Colin's posts

He looked over towards her, and, while he didn't like the flat, devoid tone she had... he had to admit that it sounded a LOT better than before.

'...Miss Syraene really is a miracle worker at times...' he thought.

"Hey." he responded.

"So... ah, how are you feeling?" he asked.

"Better than before, I hope?" he said further.

"...fair." he responded.

"I'll leave, then. Let you get on with it." he told her.

And so he did. He left his place and tried his best to occupy his time and distract himself... though he was always keeping tabs on the time, almost counting the minutes down before he could return.

And he did return after an hour. On the dot. He made his way back and slowly opened the door.

"Hello?" he said, poking his head in, and then stepping inside, closing the door behind him.

@totalanimefan: Yup. It'd be wonderful to just approach a 1-star raid, spend a minute at most on it, and move on.

He nodded in response.

"All right." he said.

"...an hour, huh?" he then asked.

"Tell me." he muttered. "What will I be returning to?" he asked her.

"Will you still be here? Will Hazel be awake or unconscious again?" he asked further.

"Just so I know what to expect."

He paused for a moment, thinking about it.

"Ah... barricaded?" he asked. "Eh-heh... not... not very." he admitted. "Admittedly, it's not been a thing that I've been concerning myself with, as I have my OWN mana under control, and I wasn't expecting this sort of situation." he sighed.

"So... I guess I SHOULD clear out." he concluded.

"I suppose just... find me when you've done all you can?" he then said with a shrug.

"...and also, thank you for coming to help Hazel." he added quietly.

@sorrowthemad: I'm doin' okay. What's new in your neck of the world?

@totalanimefan: Precisely! And like I said, even if it's just for private raiding groups, I'd love to see that implemented.

"Hazel..." he mumbled, the name ringing through his mind.

"Oh... wait... wait, that's her name?" he asked.

"I... if I knew that, I don't remember..." he admittedly guiltily.

"Anyway, should I clear out?" he asked Syraene.

"Or is there anything else I should be doing while this is happening?"

"Oh! Ah, yes. Yes, indeed." he replied, before making his way to the door to the bedroom. He opened it slightly for her, and sighed.

"She's in here." he said.

"Won't do anything unless told." he told her.

"And even then, won't do anything unless it's an order that she feels is... on her level. In the worst way possible." he mumbled.

"Pisses me off..." he growled.

He'd still been fuming, and his anger had not subsided by the time he'd answered the door... however, when he saw who was there, everything seemed to shift immediately, and he took a few stunned unconscious steps back.

"M... M..." he stammered.

"M-Miss Syraene." he finally got out.

"Y-yes, of course, come in." he told her, stepping out of the way.

"What... what brings YOU here?" he asked.

"...I'll make you some food, then." he replied.

"Just... just stay here until it's ready." he told her, before shutting the door.

He then made his way to the kitchenette, and started to get things together for an omelet. But the more he worked, the more forceful he was getting. The eggs were being cracked harder, his chopping was heavier... until he just stopped and punched a wall.

"Damn it!" he cursed.

"Vanessa, you ruin everything you touch!" he growled loudly, as a black fire aura flared to life around him.

He didn't know how to respond to this.

He legit wasn't sure what to say to her. She asked if she could be of service, he told her to put clothes on, she refused. And she wasn't saying anything about WHY she had the blindfold.

All she kept saying was she wanted to be of service, and stuff about 'Mistress'.

"...will you eat?" he asked.

"If I were to give you food, would you eat it?"

He immediately started to feel more anger for Vanessa when he heard that.

"...experiments..." he growled.

"All right... you won't put on clothes." he said.

"Does the blindfold count as clothing?" he asked.

"You were wearing it before, why not now?" he asked her.

"What was with you wearing it, anyway?"

He didn't like hearing that. Her saying that made some uncomfortable memories flood back, and caused some anger to start boiling up inside of him. However, he kept it pushed down, and sighed.

"Uh... well, you can... get dressed?" he responded.

He didn't like ordering her around, but she couldn't just sit there, in her undergarments. So he would have her clothed.

"And... uh, I noticed you had a blindfold on before, but you don't now." he continued.

"Can you tell me why?" he asked.

His eyes widened when he saw what he did. He wasn't quite sure WHAT to make of this, and debated closing the door again, but he forced himself to open the door a little more, but he averted his eyes.

"Ah... um..." he stammered.

"Are... are you all right?" he asked.

"I mean... there anything I can do for you? Want something to eat?" he asked her further.

"And... ah, want some new clothes or anything?"