Jᴜʟɪᴀɴ Bʟᴀᴄᴋᴛʜᴏʀɴ (artistic) wrote in themandalay, |
"Vegas?" The disbelief in his voice was evident. He had travelled all over the world in the space of a few weeks and, while that wasn't what had him feeling so weary, it was at least enough to consider the thought of whiplash. He was a lot more concerned about finding out how he'd gotten here, though, because he had siblings to look after and as much as he loved Mark, he did not trust his older brother to handle it alone for an extended period of time. "How did I get here from Alicante?" He knew there were limited ways out of Idris, and none of them were a possible culprit here. He'd closed his eyes in the Council Hall. When he had reopened them, he was here. It made him feel a distinct sense of discomfort, and not just because he had crossed half of the world in the blink of an eye. He wanted to see Emma, and soon. He stood up, taking care not to jostle his left arm. "What do you mean? You were just in front of me, in the Council Hall..." His voice trailed off, his mind even more confused than before. His mind registered what Emma was telling him, memorising the information she gave him, but he just didn't understand what was going on. He understood people, their choices and actions - flesh and blood. This was something else. |