#pd!coil (post)

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*and once more, the coilgraft is clinging to orderspace while in regen mode again. He's seemed to have made a habit of doing this when concerned, quietly beeping in a softer manner than usual. It is quite... odd that he does this, though... as it seems his demeanor changes slightly when he gets like this...*

~ @fr0stb1tt3n-b10n1cs ((mwehehehhee))

!! Oh hey Coil-… say. Can I ask, are you.. alright? You seem to become slightly off when your in this mode-

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(he gave a sigh, now awake and simply sitting on the bed. he gave his phone a check to see if anything happened while he was away...)

(....oh.... its.... its his spawn day. he had almost completely forgotten he even HAD one- he feels like he should be excited about it! He usually is! but.... he just.. isn't. So much has happened over the past few months that he just- cant help but to think about it rather then his own spawn day...)

(He looks at Detective and Coil and back at his phone, his wings droop a bit as he gave a sad sigh. he could tell them but does it even matter at this point? he's got more things to worry about more then a silly date anyways.... what's the point of celebrating it if there's nothing to celebrate about?.... and who the hell would he even celebrate it WITH with almost everyone he wouldve celebrated it with gone?..)

(he flops back onto the bed to stare up at the cold ceiling of Blackrock's remnants.)

(he... will pass on it this time.)

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*... clank*

*there's a noise outside in the snow, sounding like the clanking of metal, of something or... someone- struggling to get up and then falling back down. It sounds shaky, scared even...*

~ @fr0stb1tt3n-b10n1cs

(He was getting frustrated on how nothing seems to be fitting, or just being out right rejected by the shadows until he heard something sound out from the outside. He turns towards where the sound came from, debating if he should check it out. But.. that means leaving…..)

(….. he looked back at blaster. He should push himself to finish fixing him but…. He gave a sigh and got up. He would still be there when he got back, he could afford some time off of trying to finish him despite how futile it is.)

(he gives a small grunt as he pushes himself off from sitting on the floor, stretching his limbs and wings afterwards before heading out of the computer room… how long have you been in there exactly? You….. lost track… but some fresh air is nice, especially when fresh air is being cycled in from the big ass hole that was blown through the ceiling. The ground beneath it seems to already be covered in snow and the building has gotten significantly colder.)

(He walked around now that he’s a bit more stable to do so, looking for whoever or whatever made the noise he heard. Could be a wild animal… but.. it sounded far too metallic for that… couldn’t be another Biograft, most if not all of them had been shut down…)

h-.. HELLO? (His voice sounded, a little better than what it was a few days.. or more- earlier albiet still tired from the lack of sleep. Demons don’t need sleep anyways!.. or.. so he justifies it, but honestly at this point he might be pushing it a little)