by Eurostar
Edulcore Cicciotto:
Two days have passed, and things are back to normal.
We have been taken down like amateurs (but maybe it's what we are -- amateurs who try to fight a world of professional assassins), but all the damage that Turned seemed to inflict to us was cured in no time. Two days of rest, and even Danny, who was the one in worst shape, is now restored to full capacity. It has been extremely painful for him, but morphing his chest to an octopus one, and then back to human, totally cured his broken rib.
Now we are training under the big top. Training is what we need. Not only for our show, but especially to use our powers and work together. What happened two days ago will never happen a second time. I swear.
This morning, during a pause in our exercise, I took a little tour of the city. Thunder. I wonder where the town derived its name. It's a big, gray city, always in the midst of a thick layer of fog spreading from the bay. My city, Bologna, Italy, was similar, with dense mist all winter. But while there it was a cold, humid mantle, here it is warm and suffocating, definitely unbearable, almost evil in its ubiquity. Strange. Really strange.
But I had a definite aim in my wandering: TriVext. It is a giant building, emerging out of the waters of the bay. Gray as the rest of the city, the building seems like a guardian watching over the whole place. The citizens, all slaves.
There, somewhere in the ugly skyscraper, is caged my son.