#thefallenmessengers

“Hm?“

[Her ears raised up, scanning for the sound. The sounded like Raul. His... arm? He, really sounded like he was in trouble. Maybe he needs help. Well, it didn’t sound like SHE was with him so maybe Ayla should go check. She liked Raul after all. He gave her food.

She followed the sound, sneaking when she got close. She didn’t want to be seen first, prefering to judge the situation before deciding if she should reveal herself.]

@thefallenmessengers

“Um. Yeah... sorry for staring. ... ...wait, reset? Does that mean that you died ...or something?“

“Ufufufu, you have rather dangerous training method then~ Glad that you’re fine~ And what exactly do you mean by bond~? Is it voice in your head now~? A co-pilot~? Can you switch control~? ...how did this happen anyway~? Was it triggered by something~?“

(... Huh? Did... Somebody actually show up? Wow, somebody actually called me out, on it... I think that was... Is... A cat?)

* So, you're here... Copy's over there with Raul, at the moment.

... Unless you're here for me, for some reason.

(Hoodie slowly swiveled in the chair, a flume of dust shaking off onto the floor. Spiders that had built a small web connecting to the monitor from his hair scrambled back to the safety of the glowing screen.)

* ... Is it just you, today? It's rare to see you out and about on your own, without... Her.

(Meanwhile, in the corner of the room, something seemed to be stirring...)

* Hoodie...? Is someone there...?

(... How long have I been here? How long have I been trying to figure this shit out on my own, while he's been left unconscious by that... Book?

...When did I suddenly start to care? I was all for trying to murder him in his sleep not long ago, but now...

Now, Copy's watching over his unconscious body, while I've been sitting here, trying to track down this 'Dale' guy's signature with the computers...

And then there's that note in his journal.

Raul's been unconscious for months, now... Copy's made sure he's alive this whole time, but... I really gotta dust this place, soon. The moths are starting to chew holes in my hoodie, and half the machines in here aren't working properly, anymore...

Anybody could just waltz through those lab door any minute, now... Heh, yeah right.

Wander tried to maintain his glare. He really did. But the mental image of Xate tackling this poor creature to the ground in an ultimate kabedon was frankly hilarious. Hard to remain annoyed when something like that forced a chuckle out of the amalgam.

-Hmhm, would be a shame to ruin a good cloak anyways.-

Anyone that the timewitch see fit to glomp has to be a decent sort. The least Wander could do was be a bit more civil. So, he extended a (sharp rock free) hand towards the stranger.

-I throw sharp rocks at high speeds when I’m flustered too~! Bah, chuckleheads at every corner, like you wouldn’t get flustered in the same situation!-

“...Mmhmm...”

She was a bit confused about why he wanted to bring her to his place instead of just.. carrying her to her hotel room.Her room was much, much closer to this place and he uh...knew where her room was ...right? She was pretty sure he was there at least once.

Sure that happened months ago,and she would totally understand if he forgot the exact location,but if he really forgot he would ask her where it is right?...Right? He should be smart enough to at least think of that...or at least that’s what Xate assumed at the moment,but knowing how Raul functions when he gets a bit panicky... that might not be the case here.

Well...thinking about it like this probably wasn’t going to change too much,and she saw no point in complaining either,being carried like this was always one of her weaknesses after all.