Melissa
The commotion at the door rattled Owen from his beyond anxious trance. Something almost relieved fluttered in his guts when he realized the newcomer was someone he recognized- the unexpectedly nice night terror girl, after a hint of warmth in the cold, dark halls. He couldn't fault her for that. Besides, she gave good hugs.

"Ah- uhm- Val, y-you don't need to-"

A quick breath. 

"H-hello, Yari."

*That was her name, right?* It really was four in the morning. Sluggishly turning his body away from Uriel's, Owen picked at the chipped black polish on his nails, and alternated between watching the scene at the door and Ares' (oddly earnest) fidgeting. He really wished his nerves weren't trying to crawl out of his skin.
Lewis
Ares kept his sharp gaze on Valio, and then shot it to the door directly next to him at the sound of knocking. *Who the fuck is bothering them at four in the fucking morning?* Ares' mind spat out insults with zero remorse. 

"Valio did you hear me?" The boy sighed at no answer. "Whatever." Ares spoke loud, but not loud enough. Valio seemed to be preoccupied so he decided to bring it back up later. 

For now, Finley remained on the other side of the room. 

With the door swinging open and nearly smacking Ares square in the nose, he decided it was a good time to see what Finley was fussing about. Before turning his attention to the blonde, Ares attempted to see who was at the door. He failed, being unable to see over Valio and Owen combined. With a sigh, he decided he didn't care. 

Ares stood behind Finley, a tad close, peering down and over their shoulders to see what the paper said. Ares grumbled at the realization that it was entirely in french.

"So like... Did they say *Why* They put themselves in a damn coma or?" Ares paused. "How is this helpful in any circumstance."

The words the boy spoke were smooth, loud and confident, but laced deep underneath fell uncertainty and anger. Ares didn't know *Shit* About *Anything* That was happening. He didn't know *Why.* He hated being left out of things. 

He felt the stress bubble under his skin, but didn't act on it. 

Returning his arms to a crossed position over his chest, Ares looked down at Finley. He huffed a sigh of annoyance before turning over his shoulder to look at Valio.

"Who's at the door, Val?" His tone was genuine. "What do they want." He called out towards the stranger, rather aggressively. The tone switch was almost comical. He heard Owen mutter a name, but couldn't make it out. 

Everyone was very obviously tired.
Johnathan
Yarimiel stood there in silence for a second, thinking for a second that it was okay to turn on her phone to illuminate the room. She turned it to each of them and recognized Owen for a second, but her trademark blank expression remained on her face. She answered to the Scary Tall Muscle Lady with a "Huh? Just wonderin' what's goin on..." She then mouthed in a very obvious manner 'ANGELS?' and raised an eyebrow dramatically, or rather it was notable because one of them actually came *Down*, she wanted confirmation on her theory that someone was going to eventually do something about this. She then came into the room anyways and went over to Owen, as that was the only person she recognized, then she sat next to him and waited for a door to close. Not even God can say where she got the courage to ask "So... Are they dead?" With sheer enthusiasm painted across her face without a hint of sarcasm or any other sign that she was faking it or doing it for humor.

The girl was legit just excited to have inserted herself into this. Her sudden presence and unwelcome emotions made the air so tense that it felt notably harder to breathe, but this clear air of 'unwelcome' was simply replied with a "Nice room, definitely better than mine, mine's all barren and gross, yours looks cool!" Regardless of how many things were different from a standard room she would still compliment it, fuck it, even if it was even more barren, the people made it cool. So many angry people here, it got her excited for what was next for some reason, maybe it was her fucked-up sense of fight-or-flight— or rather just fight— that associated angry faces and tension with the clear justification to harm others eventually.

She then tried to get a good look around at everyone, a dumb smile on her face. She analyzed their features and if they spoke, she tried to recognize their voice, but still looked around like a kid in a candy store. To be fair, she *Is* A kid, but even then, she had more life and energy in this room than every object and person in it combined at the Haunting Hour, pretty fitting for someone who looks like a paralysis demon. "Hey, Owen, what's going on?" She finally asks after her attention span regenerates and her conscious mind takes the wheel again.
Lynn
Valio stood blankly at the door, her eye wide before she sighed. She pinched the bridge of her nose. She leaned back from the door. 

"Yes, angels. Get inside the room already."

She speaks letting a slight note of impatience be known. She looks over to Ares for a moment, her frown almost disappearing for a second. 

"What did you say Ares? Y'know I'm hard of hearing." 

She points to her only uncovered ear and even then it looks completely scarred over with a molten lichtenberg looking scar. The veins in her hand pulse uncomfortably. She stands like a monument to nothing, just there eroding in the wicked sea. 

She wants to help but can she? Who will still look at her the same if she has to cave into her deepest memories and fears?

Nobody, but that's a story for another time. There's somebody who acted stupid that needs help. 
Everyone here is a little selfish. It's just up to the person if it sways their decision. 

And Margo certainly did just that. Odd girl.
Angela
"Mon dieu - hello, oui, get inside, no, they're not dead - who are you, again?" 

Finley reaches over and pulls the door shut with a decisive *Clack*, sitting the note from Uriel back on the bed. Everything in their bones wants to grip Ares and Valios arms and beg them not to go. The angels are lethal - beyond lethal, beyond parahuman. None of them stand a chance, they suppose, not to mention, they've never met Yarimiel in person before, and don't even know her name, or how she talked so fast.

"I'm Finley," They say, "We haven't been introduced properly. Uriel has put themself into a coma to only be disturbed if, and I quote, their assistance becomes required to counter the angels." 

Are they not as selfish as Uriel, then, for holding onto their friends with white knuckles? Are they not as selfish for pleading with them not to go? 

But Finley is here. They are awake. They have to believe that means something, to someone.

"I don't know how to wake them. Whatever we're going to do, it might have to be without Uriel."
Melissa
Every word spoken *"Without Uriel"* Turned Owen's stomach further. He barely remembered to shift over a little when Yari sat next to him, politeness almost comical in the state he was in. He didn't turn his head when she spoke to him, but he pushed an answer out of his throat.

"Margo vanished. Their roommate, off to that tower. Th-they're alright, this happens.."

The last bit trailed off, a familiar hot pressure rising in the soft part beneath his jaw and pushing behind his eyes. *Not here, please, not right now,* He pleaded, digging the heels of his hands into his eye sockets. Pressure against pressure felt nice, nice as it could. It served to hold back the tears, at least.

His head snapped up toward Finley at their last piece. 

"W-without them? I-are we- are we sure? They can't sleep forever, surely w-we can wake them-m or-" A deep breath. The stammer had mostly dissolved since he was younger, but it still reminded him of itself when the mask slipped. A wave of nausea ran through his torso, and he brought his knees up to his chest. He had to stay awake, alert, and ready to help.

"J-just, slow down. Maybe, maybe there's something Margo left in here, written down? She's got plans, strategies, I don't know.."
Lewis
Ares stood slightly behind Fin, staring at the room with disbelief. He was genuinely confused, and hadn't done anything to change that. A part of him felt guilty for that, but he couldn't be bothered to care any more. 

"What the fuck do you want-" Ares snapped at the new face in the room. He noticed however, Owen welcoming her to sit beside him. Instead of his previous idea, Ares took a breath and bit his tongue. 

"Whatever, I don't care." He turned his gaze to Valio, completely brushing off Yari and her presence. 

"Im coming with you if you leave." 

Locking his gaze on Val, he was serious once again. A face of sincerity was a rare sight on the bastard himself, so when he wore it he meant it. 

"I have explosives, smoke and experience. I'd be hella useful in a fight." Ares gestured as he spoke, the line between whether he was attempting to convince Val or himself was blurred. He knew Finley was worried, but he was confident in himself. He could handle it. 

Who was he if he couldn't?

As Owen spoke, Ares drew his attention in. He seemed shaken, and a lot more nervous than Ares originally thought. The dark haired boy furrowed his brows as he listened.

"Maybe? I don't know. No harm in looking right? Hopefully Elsa here and Ms. Kill-You-If-You-Look-At-Me-Wrong wont murder me for this." 

Ares snickered, his laugh was teasing and laced with light hearted undertones. No harm in making a few jokes either. 

Turning away from Finley, Ares began to scan the room. Turning to the desk and drawers, looking through them with minimal care of keeping things neat.
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Johnathan
"From the brief synopsis Owen gave me and your moods, this sounds like a rescue mission. I can slip through cracks of virtually any visible size. Through gates, grates, grills, under doors, through keyholes, plus I can move through shadows, as far as I'm aware. I'm very stealthy! People tend to not notice me the more I don't want them to." I can do a lot of things and a lot of them are stealth-related! But trust me I can most likely hold my own physically, maybe even against you!" She points to Valio and laughs childishly.

"Anyway, well if Owen's upset, then this probably has to do with one of his friends, and Owen is a friend of mine, so now I'm fully willing to skin whoever made him feel lime that, alive. Or maybe I can devour them! Free food! Anyway- yeah, I got stealth, force and a spooky scream." She spoke in funny voices and inflections the entire time, as of she either didn't grasp the situation fully or simply didn't care enough to. "Maybe I could make friends by rescuing them, yeah! That sounds so cool!"

"Oh, and you're better off just waiting for this guy(g/n) to wake up. Getting knocked isn't something you just get up from. I've been knocked out once and *Boy* Is it annoying. Also, logically, depending on how they achieved this knock-out, the aftermath may be better or worse, or make the current situation easier or impossible to fix."
Lynn
Valio just blankly stares at Yari, she purses her lips before settling into a deeper frown. 
Why does everyone want to fight her? Does she really look that bad? She doesn't know what the girl means anyway, just as long as she helps. 

She waves off the girl before returning to look at Ares. Whom for once looks genuine. Her brow furrows as she stares at Ares. 
Is he really willing to come with her? She didn't think he would, well that is putting into consideration that she isn't Finley. Valio just didn't think herself that important or noteworthy, but clearly other people have thought otherwise. Maybe she should start trying a bit harder even though she's bad at it. 

Valio let out a snort at the nicknames before going to join Ares in looking through the drawers. Might as well be nosey too, what's the worst that could happen if Margo returns... If she does.
Valio will get her back, if it kills her then so be it. 

"Yeah you can come with me Ares."

Valio opened a drawer or two almost unhinging them, a notebook hit her arm and made a loud slap to the floor. She picked it up with a confused look, a notebook really? 

"If any of you want to wake Uriel you can. I'm not sure they'll help but, whatever works."

She says looking at the three others, she looks to Ares. There's a small soft smile that wavers just a small bit, she hasn't done it in a while but there it was. 

"Wanna look around some more? C'mon." 

She teases.