W'as goooooooood, friendos?

Ey, what's up Aggron?

Currently multitasking, might be slow.

That's fine. I'll be doing homework for most of the day, so I might be slow as well.

I think it was my turn to reply, so I'll go ahead and do that now.

Should we pick up with Crowley and Vitis again too? I seem to remember we kinda left them behind a few sessions ago. We could do a timeskip with them, since the last time we saw them was before the Sargon capturing expedition.

'Perhaps you only work with them because they are useful to you,' said Sargon. 'They both worked for me once, so they likely knew things about me and my army that proved useful to you. Be honest, Jeremiah... do you and your family really care about Armin and Frederick, not just as tools, but as allies? I find it hard to believe that people like you could trust any non-human.'

(Yes, we should pick up with those two. I wonder where they've gone?)

{Jerry gives Sargon a look of amusement.}
"You want my honest answer, Sargon? Here, I'll give it to you. Yes, I do care about them as allies. Armin, Frederick, Dianne, all of them. And do you know why? Because they're good people. People who saw your bullsh!t and and said 'no'. No to genocide, no to hate, and no to your ridiculous plan. Because in the end, your race doesn't matter. All I care about, is who people really are." {//Well, I can't speak for the rest of my family, but he doesn't need to know that.//}

( #Sappyaf)

(I'm not sure yet. If you don't have any ideas for them, then I'll write something for Crowley, and then you can decide whether or not Vitis is still with him.)

(Gotta love the sappiness)

Sargon watched Jerry silently throughout his little speech. 'Maybe we're not so different, you and I,' he said at last. 'We both fiercely defend what we consider to be 'right' and the people we consider important. I regret that, this time, I was careless and allowed you and your friends to ruin my plans. But maybe someone else will accomplish what I failed to after I am gone.'

(Ok, go ahead.)

{Jerry considers this, then nods.} "Perhaps not. However, if someone like you shows up again, I only hope there's someone else willing to stop them. Careless? You didn't seem careless. If we rewound the clock, what would you have done differently?"

(Okay, I gotta say a couple things and I'm sorry to interrupt the roleplay currently going on--
I realise that I've let you lot down with not being active at all. I want to say that starting college is the cause but honestly it's not the sole root of it, I just have a habit of continuously burning myself out as well as possible executive dysfunction problems which means that I can't do what I know I need to do in basic terms.
So...I'm sorry, and I know I need to make more of an effort to keep up here.

Speaking of, I think a lot of stuff has happened since I was last here, so I think time-skipping on my end will free up everyone's characters so I'm not holding anyone back anymore. Does that sound okay?)

Shortly after Sargon had been dragged off to the dungeons, Crowley teleported through one of the castle's second-floor windows. Landing inside a small, dimly-lit room (which looked like a disused bedroom) he immediately began to dig around in the closets and cabinets in search of shiny objects. 'Gotta be something nice in this stupid castle...' he muttered to himself.

( @King First off, bruh, you need to chill. You're acting like not being active here is some huge let down on your part and it's not. We know life's busy, so we don't mind when you can't make it. It's all good, bruh. You don't need to worry about disappointing us, because you never could, no matter what you do. :) )

(Hey King.
That's OK. I knew you had good reasons for being kinda inactive, what with starting college and stuff. So, like Aggron said, don't worry about it. :)

If you want to go ahead and jump back in, then feel free to timeskip your OCs to a place that works best for you.)

{Vitis had sneaked upstairs and was also rummaging through the rooms.} "Shiny goods, where art thou?"

(Also, King, I'm fairly sure that Draco isn't coming back to the RP, so you may want to separate your dog squad characters from Jed and Thorn and have them do their own thing. If Draco ever does return, she can pick them up again easily enough.)

(Wait, so no more Shedon and Tochi?)

'This is a pretty big bedroom...' Crowley mumbled. 'Must be some pretty important person who sleeps here.' The room was, in fact, the King's bedroom, but since the King had disappeared it was now abandoned. 'Hey check this out!' he exclaimed, pulling out a silver, jewelled crown from somewhere.

(Aggron - Probably not.
Though, Sheldon and Tochi exist in like five different universes so this isn't the only place Draco and I RP with them. But I don't think they'll be in Shacklestone anymore.)

{Hearing Crowley, Vitis sneaks to the room.} "Hey, not so loud!"
{He whispers hoarsely}
"Woah, that is a good find though."

(a a a a h f l i p
you guys,,, are honestly too kind,,,,,
I know I tend to take things a little too far with assuming what people think and feel with,, very overactive anxiety but like,, thank you guys ;w;w;w;

And okay! I'll probably ping Mortikai over to the hospital/medic place with the kids + Emilia already getting seen to, and I'll have to read up on what went on with the others and Sargon, so it might take me a bit to make a reply,,
Just out of interest, are there any characters free of interaction at the moment?)

(Oh ok. RIP in ripperoni,
the doggo who protec
The doggo who attac
But most importantly,
The doggo who wanted to be loved bacc.
(Insert "In the Arms of the Angels" here. XD)

( @King Literally everyone except Jerry and Sargon.)

(Okay, cooliooooo
Morty's gonna have a moment are y'all ready)

(Yeah, I think everyone's free. Wendigo and Fred are chatting in the courtyard, but they're free. Crowley is just robbing the king's bedroom, and I think everyone else is sitting up in the hospital or some other part of the castle.)

(I am too slow, help me)

'Damn right it is,' Crowley said with a grin. 'I'm definitely keeping this.' Keeping the crown in his hand, he continued to rummage through the King's belongings.

( @King Yes.)
{Going through the king's wardrobe, Vitis finds his royal robes. Putting them on, he begins to mock the king.}
"Ooh, look at me, I'm king spineless! Ahahaha!"

'Ooh, be careful. His robes might be magical and you'll turn into him if you wear them,' Crowley joked. He then gave a sudden whoop of delight, pulling an elegant-looking violin out of the closet. He started to play it, slowly and hesitantly, as if he hadn't done it in a long time.

{Vitis laughs at the joke, then looks at him playing.}
"Huh, I didn't know you were musical."

Crowley grinned and continued, gaining more confidence the longer he played. 'Yeah. I had to take music class in school, and I thought I'd learn to play a violin. Seemed like a funny idea.'

{Vitis sat and listened.}
"Huh. You're not half bad. Funny idea? How so?"

'Weeell, because everyone expected me to play a 'cool' instrument, like electric guitar, or drums. Nobody thought I'd play a stupid thing like a violin. I still dunno why I chose it.'

After his conversation with Wendigo, Mortikai had felt that enough time had passed and that he'd gained enough courage to face what he now knew as his family. Fragments of memories had started to come back to him, fuzzy scenes that could either mean nothing or mean so much to him appearing in his mind, distant echoing voices in the back of his head. He was glad that it was just the one set of memories, he didn't know whether or not he could cope with more than three decades worth of memories pouring back into his brain.
As soon as he crosses the threshold of the hospital, however, a wave of something else washes over him, making his vision blurry and limbs stop working, barely even feeling the impact as his body hits the floor. Mortikai attempts to move to no avail, vision slowly...doing...dark.
Flashes of colour fill his mind, distant voices becoming nearer and clearer as everything starts to make sense. A burning sensation, fuelled with fury behind all the moving images. He should have known. He should have made that connection, a long time ago, but he didn't. Dark Brink didn't want him to, and so took that knowledge from him. But why? What was he planning? This new information, and the fact that he'd given the dark spirit permission to take his own form...Mortikai didn't like it one bit. With this realisation, everything starts to go dark again, an indiscernible amount of time passing before he manages to make his eyes flicker open again, unaware of how long he'd been out and if anyone had even noticed he was down, immediately moving to try to get up.

(Psst, did you see Jerry's reply to Sargon?)

{Vitis shrugs.}
"I suppose that doesn't matter. You're pretty good at it. Maybe if being a thug doesn't work out, you can fall back on that. Heheh."

{As Mortikai began to get up, Uncle Steve approached him.}
"Hey are you alright? Do you need help?"

(Aggron - Whoops, I missed it.)

Sargon considered for a moment. 'First of all, I would have killed Armin. I'm sure that without his help, you would have had far less chance of defeating me. Second, I would have known not to underestimate you and your allies. I was reckless this time around. I thought that the size of my army alone would be enough to overpower you all, and clearly it wasn't. I would have executed my plans through stealth rather than brute force - turning the human population into vampires, one by one, until there were enough of us to overwhelm the rest of the world.'

Crowley pulled a face. 'I don't feel like becoming a musician. Sounds like it'd get kinda boring after a while.' He kept playing. 'So, what about you? Can you play anything?'

"'m fine."
He mutters, almost bitterly, managing to push himself up until one of his elbows fails and his chin connects with the floor, biting back a hiss of pain.
"I just blacked out, y'know, no big deal. Happens all the time."
Sarcasm is heavy on his voice as he brings himself up into a sitting position, locating his fallen hat and picking it up.

{Jerry just gives a concerned look.} "Aaand, you thought that would work why? What makes you think that forcibly turned vampires would willingly work for you? Armin was one, and he betrayed you the moment he saw his chance! I tell ya, if you guys did turn me, the first thing I'd do is tear you apart with my new fledgling strength. That plan, I'd argue, is worse than your current one."

{Steve just looks concerned.}
"You should get looked at, just to be sure. Blacking out is serious. You might have something bad."
{Kneeling, he offers Morty his hand.}

{Vitis just grins.} "Heh, no. Just never had an interest in it."

'Obviously you do not know every secret of our race,' said Sargon. 'As you might imagine, being turned into a vampire is an extremely disorientating experience. It strains the mind and body. Sometimes, a newly-turned vampire will actually lose their mind and forget most of their past memories during the change. With such vampires, it's easy to manipulate them, to convince them that you have their best interests at heart. Of course, it does not happen to all vampires, so there would have been many who still rejected my command.'

Crowley snorted. 'Yeeeaah, you don't strike me as the musical type at all. You're just a big, ugly thug. You probably don't have any interests except fighting and stealing stuff.'

Jerry: "Exactly. And those who would reject you, no matter how few, would build, seek out people like me and my family, alert them of your plans, and you would lose again. Checkmate."

{Vits frowns.} "Hey, I'm not ugly. And I do have other interests. Like knife throwing. Recreationally. My accuracy's nothing to laugh at."

Sargon gazed at Jerry with no expression for a long moment. '...Did you come here for any reason other than to remind me of my failures?' he said at last. 'If I had won this conflict, and you were in the place I am now, then /I/ would be courteous enough not to gloat over my victory.'

Crowley nodded thoughtfully, playing a single drawn-out note on 'his' violin. 'Yeah, I've seen you throw knives. You're pretty good at it. You should teach me someday.' He grinned nastily. 'Then I could stab people even better than I do now.'

"I can think of one thing I have that's bad."
He rubs his wrist a little, pausing before reaching up and taking Steve's hand to pull himself up, gently dusting himself off.
"I assure you, it's only a temporary thing."
He pauses.
"I hope."

Jerry: "Hey, now, I'm not gloating. Look, the point I'm trying to make is that your plan was terrible to begin with, so you must have been awfully desperate to actually go for it. All I really want to know is why. Believe it or not, vampires aren't a poorly off as you make them out to be. There are plenty of provinces out there that are quite accepting of your race. (I'm pretty sure Armin mentioned this in a previous RP, I don't think I'm making this up.) So, why do you feel the need to turn us into you?"

{Vitis chuckles.} "Sure, I can show you sometime. Maybe in return, you can teach me to play a tune or something."

{Steve just frowns.}
"I know I can't make you, but you should really let someone look you over."

Sargon tilted his head. 'It is true that some countries are more tolerant of us. But in Vallis, hatred and racism has run high for a very long time. I have lived here for hundreds of years; I know how many humans treat non-humans here. I wanted to help the non-humans in /this/ country, regardless of how well we are received in other lands. And I suppose my plans were, in part, driven by a desire for revenge upon the humans who have belittled and disrespected us all these years.'

Crowley immediately pulled his violin towards himself in a protective gesture. 'No way am I letting you near my violin. You'll probably break it or something. I'll teach you how to play if you get one of your own.'

{Surprisingly, Jerry nods.} "I can understand that. I get it, people can suck, I'm not blind to the way you guys are treated. But resorting to violence just isn't the answer. Truth be told, I decided to set up my investigative business in Shacklestone because of the racism. I knew no one would give you guys a break, so I decided to set up there in the hopes that maybe I could help someone in need. Maybe my investigations would unearth some evidence that would clear someone's name, evidence that would be overlooked by some prejudiced cop."
( #Sapisover9000)

{Vitis just laughs.} "Ok, ya big baby. I'll get my own so you don't have to share. Happy?"

'Whatever you did, it made little difference,' said Sargon calmly. 'But, I wonder... If you had spoken to me during the attack on Shacklestone City, and told me these same things you're telling me now, perhaps I would have been convinced to abandon my plans. Perhaps I would have surrendered there and then, and not continued on to attack Sovereign City. What would have happened to me in that situation? Would I still have been imprisoned and executed?'

'Yep,' said Crowley. He found the violin case from the closet, put the violin inside, and turned to look around the room. 'OK, so I'm taking the crown thing and this violin. Do you wanna grab anything before we leave?'

"Hmph...You're probably right. I can't remember the last time I visited a real doctor, so this'll be fun."
Mortikai manages a slight grin as he shrugs, wincing a little as another step brings a fresh surge in his mind, though not enough to bring him down again, an arm shooting out to grab onto the wall. He laughs halfheartedly.
"Ohh, this is new. Wonderful. Would you mind lending a hand?"

(I think I have to go now! I'll throw in a last reply if I can, but otherwise this is goodnight.)

Jerry: "Perhaps. But, at least I was making an effort. Honestly, I think that would have largely depended upon how many people you killed. If you had stopped before anyone got hurt, a good lawyer might have been able to spin it as a protest rather than attempted genocide. That likely would have only cost you some jail time, not your life."

{Vitis looks around.} "Eh, just the dude's robes and whatever else I find on my way out."

(Ok, Bye!)

Sargon shrugged, or as best as he could with the draugrs holding him down. 'But nothing can change the past. I regret my mistakes, but I did what I felt was needed to make a difference, and nothing that has happened in these last few days can be reversed. I don't believe we have any reason to keep talking about it.'

{Steve gladly helps Mortikai walk down the hall.}
"Easy now. Are you taking any medications? Do you have any chronic illnesses? Does your family have a history of mental illness or epilepsy?"

Crowley stared at Vitis. 'You want the old guy's robes? Why? Eh, anyway, we'd better leave through the window. We don't want anyone to see us running off with this swag.'

(Bye, guys!)

{Jerry looks down.}
"I suppose not. Still, despite everything you've said and done, I don't believe you're truly evil, like everyone says. I think you're just...misguided."

(Bye!)
Vitis: "They're comfortable and expensive. Why not? Good idea, Don't want to give those hunters downstairs a reason to take our hides."

"Medication, no, if you could call immortality a chronic illness then yes, and, well, technically but not really. All that didn't exist in my day, people just thought you were mad."
Mortikai speaks in a slightly pained tone, visibly wincing as they walk.
"Say, do you know if a woman with two teenagers and a dog came in here earlier at all? I need to find her."

Sargon raised an eyebrow. 'How interesting that you feel that way, after everything I've done. I doubt you'll ever find another person who shares your opinion.'

Crowley crossed to the window, leaning halfway out and glancing around. 'I don't see anyone on the ground below,' he reported. 'Seems like it's safe to go. I mean, I could just teleport, but that'd be boring.' Without another word, he jumped straight out of the second-floor window, still clutching the stolen crown and the violin.

{Jerry gets up, a little painfully, and begins to walk away, relying heavily on his cane. }
"Perhaps not. Well, I'll leave you to your self reflection now. Glad we could talk without trying to kill each other."

{Vitis follows, shimmying on the ledge and climbing down a rain gutter.}
"Ok, pal, where to now?"

{Steve listens carefully to Mortikai's words.}
"No medication, no chronic illness, possible history of mental illness. Oh, you mean Ango and Emilia? Yeah, they've been treated and are resting now. After you get treated, I can take you to them, if you want. "

Sargon didn't respond, but watched Jerry limp away from his cell, a thoughtful expression on his face. //How strange that someone from a vampire hunter family could befriend vampires. Certainly never something I have seen happen before.//

Crowley had landed in some foliage, underneath the window, which cushioned his fall somewhat. Grunting, he stood upright, still keeping a hold on his stolen items, and looked towards Vitis. 'Dunno. I guess I'd better find a house in the city that I can make my own. I want somewhere to keep the swag - I can't carry it around everywhere. And my apartment is back in Shacklestone.'

Vitis: "Good idea. We'll need a base of operations here, and we'll eventually need to move our loot from Shacklestone."

{Jerry begins the long walk back to the palace, enjoying the view of the city as he goes along.}

Crowley picked a random direction and set off. 'Gonna go closer to the edge of the city,' he mumbled. 'Don't wanna have our base of operations too near the palace.'

While Jerry was walking back, Wendigo's three heads appeared from behind a row of buildings, looking down at him. 'So I heard there's going to be a trial for this Sargon guy,' he called out, without preamble. 'When is it?'

{Vitis nods.}"Yeah, don't want anyone noticing where we go after stealing stuff."
{Vitis looks about at the empty streets.}
"Huh, come to think of it, where is everyone? Like, everyone who didn't fight in the battle?"

{Jerry looks up at Wendigo, a little surprised}"Oh, um...I'm not entirely sure. Tomorrow, I think. Why?"

Wendigo shrugged. 'Just wanted to be sure he's being executed soon. It doesn't seem like a good idea to keep him locked up for too long. He might find some way to escape, or that Brink freak might help him.'

Crowley followed Vitis's gaze. 'Uh, I dunno. Maybe they all ran away or something, like that coward of a king. But hey, that's good news for me. I can steal any house I want.'

{Jerry nods at Wendigo.}
"Yeah, I was thinking about that too. I suppose all we can really do is wait and see. If he were to escape, do you think we could catch him again?"

{Vitis gives a thoughtful look.} "Ok, true, but they'll be back eventually, right? What happens then?"

Wendigo frowned. 'I don't know... I think that me, Fred and Armin would keep chasing him, even if we never managed to catch him. I bet one of us would end up doing something really stupid, like make a deal with Dark Brink so we can catch him.'

'Well, if they want their house back, then I'll kill 'em,' said Crowley nonchalantly.

{Vitis rubs his chin in thought.} "Ok, and if they bring the guard?"

{Jerry screws up his face.} "Hmmm, we can't have that....I guess we should all be at the trial, just to make sure he doesn't get away."

'I'll kill them too!' Crowley exclaimed, waving his violin case for dramatic effect. 'What, do you doubt my people-killing abilities or something?'

Wendigo snorted, then nodded in agreement. 'Yeah, we definitely should. I'll be there. I want to be the one to catch him again if he runs for it.'

{Vitis wanted to remind Crowley that out of everyone he's tried to kill, he's failed to kill a single one, but he knew better at this point.} "Yeah, sure buddy, whatever you say."

'Glad you understand,' said Crowley with a grin. 'So, what exactly are we doing again?' He paused on a street corner and looked around. 'Are we stealing a house for both of us, or one each? I mean, I'm pretty sure one house is enough for all our swag... unless you plan on stealing the entire palace...'

(Crowley actually has succeeded in killing a single person - the guard at the Sovereign gates when they arrived. XD)

Jerry: "Yeah, I doubt he could outrun you. I think this is the end of the line for him."

{Vitis takes a moment to think.} "I think one will do for now. "

'Definitely.' Wendigo looked towards the palace. 'So, what're we gonna be doing in the meantime, if his trial is tomorrow? Anything important we got to do?'

'Good, 'cause I wasn't going to help you steal your own house too,' said Crowley. He entered a narrow street, which like most of the city was deserted, and began to eye the houses on either side, looking for one that caught his attention.

{Jerry sits down on a low stone wall, pulls out a cigarette, and lights it.}
"Nothing left to be done. Sargon's justice is the last thing. We're done after that."

{Vitis looked about at all the houses.}
"Hmmm, I think we'll want something....inconspicuous. Like that one."
{It looked like a standard suburban two story house. Well kept, but still showed signs that it was lived in.}

'Alright,' said Wendigo, yawning. 'If nobody needs me until then, I'm gonna go hunting tonight.' There was a short pause. 'I guess I probably won't be around anymore after Sargon's dead. Not sure if Dianne will let me keep this body...'

Crowley looked at it, and pulled a face. 'That's boring, though,' he whined. 'I'd rather live somewhere cooler... like that big mansion over there...' He looked indecisively between the two. 'Eh, we'll check it out, I guess.' He advanced on the house Vitis had pointed out, and tried to open the front door. It was locked.

{Jerry leaned forward a bit, puffing on his cigarette.}
"You know, you have a choice in the matter. You can ask to stay with Dianne. You might not be able to keep the body, but you might get new ones over the years. Or, Dianne could just release you back to the afterlife."
(Ivy, Jerry's smoking. Wut u gon' do about it?)

{Vitis chuckles.} "Of course it'll be locked, dummy. I'll see if I can pick the back door lock." {With that, he walks around to the back of the house.}

'Eh... I dunno...' said Wendigo uncomfortably. 'I might not want to live like that freak Anastasia. Maybe it'd be better to just die. I mean, I already died, so I rightfully shouldn't be here anyway.'

(Ivy: *teleports over* 'HEY, QUIT THAT!' D:<)

Crowley watched his friend walk away. Then, once Vitis was out of sight, he casually went up to the nearest window and smashed it with his violin case. 'Mission accomplished,' he muttered.

{Jerry nods.} "I get that. You're not really alive, therefore, you don't really belong on this plane of existence. So, why linger, is the true question, I guess. You have plenty of time to think it over."

(Jerry: No. I'll do what I want. >:( )

{Vitis facepalms when he hears Crowley break the window.}
"Ya idgit, now we can't use it. Now, people are going to know someone broke it."

(Ivy: 'You're going to destroy your lungs, you know.')

'Yeah... I'm just glad I got to stick around long enough to help you guys catch Sargon. I've fulfilled the promise Fred and I made to each other.' Wendigo then subsided into a thoughtful silence.

'Stop worrying so much!' Crowley shouted back. 'They'll probably just think it got broken in the battle this morning or something.' He climbed through the window and went to investigate the house's interior. Finding the staircase, he immediately went up and began to search for bedrooms so he could choose one he liked.

"Yes. I'd...very much like to reconcile with them."
Mortikai nods slightly, breathing deeply as another strong pain rips through his mind.
"Are they alright? Ango, she...had quite a bad wound on her arm. And Emilia, has she received the medication she needs? I could tell she resided in the Shacklestone wards for a reason, but for what reason I do not know."
Concern was clear in his voice, with a slight undertone of guilt.

"Yeah, about that..."
{Jerry looks up at Wendigo}
"What was that promise, if you don't mind me prying a bit?"

{Vitis follows Crowley, shaking his head.} "Whatever, man. If anyone shows up, you get to deal with them."

Steve: "Ango's fine. I treated her myself. Emelia....well, we can't prescribe anything if we don't know what she has. It's not like we can ask her, or have access to her medical records. Although, I think Dianne might have a solution. But, that's just a wild guess based on the way she thoughtfully stares at Emelia whenever they're in the room together. Not sure if I should be concerned about that..."{Steve leads Morty into a room to be treated, which also happens to be the one where his family is.}

'Well, I guess I have to tell you some of my story for it to make sense,' said Wendigo. 'When I was 15, I joined Sargon's army willingly. Lots of people my age were doing it, and it seemed like the 'cool' thing to do back then. But once I'd joined up and realised exactly what Sargon wanted to do, I got cold feet. I wanted to leave. I didn't want to kill or hurt people for no good reason.' He smiled ruefully. 'I told him that I wanted to leave, and he said it wasn't allowed. I had to be loyal to him for life, and if I left, he would send troops to hunt me down and destroy me. I don't know if he really meant it, but I was scared and I believed him. A while later, I met Frederick. He was the first person I met who, like me, didn't WANT to be in the army. We ended up becoming friends and secretly planned ways to kill Sargon somehow. We made a vow that we would work together until he was dead, and we wouldn't give up or abandon each other for any reason. Until we met you guys, we didn't have anyone to rely on except each other.'

'Course I will. Then you can run away and hide in the basement like a coward.' Crowley continued exploring the house, opening doors and peering into rooms. Finally, he went inside one and dropped his stolen goods on top of the bed. 'This is the biggest bedroom, so it's mine.'

{Jerry nods.} "I see. For a while, all you had was each other. How do you think he's going to take it when you leave after all this? After all, you're either going to go back to the afterlife or go wherever Dianne goes. And I don't think Fred would enjoy traveling with her."

{Vitis shrugs.} "Whatever, dude. I'll just take the bedroom at the end of the hall."
{Vitis goes into his selected room and stashes his loot.}

(Oh, btw, I won't be present for the RP on Saturday. Sorry for the inconvenience.)

(No problem!)

Crowley spent a short while exploring his room, opening the closets and cabinets in a curious sort of way. 'Well, now I got a house, I can steal more stuff. So I think I'm gonna go do that right now.'

Wendigo thought about it. 'I dunno. If I decide to stay with Dianne, Fred won't come with me, but we can still see each other sometimes, I guess. We'll probably want to stay in touch. And if I decide to 'move on'... well... I'll ask Fred's opinion first. Either way, we haven't talked about any of this yet.'

Mortikai grumbles softly, eyes narrowing slightly.
"I don't know if I'd trust her enough to do anything to her without running it past myself...and Ango, first."

As they walk in, Ango's head snaps up from her place curled up asleep in a chair, holding her injured arm close to her chest. Her mask was on the nearby bedside table so they could clearly see the glare she was giving Mortikai, but says nothing.
Keenan was asleep on the floor in his lion form, curled up next to the chair Ango is in.
Toby is laid calmly under the bed where Emilia was resting, looking around and standing up to see who the newcomers are.

Morty glances across everyone, clearing his throat a little awkwardly before locating a free chair and sitting down.

(Awkward family reunion! :D)

(Yaaaaay!! :D)

(Lol XD)

{Steve leaves Morty in the chair, then returns promptly with medical supplies} "Hmm, ok. That's assuming she really does have something planned. We don't know for sure."
{He then sets to giving Morty an overall check up.}

"Better sooner than later." {Jerry says while throwing away his cigarette butt.} "Knowing Dianne and her paranoid tendencies, she'll probably split not long after Sargon dies. I'd talk to him today if I were you."