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."

By the time Nier had managed to attempt seducing every woman who crossed his path he realized that time had flown by. Well I guess I can head to the hotel now. A new day does brings new chances, and I’d like a bit of rest at least.
The swirling hues of the rising sun colliding against the sharp fangs of the shadows of night, a magnificent blue that reminded him of the peace he so longed for in his hollow life.




As he walked multiple thoughts pierced his mind. He couldn’t slack off forever, although if anyone did manage to find the book before him he’d most likely hunt them down and steal it. Conflict was never a thing he enjoyed, much rather preferring to stick to stealth and subterfuge, but if push came to shove he wouldn’t have a choice. Hiding from other claimants was already difficult enough, but fighting people who he himself saw as companions who share the same title was never really appealing to him. Instead of fretting over the details of possible combat he put his focus onto his surroundings; at least he could learn new escape routes he had missed before.

Upon arriving at the hotel he simply made his way directly to his room. No point in looking for any commotion, I’m far too tired to converse anyway. I’ll just fill in Nammay on my progress and get some rest.
Once inside he closed the door carefully and placed his hand over the lock. With a swift movement of the fingers he melded the mechanism together completely, forcing the lock to stay in place until he saw fit to change it. Before anything a shower was also necessary, washing away the filth of the day was a daily part of his schedule. He moved into a comfortable spot afterwards and kneeled on the floor, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. “My Lord Nammay, I’ve come to giv-“


He paused when he opened his eyes, realizing that he was still in his room. “What the hell is this... maybe I wasn’t focused enough?”
He closed his eyes again and prostrated himself, believing that maybe Nammay was upset with his behavior up until that point. “My Lord, I apologize, but I must speak with you," he said; waiting a short moment before opening his eyes and coming to the same realization as before. By now it was simply panic, worry, high levels of anxiety building within him. What’s going on here? Why can’t I get to Nammay? Has someone else done something, or have I done something to provoke his ire? No, he’s never locked me out like this before... or am I even locked out... maybe someone’s done something dire to Nammay!


His eyebrows furrowed, his teeth grinding into a snarl as his agitation grew. Clear and unadulterated anger swelled up in his chest; the entire look of him seemed unnatural and out of place for a person of his character. It was like the scene of a physical pot of water steps away from boiling over and yet just before he moved to action the sound of shattering glass rang in his ears. A moment passed before he even managed to register it, a casual peace washing over him with a deep breath and with that air came a hint of... wait, what? I don’t ever remember getting anything like that...
with a quick turn he now noticed an unexpected visitor, which explained the scent in the air. However while she was busy apologizing Nier was busy gliding into action!

His movements were so fluid you’d think he could become pure liquid at any moment; his eyes shining like exotic gems, his hair glowing like reflective steel. Every action was timed, every word thought out with perfect precision. With this... failure wasn’t possibly an option. His very life was on the line here and he wouldn’t waste an opportunity to strike! “What dream is this that I’ve fallen into? A woman as beautiful as yourself falling from the sky like a soft summer rain washing away all my inhibitions. Vivi was it? What a wonderful name, complementing such eyes that can pull the hearts from man!”
He slid down onto one knee, a hand outstretched to help her onto her feet. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Nier Mucmoi, the man destined to be your husband if you would have me. Please, Would you join me? I was just about to go to bed; having a woman of your stature lay by my side would increase the comfort for both of us by at least a thousand fold, my love.”

By the time Nier had managed to attempt seducing every woman who crossed his path he realized that time had flown by. Well I guess I can head to the hotel now. A new day does brings new chances, and I’d like a bit of rest at least.
The swirling hues of the rising sun colliding against the sharp fangs of the shadows of night, a magnificent blue that reminded him of the peace he so longed for in his hollow life.




As he walked multiple thoughts pierced his mind. He couldn’t slack off forever, although if anyone did manage to find the book before him he’d most likely hunt them down and steal it. Conflict was never a thing he enjoyed, much rather preferring to stick to stealth and subterfuge, but if push came to shove he wouldn’t have a choice. Hiding from other claimants was already difficult enough, but fighting people who he himself saw as companions who share the same title was never really appealing to him. Instead of fretting over the details of possible combat he put his focus onto his surroundings; at least he could learn new escape routes he had missed before.

Upon arriving at the hotel he simply made his way directly to his room. No point in looking for any commotion, I’m far too tired to converse anyway. I’ll just fill in Nammay on my progress and get some rest.
Once inside he closed the door carefully and placed his hand over the lock. With a swift movement of the fingers he melded the mechanism together completely, forcing the lock to stay in place until he saw fit to change it. Before anything a shower was also necessary, washing away the filth of the day was a daily part of his schedule. He moved into a comfortable spot afterwards and kneeled on the floor, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. “My Lord Nammay, I’ve come to giv-“


He paused when he opened his eyes, realizing that he was still in his room. “What the hell is this... maybe I wasn’t focused enough?”
He closed his eyes again and prostrated himself, believing that maybe Nammay was upset with his behavior up until that point. “My Lord, I apologize, but I must speak with you," he said; waiting a short moment before opening his eyes and coming to the same realization as before. By now it was simply panic, worry, high levels of anxiety building within him. What’s going on here? Why can’t I get to Nammay? Has someone else done something, or have I done something to provoke his ire? No, he’s never locked me out like this before... or am I even locked out... maybe someone’s done something dire to Nammay!


His eyebrows furrowed, his teeth grinding into a snarl as his agitation grew. Clear and unadulterated anger swelled up in his chest; the entire look of him seemed unnatural and out of place for a person of his character. It was like the scene of a physical pot of water steps away from boiling over and yet just before he moved to action the sound of shattering glass rang in his ears. A moment passed before he even managed to register it, a casual peace washing over him with a deep breath and with that air came a hint of... wait, what? I don’t ever remember getting anything like that...
with a quick turn he now noticed an unexpected visitor, which explained the scent in the air. However while she was busy apologizing Nier was busy gliding into action!

His movements were so fluid you’d think he could become pure liquid at any moment; his eyes shining like exotic gems, his hair glowing like reflective steel. Every action was timed, every word thought out with perfect precision. With this... failure wasn’t possibly an option. His very life was on the line here and he wouldn’t waste an opportunity to strike! “What dream is this that I’ve fallen into? A woman as beautiful as yourself falling from the sky like a soft summer rain washing away all my inhibitions. Vivi was it? What a wonderful name, complementing such eyes that can pull the hearts from man!”
He slid down onto one knee, a hand outstretched to help her onto her feet. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Nier Mucmoi, the man destined to be your husband if you would have me. Please, Would you join me? I was just about to go to bed; having a woman of your stature lay by my side would increase the comfort for both of us by at least a thousand fold, my love.”

By the time Nier had managed to attempt seducing every woman who crossed his path he realized that time had flown by. Well I guess I can head to the hotel now. A new day does brings new chances, and I’d like a bit of rest at least.
The swirling hues of the rising sun colliding against the sharp fangs of the shadows of night, a magnificent blue that reminded him of the peace he so longed for in his hollow life.




As he walked multiple thoughts pierced his mind. He couldn’t slack off forever, although if anyone did manage to find the book before him he’d most likely hunt them down and steal it. Conflict was never a thing he enjoyed, much rather preferring to stick to stealth and subterfuge, but if push came to shove he wouldn’t have a choice. Hiding from other claimants was already difficult enough, but fighting people who he himself saw as companions who share the same title was never really appealing to him. Instead of fretting over the details of possible combat he put his focus onto his surroundings; at least he could learn new escape routes he had missed before.

Upon arriving at the hotel he simply made his way directly to his room. No point in looking for any commotion, I’m far too tired to converse anyway. I’ll just fill in Nammay on my progress and get some rest.
Once inside he closed the door carefully and placed his hand over the lock. With a swift movement of the fingers he melded the mechanism together completely, forcing the lock to stay in place until he saw fit to change it. Before anything a shower was also necessary, washing away the filth of the day was a daily part of his schedule. He moved into a comfortable spot afterwards and kneeled on the floor, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. “My Lord Nammay, I’ve come to giv-“


He paused when he opened his eyes, realizing that he was still in his room. “What the hell is this... maybe I wasn’t focused enough?”
He closed his eyes again and prostrated himself, believing that maybe Nammay was upset with his behavior up until that point. “My Lord, I apologize, but I must speak with you," he said; waiting a short moment before opening his eyes and coming to the same realization as before. By now it was simply panic, worry, high levels of anxiety building within him. What’s going on here? Why can’t I get to Nammay? Has someone else done something, or have I done something to provoke his ire? No, he’s never locked me out like this before... or am I even locked out... maybe someone’s done something dire to Nammay!


His eyebrows furrowed, his teeth grinding into a snarl as his agitation grew. Clear and unadulterated anger swelled up in his chest; the entire look of him seemed unnatural and out of place for a person of his character. It was like the scene of a physical pot of water steps away from boiling over and yet just before he moved to action the sound of shattering glass rang in his ears. A moment passed before he even managed to register it, a casual peace washing over him with a deep breath and with that air came a hint of... wait, what? I don’t ever remember getting anything like that...
with a quick turn he now noticed an unexpected visitor, which explained the scent in the air. However while she was busy apologizing Nier was busy gliding into action!

His movements were so fluid you’d think he could become pure liquid at any moment; his eyes shining like exotic gems, his hair glowing like reflective steel. Every action was timed, every word thought out with perfect precision. With this... failure wasn’t possibly an option. His very life was on the line here and he wouldn’t waste an opportunity to strike! “What dream is this that I’ve fallen into? A woman as beautiful as yourself falling from the sky like a soft summer rain washing away all my inhibitions. Vivi was it? What a wonderful name, complementing such eyes that can pull the hearts from man!”
He slid down onto one knee, a hand outstretched to help her onto her feet. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Nier Mucmoi, the man destined to be your husband if you would have me. Please, Would you join me? I was just about to go to bed; having a woman of your stature lay by my side would increase the comfort for both of us by at least a thousand fold, my love.”