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Blitz gently touched around the inside of the container, freezing up when he felt some mist on him. He relaxed when he realized it wasn't hurting him and he sighed out, crossing his arms. He sighed out when another wave of mist hit him and then the pod opened. He looked around when it opened before slipping out, giving Alistair a small smile. He frowned when he saw Alice and followed after him. He froze up when cables grabbed at Alice and hid behind Alistair, terrified of what could happen now. But, Alistair was only told to work before the thing went off. Creepy... Really creepy... Well, at least he wasn't deadly or anything.
He looked up at Alistair and gave him a small frown when he was asked if he could be escorted home. He shook his head some and sighed out before speaking. His tone was one of guilt, since that THING seemed so keen on attacking HIM. "N-no... Shadow dEstroyed thE house... I-I don't want to go out thEre again..." He swallowed thickly and averted his gaze from Alistair, feeling as if he'd caused all of this horribleness... Well, his presence had caused it.
"...Hm. I see. In that case, I suppose you can stay here. I'll have to find you a room."
Alistair paused suddenly, a twitch coursing through his body as his eyes flashed a solid green. Then, he straightened up, adjusting his glasses. "Yes, I know where 01111001011011110111010100100000011000110110000101101110001000000111001101110100011000010111100100101110. It's by my office, so if there are any problems whatsoever, you can come to me for help. Come with me and I'll show you the way."
Without waiting for agreement, Alistair turned and once again led the walk out, moving rigidly as he exited the room. He made no acknowledgement to the random string of numbers he had suddenly, but steadily uttered. In his mind, he had never stopped speaking English.
Blitz looked back up at Alistair, smiling slightly when offered a...
stream of numbers? He swallowed thickly before the other turned back
to english. He nodded a bit then touched a large crack on his face,
wanting to see how bad it was. "Okay.. what do those numbers mEan..?"
he asked, looking up at Alistair. "And, thanks..." He rubbed at his
arms and sighed out some. He was safe now... Alistair would care for
him... Or, at least, help him.
"Hm? I'm afraid I don't follow. What numbers?" Alistair replied as he walked, slowing so that Blitz could walk alongside him. He thought for a moment, then adjusted his glasses, continuing his brisk walk. They were nearing the gates that led to the garden now, though Alistair didn't pay them a second glance. "I'd suggest staying in your room unless it's absolutely necessary to leave tonight. There are some here who don't take kindly to those made of flesh and blood — or in your case, glass and electricity——"
A sudden boom echoed throughout the hall as someone pounded on the doors. Then, another. And another. It stopped just as abruptly as it had started, but Alistair still turned and stared at the doors, as if waiting for the pounding to continue. When it didn't, he motioned for Blitz to stay back as he approached the gates. He straightened out his tie and collar, then pushed open one door.
It was raining outside. A storm had started up, but because of how well-built the castle was, the sound had been dulled to nearly inaudible levels, which was why, when presented with water, Alistair quickly stepped away, putting a good bit of distance from him and the distance. "What is it—Oh. It's you," he said as he looked towards the doors again. "I'm assuming you need a place to rest too?"
"Right as always, Alistair. Mind if we come in? Or, better put, will Creator mind if we come in?"
A familiar, yet unfamiliar voice. There was something off about that Irish brogue...
"I suppose so. You'll have to clean up, though. The both of you, if you brought your friend," Alistair replied, glancing back at Blitz, then at the visitors again.
"Of course. We'll clean up," Jack agreed before stepping in.
What stepped in, though, wasn't Jack. At least, not as they had once known him.
Sitting in his shoulder, melded at the torso like some enormous growth, was Crow. He had been hidden by the door, but now that they stepped in, they were as clear as day.
They had been surgically attached together.