[ It's been a few hours since Nigel took that fateful step down to the basement and into the City. He'd spent the first of those hours idly pouring over Saya's tools, noting the obsessive precision in which they were stored, categorized and handled. His attention to detail meant it was easy for Nigel to be occupied by the simplest things for hours on end. But he wasn't particularly fond of machines and gadgetry and he so quickly tired of the exercise, turning to his network device instead. It was during that time that he'd found Rosella, or rather Rosella had found him. Upon realizing who she was (and more importantly what she was), Nigel had felt a familiar feeling begin to trickle down his back all along his spine. Destiny had lead him to Jack, had it lead him here as well? It's a question he considers in both the front and the back of his mind as he sits on the floor of the garage, back pressed against one wall, tediously pour through old posts for any sign of Jack.
At the sound of the door opening, however, he lifts his head and looks over. His first glance of Rosella is obscured by some of his hair falling down into his eyes. Quickly, though, he straightens, pushing himself up to standing in case it happens to be her. ]
you cannot map the ways of divinity;
At the sound of the door opening, however, he lifts his head and looks over. His first glance of Rosella is obscured by some of his hair falling down into his eyes. Quickly, though, he straightens, pushing himself up to standing in case it happens to be her. ]
Hello?