Voices. Voices of people. Different from the odd language of the Paixaoans, and while those were soft and distant, these were closer and somehow above his head. One of them sounded disturbingly familiar, but he couldn't quite place who... Shiki's body tensed and he inhaled slowly, red eyes shifting up to the fake sky of the domes.

Peach crawled up the blue, slowly swallowing it up. Just beyond the horizon of the city the sky began to turn black. How omnious. The man sighed and tried to concentrate on the voices. And then he picked up the line of conversation: contacting.... pissed him off... talking so you could hear him... go together...

"Rin," he muttered. Swallowing hard, he braced himself against the wall and tried to stand. He didn't know if he wanted to run or make his presence known. Either way, the attempt to move was fruitless; with a soft groan he slid back down the wall and a hand immediately reached to clutch his slowly swelling ankle.

"Fuck..."