Emberto was alerted to the change by the lights in his office going out. And by the sudden ceasing of the sounds of conversation in the hallway outside it. A moment of it might not have been so suspicious, but the longer it dragged on, the greater the sense of unease he felt.
He headed down the hallway toward the theater lobby, calling for the members of he troupe that he knew should be in the building, but received no answer. And then he stepped out into the lobby and stopped in his tracks. Because when he looked through the glass of the front double doors, the charming coffee shop across the street was gone, and in its place, an alien landscape full of what looked like giant mushrooms. "Dios mio...", he whispered.
And marching through the giant mushrooms were a small group of gangly looking robots. Their appearance might almost have been comical, had it not been for the unmistakable guns they carried. Clearly, wherever they had come from, they weren't just there to take in a show. And if they were so close by it likely meant that he wouldn't be safe there for very long.
After another quick check of his theater, just to be certain none of his troupe had come with him, he hurried upstairs to his apartment and grabbed the knapsack he usually used when going to the other world. Some things were packed in it already. Others he threw in just in case. Bottles of water. First aid kit. Granola bars. Two changes of clothes. And a few other odds and ends he thought he might need.
After contacting the Bureau, to alert them to the situation and somewhat reluctantly ask for assistance to safety, he slipped his phone into his pocket and its charger into his pack; the theater seemed to have lost power, but he was willing to bet that the Bureau had backups. And after a moment's hesitation, he grabbed his sword as well. He doubted the simple blade would help against robots, but somehow, he felt more confident with it in his hand.
Then, after locking his apartment and doing a quick check out the front door of the theater to make sure there were no robots immediately visible, Emberto took a deep breath, quickly crossed himself, then stepped outside. The place he was meeting the bureau's agents wasn't far, but it seemed a great deal farther with the threat of those robot soldiers running around.
You’re safe, no one will find you, your fears are far behind you.
The place the Bureau had taken him and some others to was quite cozy. If he closed his eyes, he could almost imagine that he was back in his old college dorm room, and not hiding out from murderous robots.
But that was the keyword wasn't it? Hiding. Somehow, it galled him. What would his past self think of him now, sitting there safe and comfortable while others did the fighting?
And yet, what else could he do? He knew a bit of basic self defense, and thanks to practice with Elliott, was coming along in his sword skills. None of which would help him take down those robots. ...So why did he still want to try?
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Emberto was alerted to the change by the lights in his office going out. And by the sudden ceasing of the sounds of conversation in the hallway outside it. A moment of it might not have been so suspicious, but the longer it dragged on, the greater the sense of unease he felt.
He headed down the hallway toward the theater lobby, calling for the members of he troupe that he knew should be in the building, but received no answer. And then he stepped out into the lobby and stopped in his tracks. Because when he looked through the glass of the front double doors, the charming coffee shop across the street was gone, and in its place, an alien landscape full of what looked like giant mushrooms. "Dios mio...", he whispered.
And marching through the giant mushrooms were a small group of gangly looking robots. Their appearance might almost have been comical, had it not been for the unmistakable guns they carried. Clearly, wherever they had come from, they weren't just there to take in a show. And if they were so close by it likely meant that he wouldn't be safe there for very long.
After another quick check of his theater, just to be certain none of his troupe had come with him, he hurried upstairs to his apartment and grabbed the knapsack he usually used when going to the other world. Some things were packed in it already. Others he threw in just in case. Bottles of water. First aid kit. Granola bars. Two changes of clothes. And a few other odds and ends he thought he might need.
After contacting the Bureau, to alert them to the situation and somewhat reluctantly ask for assistance to safety, he slipped his phone into his pocket and its charger into his pack; the theater seemed to have lost power, but he was willing to bet that the Bureau had backups. And after a moment's hesitation, he grabbed his sword as well. He doubted the simple blade would help against robots, but somehow, he felt more confident with it in his hand.
Then, after locking his apartment and doing a quick check out the front door of the theater to make sure there were no robots immediately visible, Emberto took a deep breath, quickly crossed himself, then stepped outside. The place he was meeting the bureau's agents wasn't far, but it seemed a great deal farther with the threat of those robot soldiers running around.
You’re safe, no one will find you, your fears are far behind you.
The place the Bureau had taken him and some others to was quite cozy. If he closed his eyes, he could almost imagine that he was back in his old college dorm room, and not hiding out from murderous robots.
But that was the keyword wasn't it? Hiding. Somehow, it galled him. What would his past self think of him now, sitting there safe and comfortable while others did the fighting?
And yet, what else could he do? He knew a bit of basic self defense, and thanks to practice with Elliott, was coming along in his sword skills. None of which would help him take down those robots. ...So why did he still want to try?
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