Regardless of whether or not Arven had gotten a single text from him before, Giacomo had his reasons for reaching out to the son of the prestigious professors: one, texting Nemona was an impossible challenge, it was difficult to reel her in without it derailing into a different conversation. And, two, if the Segin head could remember this correctly, Penny was preoccupied with the premiere of one of her favorite anime tonight. He knew better than to interrupt that.
The three of them had journeyed together into the belly of Paldea, into the crater of treasures and wonders beyond comprehension. Their knowledge of the unknown outclassed anybody else in the region— if someone was going to assist with Giacomo’s bizarre situation, it would be one of the three.
Arven, unfortunately, was the lucky man up tonight.
Somehow, he’s managed more text messages despite his inability to connect with his surroundings, or the current time of day.
[ Text ] but we talk all the time don’t we???? Like
[ Text ] At least recently
[ Text ] I think
[ Text ] fuck it aren’t we talking right now cmon dude I just need a hand trust me shit isn’t right and yo u
Before he realizes it, Giacomo’s thumbs have stopped moving against his phone’s screen. What feels like seconds is more so one hour of him navigating from the comfort of Segin Base, to the confines of the academy in the center of Mesagoza. At some point, he had made the journey from point A to point B, but once Giacomo came to his senses and blinked a few times, it felt like he was going to get sick.
What the fuck was happening? Why wasn’t he able to adhere to the coil of time around him? Things just kept getting weirder.
He slaps one of his hands to his face, the ring on his index finger hitting him in the bridge of his nose. FUCK, OW!
C’mon, phone, focus on the texts
[ Text ] im outside
[ Text ] uh
[ Text ] be careful
[ Text ] Something is following me
—Why did he write that? Giacomo stared at the final text he had sent, and felt an uncomfortable weight on his spine. He looked once to the left, once to the right— it’s paranoia, whatever was plaguing him.
Nothing is there, but SOMETHING is— it’s the presence, the energy of whatever had taken ahold of him.
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