Colin's posts

Hal just pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Great..." he said.

"That's... ugh." he muttered.

"And I know it's pointless to ask if there's anything you can do to shift that number." he went on. "You're good, but not skilled in demonic care and medication." he continued.

"No real mortal is." he muttered further.

"If you feel she can get better care in a hospital, then transfer her." he then said.

"And... I'll tell Jake." he continued.

"I'm his oldest friend. He may take it better coming from myself." he reasoned.

"...that's even MORE alarming." Hal commented.

"Those types of injuries, and to have the cause unknown is unnerving." he went on.

"However." he then said.

"I trust your judgement." he told her.

"If you think it's best for her to stay here, do so. I'll make sure the nightmare paperwork is sorted out and such." he went on.

"If you feel it's best for her to be transferred, start that up and I'll make sure to expedite the process as best I can." he continued.

"...what are her chances of survival?" he then asked her.

"....I see." Hal replied.

"Well, let me ask you this." he told her.

"Would she receive the best care HERE, or at one of the hospitals?" he asked.

"Make your decision based on THAT." he said.

"...or if you don't think the medical wing has room for however long she'll need to stay." he then muttered.

"Regardless, barely alive?" he asked.

"That's alarming."

"....." Hal was silent for a moment.

He wasn't a fool. And he knew a lot about different species.

He was able to put a (potential) 1 and 1 together, and just sighed.

"No." he replied. "Not currently." he said.

"Why?" he asked. "Has something happened to her?" he asked further.

He could guess that yes, something HAD, but he knew better than to make assumptions based on guesses and obvservations at a time like this.

Cain froze up when she said that.

"M-mom!" he exclaimed.

"......" he was then silent, before shaking his head and heading off.

"Going to get changed!" he called to his now-laughing mother.

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Hal just sighed as he sifted through the paperwork on his desk, before his buzzer rang.

"Yes?" he asked, pushing the button.

"Angela Edwards is here to speak with you." his receptionist replied.

"Send her in." Hal responded.

'Wonder what's going on...' he thought.

Cain nodded quickly.

"R-right." he said.

"Right, yeah, I'll do that." he told her, getting up off the chair.

He paused for a moment and cleared his throat, seemingly grounding himself for a moment. He took a small breath, exhaled it slowly, and looked at what he was wearing.

"...I should probably change." he muttered.

"I can't show up wearing torn stay-at-home clothes." he reasoned to himself.

Cain paused for a moment.

And his face turned... well, a little darker. It was his form of 'blushing'.

It was no secret that he found Anya to be a very striking woman. And he was physically attracted to her.

Not that anything would happen at all.

But he DID love seeing her from time to time.

"I.... uh..." he stammered.

"Y-yeah, sure." he said.

"Want me to... go there now?" he asked her.

"....." Cain was silent for a moment.

"Yeah..." he said.

"That's a good point." he admitted.

"And... I mean... hm." he mumbled.

"Things just aren't adding up..." he said.

"Should one of us check up on Anya?" he asked.

"See if she's okay, or something? While Dad rejuvenates?" he asked further.

Cain's eyes widened a little when he heard that.

"Ah..." he stammered.

"Wow." he said.

"I... Dad's lucky that he even came back then, isn't he?" he asked.

"I mean, all I know about her, I've learned from Dad and Lilim... mostly Lilim... but from all I've heard, it's not good when Lilith decides she's going to say hello to someone." he went on.

"But at least he should be okay..." he then said.

"...why would Lilith attack Dad so suddenly, though?" he wondered aloud at the end.

"....fair." Cain replied.

"Then I see no reason why NOT..." he admitted.

He then pressed a button and the toon was teleported to their base, where she would be safe.

"Right." he then said.

"Answers." he went on.

"What's going on with Dad?" he asked.

"Is he okay?" he asked further.

Cain jumped a little when she spoke, not having realised she was there.

"....I don't... know." he said.

"Maybe I thought it was weird..." he muttered.

"For the life of me, can't think WHY..." he then admitted.

"I can make a new toon and-" he started to say, before snapping his fingers.

"The server you frequent!" he remembered.

"I can't stand about half of the people that populate it." he told her, looking back to the screen.

"Yeah, already the abuse is being thrown out to others, even though the raid party won." he grumbled.

When she looked back, Azazel just nodded.

He then slipped his entire body under the water, head and all.

Normally that would be seen as a potential problem, but he was a demon.

He didn't need air. He didn't need to breathe. Not in the conventional sense, anyway. This was him literally just trying to get the absolute full effect of the oil, and if he went unconscious under there, it was nothing to worry about.

She then made her way down to where Cain was... to find him doing a raid boss.

"Come on!" he said into the headset.

"One more Holy Smite from you, Cleric, and... YES!" he exclaimed.

"...." he was then silent, as loot was dropped and picked up.

"Oh, sweet. She'll like THAT." he muttered, referring to his mother, of course.

Azazel just sighed.

"All right." he replied.

"40 minutes." he told her.

"....." he was then silent, and looked at his body.

"If... if I can get up after that." he mumbled.

"I used up... a LOT of mana." he admitted.

"But that's an understatement." he went on.

"I'm lucky I made it back HERE."

"I don't know." Azazel replied.

"But she just abruptly left." he told her.

"I don't understand it. But it happened." he went on.

"I'm confused, nervous, and suspicious." he said further.

"And terrified that Anya might be dying." he then sighed heavily.

"But as I am, right now, I'm useless." he lamented.