he had received a text message from his father as he rode in the taxi, "Check last nights news."
. A professor had been making wild claims about some ancient blades he had found, and the media was lapping it up. Was he crazy? Had he actually found proof of aliens, or some other beings? An elaborate hoax for marketing? The story was starting to go viral, but people would probably remain skeptical for the moment. He had to get in, now. "Gift shop? Damnit, uhh. Regali, negozio?"
he spoke unsure, perhaps he should have spent more time learning various languages. Looking a little relieved, one of the two guards guided him around the corner to a gift shop, smiling and nodding as he was finally no longer their problem. "I'll find a way down there when they move off."

His mind was starting to melt as it went in pointless circles. Echowix had loudly proclaimed to the entire world the existence of many things, and in such a public place. Was she trying to intentionally doom them, like a malevolent being laughing at the puppets she kept on strings? Or perhaps she was merely incompetent? The latter seemed unlikely, surely. Something else? An unfamiliarity with how quickly information spreads around the world? Or we're they truly in just such a desperate situation that it now called for just blatant announcements? "It just doesn't make sense!"
he hissed, scrolling down the tablet sitting on his lap. The first class flight to Rome had probably been an expensive one, last minute trips were always expensive, but he'd grown used to not having to look at his expenses account. His father, for all his blustering, would make sure there was enough in the piggy bank for this. He sighed, laying back against the soft headrest as he listened to the pronouncement one more time. "~ you may be given your house’s only chance of remaining as this realm begins to collapse. Make haste and fight well." "Это просто пиздец."


He stretched out on the sofa in his middling hotel room, he was thankful to be down out of the sky now, it was just, so open up there. Sure the plane was pressurized, but looking out the windows always would give him a chill. Could he really spend some time recuperating before heading over to the coliseum? Perhaps he should press Xainayne for some advice, even if it meant a reprisal, this was important after all. With another sigh he stood, flicking his overgrown fringe to one side. Somewhere dark makes this easier.
he thought, scanning the room. His eyes fell upon the walk-in closet that he would surely have to remain in. Was there some joke to be had here? Closing the door behind him, he tried to shift to that place. Nothing. Cold ran down his back again. Try it again.
Nothing. A busy signal? Could such things even have something like that? Maybe time is shorter than you think . .
Panic welled up inside him as he stormed out of the tiny space, looking for his coat. It was still bright out, but what could he do?

"Sorry, Mister, Sir. No go there. Only here. Photo okay!"
Proffering the Coliseums pamphlet and shepherding him away from the closed off staircase that lead down into the coliseum proper. He'd managed to get a ticket despite the crowd here, and these blasted security guards could barely speak all that much English, let alone Russian. He couldn't help but feel as if he had needed to get down there. Something about this place was, buzzing? And he could faintly smell, a barbecue? The coals were hardly an unusual smell around tourist traps, but there were no meat stands he could see in here. No matter. It only pushed his need to act further, but he couldn't just hop on down in front of the guards. To top it all off he had received a text message from his father as he rode in the taxi, "Check last nights news."
. A professor had been making wild claims about some ancient blades he had found, and the media was lapping it up. Was he crazy? Had he actually found proof of aliens, or some other beings? An elaborate hoax for marketing? The story was starting to go viral, but people would probably remain skeptical for the moment. He had to get in, now. "Gift shop? Damnit, uhh. Regali, negozio?"
he spoke unsure, perhaps he should have spent more time learning various languages. Looking a little relieved, one of the two guards guided him around the corner to a gift shop, smiling and nodding as he was finally no longer their problem. "I'll find a way down there when they move off."

His mind was starting to melt as it went in pointless circles. Echowix had loudly proclaimed to the entire world the existence of many things, and in such a public place. Was she trying to intentionally doom them, like a malevolent being laughing at the puppets she kept on strings? Or perhaps she was merely incompetent? The latter seemed unlikely, surely. Something else? An unfamiliarity with how quickly information spreads around the world? Or we're they truly in just such a desperate situation that it now called for just blatant announcements? "It just doesn't make sense!"
he hissed, scrolling down the tablet sitting on his lap. The first class flight to Rome had probably been an expensive one, last minute trips were always expensive, but he'd grown used to not having to look at his expenses account. His father, for all his blustering, would make sure there was enough in the piggy bank for this. He sighed, laying back against the soft headrest as he listened to the pronouncement one more time. "~ you may be given your house’s only chance of remaining as this realm begins to collapse. Make haste and fight well." "Это просто пиздец."


He stretched out on the sofa in his middling hotel room, he was thankful to be down out of the sky now, it was just, so open up there. Sure the plane was pressurized, but looking out the windows always would give him a chill. Could he really spend some time recuperating before heading over to the coliseum? Perhaps he should press Xainayne for some advice, even if it meant a reprisal, this was important after all. With another sigh he stood, flicking his overgrown fringe to one side. Somewhere dark makes this easier.
he thought, scanning the room. His eyes fell upon the walk-in closet that he would surely have to remain in. Was there some joke to be had here? Closing the door behind him, he tried to shift to that place. Nothing. Cold ran down his back again. Try it again.
Nothing. A busy signal? Could such things even have something like that? Maybe time is shorter than you think . .
Panic welled up inside him as he stormed out of the tiny space, looking for his coat. It was still bright out, but what could he do?

"Sorry, Mister, Sir. No go there. Only here. Photo okay!"
Proffering the Coliseums pamphlet and shepherding him away from the closed off staircase that lead down into the coliseum proper. He'd managed to get a ticket despite the crowd here, and these blasted security guards could barely speak all that much English, let alone Russian. He couldn't help but feel as if he had needed to get down there. Something about this place was, buzzing? And he could faintly smell, a barbecue? The coals were hardly an unusual smell around tourist traps, but there were no meat stands he could see in here. No matter. It only pushed his need to act further, but he couldn't just hop on down in front of the guards. To top it all off he had received a text message from his father as he rode in the taxi, "Check last nights news."
. A professor had been making wild claims about some ancient blades he had found, and the media was lapping it up. Was he crazy? Had he actually found proof of aliens, or some other beings? An elaborate hoax for marketing? The story was starting to go viral, but people would probably remain skeptical for the moment. He had to get in, now. "Gift shop? Damnit, uhh. Regali, negozio?"
he spoke unsure, perhaps he should have spent more time learning various languages. Looking a little relieved, one of the two guards guided him around the corner to a gift shop, smiling and nodding as he was finally no longer their problem. "I'll find a way down there when they move off."

His mind was starting to melt as it went in pointless circles. Echowix had loudly proclaimed to the entire world the existence of many things, and in such a public place. Was she trying to intentionally doom them, like a malevolent being laughing at the puppets she kept on strings? Or perhaps she was merely incompetent? The latter seemed unlikely, surely. Something else? An unfamiliarity with how quickly information spreads around the world? Or we're they truly in just such a desperate situation that it now called for just blatant announcements? "It just doesn't make sense!"
he hissed, scrolling down the tablet sitting on his lap. The first class flight to Rome had probably been an expensive one, last minute trips were always expensive, but he'd grown used to not having to look at his expenses account. His father, for all his blustering, would make sure there was enough in the piggy bank for this. He sighed, laying back against the soft headrest as he listened to the pronouncement one more time. "~ you may be given your house’s only chance of remaining as this realm begins to collapse. Make haste and fight well." "Это просто пиздец."


He stretched out on the sofa in his middling hotel room, he was thankful to be down out of the sky now, it was just, so open up there. Sure the plane was pressurized, but looking out the windows always would give him a chill. Could he really spend some time recuperating before heading over to the coliseum? Perhaps he should press Xainayne for some advice, even if it meant a reprisal, this was important after all. With another sigh he stood, flicking his overgrown fringe to one side. Somewhere dark makes this easier.
he thought, scanning the room. His eyes fell upon the walk-in closet that he would surely have to remain in. Was there some joke to be had here? Closing the door behind him, he tried to shift to that place. Nothing. Cold ran down his back again. Try it again.
Nothing. A busy signal? Could such things even have something like that? Maybe time is shorter than you think . .
Panic welled up inside him as he stormed out of the tiny space, looking for his coat. It was still bright out, but what could he do?

"Sorry, Mister, Sir. No go there. Only here. Photo okay!"
Proffering the Coliseums pamphlet and shepherding him away from the closed off staircase that lead down into the coliseum proper. He'd managed to get a ticket despite the crowd here, and these blasted security guards could barely speak all that much English, let alone Russian. He couldn't help but feel as if he had needed to get down there. Something about this place was, buzzing? And he could faintly smell, a barbecue? The coals were hardly an unusual smell around tourist traps, but there were no meat stands he could see in here. No matter. It only pushed his need to act further, but he couldn't just hop on down in front of the guards. To top it all off he had received a text message from his father as he rode in the taxi, "Check last nights news."
. A professor had been making wild claims about some ancient blades he had found, and the media was lapping it up. Was he crazy? Had he actually found proof of aliens, or some other beings? An elaborate hoax for marketing? The story was starting to go viral, but people would probably remain skeptical for the moment. He had to get in, now. "Gift shop? Damnit, uhh. Regali, negozio?"
he spoke unsure, perhaps he should have spent more time learning various languages. Looking a little relieved, one of the two guards guided him around the corner to a gift shop, smiling and nodding as he was finally no longer their problem. "I'll find a way down there when they move off."

His mind was starting to melt as it went in pointless circles. Echowix had loudly proclaimed to the entire world the existence of many things, and in such a public place. Was she trying to intentionally doom them, like a malevolent being laughing at the puppets she kept on strings? Or perhaps she was merely incompetent? The latter seemed unlikely, surely. Something else? An unfamiliarity with how quickly information spreads around the world? Or we're they truly in just such a desperate situation that it now called for just blatant announcements? "It just doesn't make sense!"
he hissed, scrolling down the tablet sitting on his lap. The first class flight to Rome had probably been an expensive one, last minute trips were always expensive, but he'd grown used to not having to look at his expenses account. His father, for all his blustering, would make sure there was enough in the piggy bank for this. He sighed, laying back against the soft headrest as he listened to the pronouncement one more time. "~ you may be given your house’s only chance of remaining as this realm begins to collapse. Make haste and fight well." "Это просто пиздец."


He stretched out on the sofa in his middling hotel room, he was thankful to be down out of the sky now, it was just, so open up there. Sure the plane was pressurized, but looking out the windows always would give him a chill. Could he really spend some time recuperating before heading over to the coliseum? Perhaps he should press Xainayne for some advice, even if it meant a reprisal, this was important after all. With another sigh he stood, flicking his overgrown fringe to one side. Somewhere dark makes this easier.
he thought, scanning the room. His eyes fell upon the walk-in closet that he would surely have to remain in. Was there some joke to be had here? Closing the door behind him, he tried to shift to that place. Nothing. Cold ran down his back again. Try it again.
Nothing. A busy signal? Could such things even have something like that? Maybe time is shorter than you think . .
Panic welled up inside him as he stormed out of the tiny space, looking for his coat. It was still bright out, but what could he do?

"Sorry, Mister, Sir. No go there. Only here. Photo okay!"
Proffering the Coliseums pamphlet and shepherding him away from the closed off staircase that lead down into the coliseum proper. He'd managed to get a ticket despite the crowd here, and these blasted security guards could barely speak all that much English, let alone Russian. He couldn't help but feel as if he had needed to get down there. Something about this place was, buzzing? And he could faintly smell, a barbecue? The coals were hardly an unusual smell around tourist traps, but there were no meat stands he could see in here. No matter. It only pushed his need to act further, but he couldn't just hop on down in front of the guards. To top it all off he had received a text message from his father as he rode in the taxi, "Check last nights news."
. A professor had been making wild claims about some ancient blades he had found, and the media was lapping it up. Was he crazy? Had he actually found proof of aliens, or some other beings? An elaborate hoax for marketing? The story was starting to go viral, but people would probably remain skeptical for the moment. He had to get in, now. "Gift shop? Damnit, uhh. Regali, negozio?"
he spoke unsure, perhaps he should have spent more time learning various languages. Looking a little relieved, one of the two guards guided him around the corner to a gift shop, smiling and nodding as he was finally no longer their problem. "I'll find a way down there when they move off."

His mind was starting to melt as it went in pointless circles. Echowix had loudly proclaimed to the entire world the existence of many things, and in such a public place. Was she trying to intentionally doom them, like a malevolent being laughing at the puppets she kept on strings? Or perhaps she was merely incompetent? The latter seemed unlikely, surely. Something else? An unfamiliarity with how quickly information spreads around the world? Or we're they truly in just such a desperate situation that it now called for just blatant announcements? "It just doesn't make sense!"
he hissed, scrolling down the tablet sitting on his lap. The first class flight to Rome had probably been an expensive one, last minute trips were always expensive, but he'd grown used to not having to look at his expenses account. His father, for all his blustering, would make sure there was enough in the piggy bank for this. He sighed, laying back against the soft headrest as he listened to the pronouncement one more time. "~ you may be given your house’s only chance of remaining as this realm begins to collapse. Make haste and fight well." "Это просто пиздец."


He stretched out on the sofa in his middling hotel room, he was thankful to be down out of the sky now, it was just, so open up there. Sure the plane was pressurized, but looking out the windows always would give him a chill. Could he really spend some time recuperating before heading over to the coliseum? Perhaps he should press Xainayne for some advice, even if it meant a reprisal, this was important after all. With another sigh he stood, flicking his overgrown fringe to one side. Somewhere dark makes this easier.
he thought, scanning the room. His eyes fell upon the walk-in closet that he would surely have to remain in. Was there some joke to be had here? Closing the door behind him, he tried to shift to that place. Nothing. Cold ran down his back again. Try it again.
Nothing. A busy signal? Could such things even have something like that? Maybe time is shorter than you think . .
Panic welled up inside him as he stormed out of the tiny space, looking for his coat. It was still bright out, but what could he do?

"Sorry, Mister, Sir. No go there. Only here. Photo okay!"
Proffering the Coliseums pamphlet and shepherding him away from the closed off staircase that lead down into the coliseum proper. He'd managed to get a ticket despite the crowd here, and these blasted security guards could barely speak all that much English, let alone Russian. He couldn't help but feel as if he had needed to get down there. Something about this place was, buzzing? And he could faintly smell, a barbecue? The coals were hardly an unusual smell around tourist traps, but there were no meat stands he could see in here. No matter. It only pushed his need to act further, but he couldn't just hop on down in front of the guards. To top it all off he had received a text message from his father as he rode in the taxi, "Check last nights news."
. A professor had been making wild claims about some ancient blades he had found, and the media was lapping it up. Was he crazy? Had he actually found proof of aliens, or some other beings? An elaborate hoax for marketing? The story was starting to go viral, but people would probably remain skeptical for the moment. He had to get in, now. "Gift shop? Damnit, uhh. Regali, negozio?"
he spoke unsure, perhaps he should have spent more time learning various languages. Looking a little relieved, one of the two guards guided him around the corner to a gift shop, smiling and nodding as he was finally no longer their problem. "I'll find a way down there when they move off."

His mind was starting to melt as it went in pointless circles. Echowix had loudly proclaimed to the entire world the existence of many things, and in such a public place. Was she trying to intentionally doom them, like a malevolent being laughing at the puppets she kept on strings? Or perhaps she was merely incompetent? The latter seemed unlikely, surely. Something else? An unfamiliarity with how quickly information spreads around the world? Or we're they truly in just such a desperate situation that it now called for just blatant announcements? "It just doesn't make sense!"
he hissed, scrolling down the tablet sitting on his lap. The first class flight to Rome had probably been an expensive one, last minute trips were always expensive, but he'd grown used to not having to look at his expenses account. His father, for all his blustering, would make sure there was enough in the piggy bank for this. He sighed, laying back against the soft headrest as he listened to the pronouncement one more time. "~ you may be given your house’s only chance of remaining as this realm begins to collapse. Make haste and fight well." "Это просто пиздец."


He stretched out on the sofa in his middling hotel room, he was thankful to be down out of the sky now, it was just, so open up there. Sure the plane was pressurized, but looking out the windows always would give him a chill. Could he really spend some time recuperating before heading over to the coliseum? Perhaps he should press Xainayne for some advice, even if it meant a reprisal, this was important after all. With another sigh he stood, flicking his overgrown fringe to one side. Somewhere dark makes this easier.
he thought, scanning the room. His eyes fell upon the walk-in closet that he would surely have to remain in. Was there some joke to be had here? Closing the door behind him, he tried to shift to that place. Nothing. Cold ran down his back again. Try it again.
Nothing. A busy signal? Could such things even have something like that? Maybe time is shorter than you think . .
Panic welled up inside him as he stormed out of the tiny space, looking for his coat. It was still bright out, but what could he do?

"Sorry, Mister, Sir. No go there. Only here. Photo okay!"
Proffering the Coliseums pamphlet and shepherding him away from the closed off staircase that lead down into the coliseum proper. He'd managed to get a ticket despite the crowd here, and these blasted security guards could barely speak all that much English, let alone Russian. He couldn't help but feel as if he had needed to get down there. Something about this place was, buzzing? And he could faintly smell, a barbecue? The coals were hardly an unusual smell around tourist traps, but there were no meat stands he could see in here. No matter. It only pushed his need to act further, but he couldn't just hop on down in front of the guards. To top it all off he had received a text message from his father as he rode in the taxi, "Check last nights news."
. A professor had been making wild claims about some ancient blades he had found, and the media was lapping it up. Was he crazy? Had he actually found proof of aliens, or some other beings? An elaborate hoax for marketing? The story was starting to go viral, but people would probably remain skeptical for the moment. He had to get in, now. "Gift shop? Damnit, uhh. Regali, negozio?"
he spoke unsure, perhaps he should have spent more time learning various languages. Looking a little relieved, one of the two guards guided him around the corner to a gift shop, smiling and nodding as he was finally no longer their problem. "I'll find a way down there when they move off."

His mind was starting to melt as it went in pointless circles. Echowix had loudly proclaimed to the entire world the existence of many things, and in such a public place. Was she trying to intentionally doom them, like a malevolent being laughing at the puppets she kept on strings? Or perhaps she was merely incompetent? The latter seemed unlikely, surely. Something else? An unfamiliarity with how quickly information spreads around the world? Or we're they truly in just such a desperate situation that it now called for just blatant announcements? "It just doesn't make sense!"
he hissed, scrolling down the tablet sitting on his lap. The first class flight to Rome had probably been an expensive one, last minute trips were always expensive, but he'd grown used to not having to look at his expenses account. His father, for all his blustering, would make sure there was enough in the piggy bank for this. He sighed, laying back against the soft headrest as he listened to the pronouncement one more time. "~ you may be given your house’s only chance of remaining as this realm begins to collapse. Make haste and fight well." "Это просто пиздец."


He stretched out on the sofa in his middling hotel room, he was thankful to be down out of the sky now, it was just, so open up there. Sure the plane was pressurized, but looking out the windows always would give him a chill. Could he really spend some time recuperating before heading over to the coliseum? Perhaps he should press Xainayne for some advice, even if it meant a reprisal, this was important after all. With another sigh he stood, flicking his overgrown fringe to one side. Somewhere dark makes this easier.
he thought, scanning the room. His eyes fell upon the walk-in closet that he would surely have to remain in. Was there some joke to be had here? Closing the door behind him, he tried to shift to that place. Nothing. Cold ran down his back again. Try it again.
Nothing. A busy signal? Could such things even have something like that? Maybe time is shorter than you think . .
Panic welled up inside him as he stormed out of the tiny space, looking for his coat. It was still bright out, but what could he do?

"Sorry, Mister, Sir. No go there. Only here. Photo okay!"
Proffering the Coliseums pamphlet and shepherding him away from the closed off staircase that lead down into the coliseum proper. He'd managed to get a ticket despite the crowd here, and these blasted security guards could barely speak all that much English, let alone Russian. He couldn't help but feel as if he had needed to get down there. Something about this place was, buzzing? And he could faintly smell, a barbecue? The coals were hardly an unusual smell around tourist traps, but there were no meat stands he could see in here. No matter. It only pushed his need to act further, but he couldn't just hop on down in front of the guards. To top it all off he had received a text message from his father as he rode in the taxi, "Check last nights news."
. A professor had been making wild claims about some ancient blades he had found, and the media was lapping it up. Was he crazy? Had he actually found proof of aliens, or some other beings? An elaborate hoax for marketing? The story was starting to go viral, but people would probably remain skeptical for the moment. He had to get in, now. "Gift shop? Damnit, uhh. Regali, negozio?"
he spoke unsure, perhaps he should have spent more time learning various languages. Looking a little relieved, one of the two guards guided him around the corner to a gift shop, smiling and nodding as he was finally no longer their problem. "I'll find a way down there when they move off."

His mind was starting to melt as it went in pointless circles. Echowix had loudly proclaimed to the entire world the existence of many things, and in such a public place. Was she trying to intentionally doom them, like a malevolent being laughing at the puppets she kept on strings? Or perhaps she was merely incompetent? The latter seemed unlikely, surely. Something else? An unfamiliarity with how quickly information spreads around the world? Or we're they truly in just such a desperate situation that it now called for just blatant announcements? "It just doesn't make sense!"
he hissed, scrolling down the tablet sitting on his lap. The first class flight to Rome had probably been an expensive one, last minute trips were always expensive, but he'd grown used to not having to look at his expenses account. His father, for all his blustering, would make sure there was enough in the piggy bank for this. He sighed, laying back against the soft headrest as he listened to the pronouncement one more time. "~ you may be given your house’s only chance of remaining as this realm begins to collapse. Make haste and fight well." "Это просто пиздец."


He stretched out on the sofa in his middling hotel room, he was thankful to be down out of the sky now, it was just, so open up there. Sure the plane was pressurized, but looking out the windows always would give him a chill. Could he really spend some time recuperating before heading over to the coliseum? Perhaps he should press Xainayne for some advice, even if it meant a reprisal, this was important after all. With another sigh he stood, flicking his overgrown fringe to one side. Somewhere dark makes this easier.
he thought, scanning the room. His eyes fell upon the walk-in closet that he would surely have to remain in. Was there some joke to be had here? Closing the door behind him, he tried to shift to that place. Nothing. Cold ran down his back again. Try it again.
Nothing. A busy signal? Could such things even have something like that? Maybe time is shorter than you think . .
Panic welled up inside him as he stormed out of the tiny space, looking for his coat. It was still bright out, but what could he do?

"Sorry, Mister, Sir. No go there. Only here. Photo okay!"
Proffering the Coliseums pamphlet and shepherding him away from the closed off staircase that lead down into the coliseum proper. He'd managed to get a ticket despite the crowd here, and these blasted security guards could barely speak all that much English, let alone Russian. He couldn't help but feel as if he had needed to get down there. Something about this place was, buzzing? And he could faintly smell, a barbecue? The coals were hardly an unusual smell around tourist traps, but there were no meat stands he could see in here. No matter. It only pushed his need to act further, but he couldn't just hop on down in front of the guards. To top it all off he had received a text message from his father as he rode in the taxi, "Check last nights news."
. A professor had been making wild claims about some ancient blades he had found, and the media was lapping it up. Was he crazy? Had he actually found proof of aliens, or some other beings? An elaborate hoax for marketing? The story was starting to go viral, but people would probably remain skeptical for the moment. He had to get in, now. "Gift shop? Damnit, uhh. Regali, negozio?"
he spoke unsure, perhaps he should have spent more time learning various languages. Looking a little relieved, one of the two guards guided him around the corner to a gift shop, smiling and nodding as he was finally no longer their problem. "I'll find a way down there when they move off."