Im back

Echo: *approaches him, ignoring my usual hostile behavior*

V: to put it simply, he heals fast. but would be very thankful if you helped him heal faster.

Echo: How?

V: Medical attention, duh.

V: uh, screw you, im a Smart AI. maybe if youd listened youd know that!

Echo: Well I do now. What do you want?

V: I am a truly artificial intelligence, named after the guide in the poem "The Inferno" by dante, which is fitting for my role, now would you kindly reach into the emerors left pocket?

Echo: Artificial Intelligence huh. You're talking to a robot, you know. *instead of checking Umbreon's pocket, I use my X-Ray and look at his pocket*

V: im talking to an atrificial unintelligence.
*you see a medkit in their pocket*

Echo: *I roll my eyes* Good one. Ignorance doesn't mean I'm "unintelligent". *I expend my tentacle and grab the medkit from the pocket*

V: The emperor has nitrogen-based blood, so do be careful.

Echo: Nitrogen-based huh. *I open the medkit*

V: he has several lacerations on his abdomen, namely from glass and the occasional interdimensional rift. as well as a moderate concussion. he'd be fine in about 2 weeks without your help.

Echo: *I stare at Virgil* Are you sure?

Umbreon: *jackshit, hes unconcious*

Echo: *I gently pat my tentacle on his head, trying to wake him up*

U: *groan*

Echo: *I back away a little* Are you okay?

U: *a beeping comes from a helmet nearby*

Echo: *grabs the helmet and examines it*

*the beeping stops, and a hologram appears*
??: Ah! Finally! my distress signal as recieved! *it looks like a person, wearing a simple valet uniform* my name is Virgil. Smart AI number 404-6264. i am Umbreons personal assistant, and companion.

Echo: *I seem to ignore Virgil, as I continue examining the helmet*

V: hello! oi, TV face!

Echo: *stares at Virgil* You're supposed to be a recording, aren't you?

Comet: WH04 4R3 Y0U 0K??? + speed walks to them+

U: hm... maybe they don't like the fact I'm looking for someone...

Comet: 0h wh0? c4n I h3lp y0u l00k f0r th3m s0m3h0w???

U: maybe. you see a mothfolk fly past here?

Comet: hmmm.. 4 c0upl3 wh4t c0l0r?

U: brown, little bit of white. looks like a common North American dust moth.

Comet: y34h I did! flying s0uth if I r3m3b3r c00r3ctly

U: thank you. he's a little mad at me right now. I wouldn't give him a jar of honey.

Comet: 0hhh.. W3ll I h0p3 th4t h3lp3d, y0u sh0uld pr0b4bly g0 s0rt th4t 0ut n0w th0ugh

U: thank you. now I just need to catch my fluffy boyfriend. *runs*

Comet 0hh...0k G00D LUUCK!!!!

Umbreon: *K.O*

Comet: 4HHHHHHH W4K3 UP 4R3 U 0K???? +they shook him and not gently+

U: *startles awake* gha what the hell?!

Comet: 4R3 U 0K- u w3r3 l4ying 0n th3 fl00r kn0ck3d 0ut- +they looked really worried+

U: got in a fight with a tree, the tree won

Comet: 0hh.. d4ng-

U: normally I'm on good terms with dryads... weird.

Comet: hmmm did y0u pick 4t th3 tr33 sh3s 4t?...

U: no. one of my adoptive moms is a dryad, I know to ask permission before picking a dryads fruit.

Comet: Hmmm...wh4t 3ls3 c0uld h4v3 b33n th3 r34s0n y0u g0t b34t up th3n????

Azrael: *runs up to them*

Umbreon: *K.O*

Azrael: *starts to heal him*

U: *groans*

Azrael: *continues to heal him*

U: *some of the wounds heal, but not the one under those bandages on their chest, you figure you should learn that one alone*

Azrael: *sighs and teleports both of them to her home*

U: *auto on the couch*

Azrael: *goes into her kitchen and prepares food, keeping an eye on him*

U: *sleep*

Azrael: *begins to hum to herself*

U: thanks. *sits up*

Azrael: *nods*

U: *stands, a little unsteady, but walks along*

Azrael: *walks beside him*

U: thanks.

Azrael: *nods* Anytime!

U: *looks around*

Azrael: On the table.

U: *picks it up*

Azrael: I'm Azrael. Your name?

U: ομπρέλα. *clears throat* sorry, Umbreon.

Azrael: Į̵̻̱͓̠̘͓̺̤͓̘̀̀́͛̊́̏̾͜ť̸͈͎̥͓̘̟͐͐͝'̷̢̛̩͍̤̹͚̜̙͇͙̞̘̘̝̏͑͂̋́ͅs̷͎͎̙̺̣͕̍̌̓͠ ̷̙͇̞͕͑̐̓̈́̉͑̇͘ơ̴̡̧̢̛̛͇̖͎̘̳̊͗̏̌̌͠͝k̶̨̗͎̦̤̗͙̘̺̪̺͇̿̓̋̆͊̄͂̊̿͜͝͝a̷̛̯̝͕̪̽̋̽͒͋̑̕͘y̶̠̣̻̳̤͋̈́̓́͌̑̅͐̉̒͐̈́̕͝͝.̵̡̮̮̯̱̖̩̊͝ *takes a deep breath* It's okay.

U: ... what the f**k-

Azrael: *smiles* Sorry about that.

U: uh... ok...

Azrael: *smiles*

U: ...

Azrael: *hums to herself*

U: *Jesus Christ you'd think someone was mowing a lawn they snore so bad*

Azrael: *walks over and gently shakes him*

U: meahg.

Azrael: I made food.

U: oo.

Azrael: *chuckles*

U: heh. *sits up*

Azrael: *smiles* Come on.

U: hm?

Azrael: Food is in the kitchen.