... Yeah. [He pulls himself together and scowls at the ground. Honestly, Nico had mostly skimmed the letter, mistrusting every word as he puzzled it slowly out before abandoning it entirely. He'd made a beeline for the graveyard to summon spirits and get the story out of them (of course Nico would listen to the dead before he would the living), but the whole thing had been flooded and too precarious to perform the summoning rituals properly.
And then using shadows to get to the Underworld hadn't worked. Praying to his father hadn't elicited a response. Attempting to burn an offering had just resulted in... burnt food.
Frankly, he's at his wits end here. But dwelling on that isn't going to help right now: he joins Percy in scouring the space for clues. The window doesn't move a millimeter even when he throws his weight against it with his shoulder (which he couldn't feel at all, bit worrisome), so he moves on and eventually he finds himself staring down at the scratches in the floor in front of the bookcase.] Hey, I think this might move.
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And then using shadows to get to the Underworld hadn't worked. Praying to his father hadn't elicited a response. Attempting to burn an offering had just resulted in... burnt food.
Frankly, he's at his wits end here. But dwelling on that isn't going to help right now: he joins Percy in scouring the space for clues. The window doesn't move a millimeter even when he throws his weight against it with his shoulder (which he couldn't feel at all, bit worrisome), so he moves on and eventually he finds himself staring down at the scratches in the floor in front of the bookcase.] Hey, I think this might move.