Room 608: Derek T. and Virgil V.

[Vergil von Wulf]

Vergil felt around for the hand and clutched it firmly to bring himself up in a little stumble then dust himself off lightly. He smiled in an embarrassed manner for being spooked so easily and rubbed the back of his head, "Sleehp vhell?"

[Mykel Rahs]

"small nightmare, but otherwise yeah, I did. I had a nice teddy bear." He laughed softly, nudging the otehr.

[Vergil von Wulf]

Vergil giggled a little when nudged and came to sit on the bed upon his knees, touching his shoulder, "Vould yu lyke tu tahlk ahbout ett, Mai-khul?"

[❥Toshie Makinami]

Toshie woke up to find that she was still in Vergil's room. She rubbed her eyes sleepily and yawned, "What's up?"

[Vergil von Wulf]

Vergil sat back on his knees and looked over to Toshie, Flug looking down as well to the petite girl she still held. The spirit set her aside on the bed and leaned over her for a moment then retreated, tucking her legs aside to tuck into herself again and rest once again. Her wielder smiled to the girl she had been holding, "Yu sleehp vhell Fräulein Mahkeenahmi?"

[❥Toshie Makinami]

She nodded in agreement and smiled, "Yes, I did." Toshie let her hair down and combed through it with her fingers, "I am sohree I fell I asreep."

[Vergil von Wulf]

"Ve ahll fhel tu sleehp, Fräulein Mahkeenahmi," Vergil explained with a wave of his hand, "Du noht vorry." He rubbed his eyes and looked around the room then to both of his occupants, flopping onto his stomach lazily, "Vould yu lyke tu do ahneetheeng Fräulein Mahkeenahmi, Mai-khul?"
Vergil went quiet after a while and soon there was a steady rhythm to the rising and falling of his back; he had fallen asleep.

[❥Toshie Makinami]

Toshie smiled and decided to take her leave, closing the door behind her quietly so as to not wake the sleepers.

[Vergil von Wulf]

Flug had laid down and curled around the wielder when everyone had left, bringing him close to find sleep for herself. They napped steadily throughout the day until Vergil felt this unbearable hunger that woke him- reminding him he had not eaten all day. He shifted on the bed and sleepily got up with a yawn whilst rubbing his eyes which woke Flug, her own eyes fluttering open; she spread her wings to stretch and was pleased to find she was now healed, telling Vergil with an excited whispering of overlapping tones and words that echoed off the wall of his core like a yell does in a hollow and desolate stairwell. He smiled and congratulated her as he got a change of clothes and put on his shoes.
Flug waited patiently to be resealed by her wielder when she saw he was going out. She refused, now that she was well and not a hindrance, to let him go alone. With a last thank you, Vergil sealed the card in a flurry of compressing feathers and tucked her into the deck again to go check if anyone else hungered like he.

[Vergil von Wulf]

The room was empty again. He found it strange he never saw his roommate though his things were quite obviously here. His emotions churned from distressed, to disbelief, to a mixture of so many that from his case snapped open violently and a card made itself known by thrusting itself in his chest. With much surprise he caught it and found it to be Der Beschütze.

He sat on his bed and unlocked her with less vigor than usual and in slashing bands of bronze and gold, another tall, almost amazonian woman stood in the room. She had a stern face in place and helmet absent, usually full lips thin and glittering golden eyes dull as she kneeled in front of the confused wielder and studied his lost face. Her bronze and ornately carved half-breastplate gleamed under the fresh sunlight that streamed into the room; matching tassets hung from her hips and from under it spilled a sheer fabric that matched the material of Flug's own outfit just differed in hue. The brown, leather ankle and wrists cuffs she wore decorated with pieces of dangling bronze trinity knots clacked together in soft tinkling sounds when she moved and put her hand to his cheek.

Vergil stood from the bed and threw his arms around her neck, the spirit cooing in comfort within his core as she stood and carried him to his bed to sit much like Flug had and hold him in his lap. She held him in her arms bridal style as he rested his head on her chest and listened to the silence and cooing in his core. Slowly he shut his eyes to sleep, leaving Der Beschütze to summon her halberd and rest it upon the bed in case of intrusion.

[Mykel Rahs]

Mykel knocked gently, eyes downcast. "V-Vergil? Wings, I just.... I'm sorry." He called softly, sliding a note of apology under the door and slipping back to his own room.

[Vergil von Wulf]

Der Beschütze went defensive, taking her halberd up in arms to point it at the door when she heard a voice. The door did not open, which pleased her, but she wearily looked down at the thing that slipped under the door. She made no move to get it. Instead, she set the halberd aside again to shift the small wielder in her arms and to the bed with another coo to keep him asleep though it was in vain. Vergil stirred once he was away from the warmth of Der Beschütze making her berate herself but she waited for him to wake as she stood by the bed, "Mmn..."

When Vergil opened his eyes he found himself staring at the Der Beschütze's sun-kissed pallor, amusement dancing in her gold eyes. "Mm," he made another soft sound as he sat up on the bed and looked around, "Was ist passiert..?" The bronzed spirit said nothing but pointed to the door then to the floor, murmuring filling his core. Someone had been here. He stood and went to retrieve the paper to find it was from Mykel.

[Mykel Rahs]

Mykel slid down the wall to sit outside Vergil's door, praying the other got his note.

[Vergil von Wulf]

Vergil slowly opened the note and sat at his bed to read it while Der Beschütze stood guard at the door. She surveyed the room, the two exits (windows) and the one she stood by just in case and Vergil shut the note again, whispering to the card's sentient spirit to come with him to check something across the hall.
Der Beschütze opened the door and peeked out first, putting a hand out to stop the approaching Vergil when she spotted Mykel near the door.

[Mykel Rahs]

Mykel lay curled on the floor, knees to his chest, eyes glazed over. His skin was paler than before, and no sparks were seen.