Colin's posts

"Oh, stop it." Vincent said.

"You're sounding as paranoid as SHE is." he told her.

"Off the rails? A threat to the city? Please." he went on, shaking his head and taking the glasses off.

"She's just stressed." he continued. "That's all." he insisted, before sighing.

"I don't like it, for sure." he then admitted. "But if we just stay out of her way, and let her work through this, then it'll be fine." he assured her.

"Stress makes people temperamental. You know that." he then finished.

Vincent had been sitting at his desk again, looking at a book, wearing special glasses to make out the faded text, when he heard Rocky land in front of him like she did. He looked up towards her, and lowered his glasses some.

"..." he was silent, and when she didn't say anything, he sighed.

"Yes?" he asked.

"...can I help you, Racquel?" he asked her further.

"Or is this just some sort of strange social call...?"

Vincent was silent again, before sighing quietly, though she could hear it.

"I know, I know." he replied.

"But I'm fine. I assure you." he told her. "Just stressed. A little. And a little tired, but I don't want to nap and mess up my sleep rhythm." he continued, shaking his head slightly.

"And myself and Rowena are fine." he assured her further.

"Just need to wait out this busy stretch, and we'll be fine."

Vincent snapped a glare at her for a split-second, but it disappeared quickly.

"My relationship with Rowena is fine." he told her.

"Granted, I don't see her much since she picked up the pace on her work, but it happens." he shrugged.

"I decided I wanted something with more kick to it. That is all." he continued.

"And translating that text was getting to be a pain." he then added.

"..." Vincent was silent as Rocky asked her questions, before shrugging and turning back to the coffee.

"Meh." he said.

"Felt like it." he told her.

"The Irish Cream'll give it a kick, too." he then added.

"I'm allowed to do something different once in a while." he reasoned.

Cain just grinned when she said what she did as she pushed him away and headed off towards the building. He looked at her for a moment, before licking his lips slightly, and following her.

"Yummy." he said.

"Can't wait to dine in later tonight." he told her with a chuckle.

- - -

Sometime later, a week or so after Rowena and Vincent's photoshoot (which went amazingly, they had to say), Vincent was sitting in his study, narrowing his eyes at the book before him on his desk.

He was silent as he looked it up and down, before growling slightly.

"Screw it." he said. "Translating that is TOO hard right now." he said further, before getting up and leaving the room, making his way to the kitchen and looking at the selection of teas they had.

"...nah." he grumbled, choosing instead to brew some coffee. Definitely a VERY odd choice for him. He was NOT a coffee person, normally... especially when he started using the grounds that he had reserved for Sydney when she visited. But to make it even weirder... he grabbed some alcohol to mix into it as well.

Cain raised an eyebrow again, as he waved to Jordan, and then looked at Lunet.

"Ominous?" he asked.

"I... I didn't sense anything from it." he told her. "And being a demon, I generally have good sense for that sort of thing." he reasoned. "Not that I'm saying you're wrong, but... it's odd that YOU sensed something, but I didn't." he then stressed.

"Odd..." he mumbled further.

"Still, the photos were REALLY good." he commented, shifting the conversation a bit.

"I am NOT photogenic, as you know." he stated. "But even -I- looked pretty good in those shots." he said further, before leaning in close to her, and putting himself close to her neck.

"And they really showed how gorgeous YOU are..." he added in a quirt tone, as he started to playfully 'gnaw' on her shoulder.

"..." Cain was silent as he witnessed and heard all that, and paused as Lunet examined the camera. He watched her look it over, and raised an eyebrow slightly at her expression.

"Hey." he said.

"Something up?" he asked her. "You look a bit taken by that." he said further, before looking at Jordan.

"And you just... got it for free?" he asked her.

"Yep." she confirmed.

"Good deal, yo." Cain responded with a thumbs-up.

Cain just smirked.

"Oh, she's QUITE expressive." he told her.

"Especially at night." he went on, looking off to the side a bit... just as Lunet gave him a playful jab in his ribcage with her elbow. He flinched a little, before laughing again and looking at Jordan.

"Jordan? Yeah?" he asked her.

"Yep." Jordan responded.

"Pretty ace camera you got there." Cain commented. "Where'd y'snag it?" he asked.

Cain paused, swearing he felt some strange... twinges?... of pain? Was it pain? He thought he had felt discomfort for sure, but... they were gone as quickly as they came. What were they? He'd felt random pain before, as it was part of his maturing process as a demon/zombie hybrid... or, at least, his parents had told him they were. Was it happening again?

He didn't have time to think on it for very long, as Jordan had said what she did and held the camera out to them. He looked at it, as Lunet accepted it, and they looked at the photos that had just been taken.

"...huh." he mumbled.

"Damn. Those look good." he commented.

"I look so... uh... well, I look more lifelike than in real life." he said with a laugh.

Cain shut the door on his side as well, and shook his head. He looked at her as the vehicle was remotely locked, and sighed quietly.

"Yeah." he said.

"Seriously, if she needs a complete hard reboot and refresh, that's going to be hell." he agreed.

"The hell has caused this to happen the last couple of times?" he then asked, before pausing a moment. "Wait." he said. "Wait, wasn't it that damned know-it-all tech that thinks he can improve on your design?" he asked her.

"And has caused her to crash EVERY. SINGLE. TIME." he went on.

"Why hasn't your father kicked him out yet?" he asked in an exasperated tone.

Vincent looked at the card, studying it for a moment, and then laughed.

"Very much so." he responded, pocketing it.

"I shall discuss this with Rowena, and then contact Jordan ASAP." he told her.

He was then silent for a moment, before leaning close and pulling his sister into a hug.

"Thank you." he said.

"This is just what Rowena and I needed."

"Well, I'll need to discuss it with Rowena first, obviously." Vincent responded. "I can't just up and make such a decision on my own, right NOW." he reasoned with a sigh.

"But I WILL discuss it with Rowena ASAP, and... well... hm." he mumbled, thinking about something.

"It would be optimal to discuss it directly with Jordan." he admitted.

"...but I don't know how to reliably contact her, other than through her parents." he said.

"And you ARE paying for this... hm." he continued, scratching at his chin.

"Ah, that is... well, it's good to know." Vincent responded. "Not sure just how useful it will be, but still. Good to know." he stated, continuing to look through some of the photos.

"...very nice, indeed..." he commented again. "It's... frightening, how good these are." he said further.

"They look almost... real. As though they could start moving at any second." he continued, but then forced himself to stop, put them away, and close the box, lest he get TOO sucked up into them.

"Thank you." he said to Hollie.

"I think this may be JUST what we need, Rowena and I." he told her.

"And it'll be Jordan, so Rowena shouldn't be nervous or anything." he then reasoned. "Which is a hell of a benefit."