Lynn
Valio stands in the room her arms folded almost disapprovingly. She stands over the foot of Uriels bed like a mother would looking after a sickly child. Her eye flickering over to where Finley stands with a scowl. Their displeasure evident with every native word they read. 

Valio stands stiffly her fingers digging into her biceps, the muscles pulsing around the pressure but she makes so movement to let it be known. 

What if she didn't take Annika? Would've all this happened, would Margo still be safe. 
She told her if she did something stupid something stupid would indeed happen. 

Nobody listens. 

What's going to happen to Margo. Why wasn't she asked for help, was she scared of Valio? Is everyone?

Nevermind that she needs to know what Finley read. 

"What does it say?"
Her monotonic low voice rings in the emotionally stifled room.
Angela
Finleys posture is stiff as a board. Their fingers grip the note as if they could put holes through it with their gaze alone. Something in their shoulders shakes, if just from holding the anger inside. 

They look over their shoulder at Owen for half a second. These words will not be kind on their gentle friend's ears.

"Owen, I want to apologize."

The words come out stiff, heavily accented with their native French. 

"It must weigh on your soul so heavily to see someone you care about so distinctly inflicted in this self-given helplessness."

A quiet line of French curses pass their lips, muttered under their breath as they rub the place between their eyebrows and tug on their bangs. A few loose strands of blond fall between their fingers, the note still hanging in their other hand.

"Forgive me. I'm frustrated. But, if you will - Uriel has locked themself in some comatose state and refuses to come out. Even though one of their close friends is missing. Even despite the danger we are all in simply by being here."

Another French curse slips out - *Selfish bastard.*

"I'm sorry I cannot deliver better news."
Melissa
Owen's stare didn't budge at Finley's condolences. Sitting cross-legged at the foot of their bed, his hunched-over figure was curled toward the still figure of Uriel, scanning for any movement. 

He knew without needing to look twice, however, that the only part of them that showed any sign of life was their eyes, zipping back and forth behind their eyelids. 

The tired boy hated this- he hated that his friend wouldn't wake up and just *Talk* To him, hated that Margo was missing, hated that he was so pitifully twisted up at the drop of a hat. Uriel had told him that he was a protector, once- what sort of a shield quivered and froze as soon as its charge took a nap?

Small sounds died in his throat as Finley summed up their note.

...

A shaky sigh. Fin was frustrated with them. That didn't do wonders for the knot in his stomach. *Please don't think ill about them, they don't mean it like that,* He meant to say, though their perspective made uncomfortable sense. It was too hot in his skin, and too noisy, *And missing something*. A small part of him hoped to fall asleep here, and hope to find his friend in wherever they had gone; if only they would just come to him, say anything, hell, leave a note he could understand...

Cosmo shifted, Uriel dreamed, and Owen fiddled with the volume on his earbuds.
Lewis
Ares had been one of the last to show up, fashionably late as he always called it. Being so deep into the night, the boy looked messy and tired but not too off from his usual self. Now he was here, he could not pick out a single thought in his racing mind. 

He stood pressed against the wall beside the door, his strong arms folded over his chest and his face held a stare that could shoot daggers across a room with deadly accurate precision. He frankly has *No* Clue what the *Fuck* Is going on here, but it seems to bother the ones he cares about so it must be important.

His gaze fell on Finley, observing their behaviour for a moment. They seemed angry. It then fell on Uriel, unconscious and still, similar to a corpse. Ares' could practically feel the cold emanating off of them from the other side of the room.

Val spoke, then Finley. Owen stood there, still. All of them knew what was going on, or at least *More than him.* Ares couldn't help but scowl at his own lack of knowledge. Caleb always told him to listen more, and speak less. *He isn't here, now is he?* Ares thought, before directly disobeying his brothers advice.

"Listen- I dont know whats going on with the angels- or Uriel- or why they decided to put themselves in a damn coma." Ares' words came out harsh and solid, but held little weight. 

"But it seems like this is a big fucking deal or whatever. Either way they probably had a reason."

His hands gestured away from his chest with each syllable, obviously annoyed at his own confusion. Loud words fell from his mouth, almost frantic if it wasn't for the smooth confidence he spoke with. 

"Anyways, Val, if you leave in search of the missing people... You have to let me join you." 
_ _

He turned and looked at Valio, his deep auburn eyes met hers. He was genuinely serious for once. The two had become rather close since the first time they met in person, and Ares knew that he cared about her well being. Of course he'd never admit this, but maybe his actions would speak louder than his words. 

Ares failed to look at Finley after insisting he joins Valio. He knew they told him not to but Ares cared more about making sure Valio didn't go alone and would not be changing his mind easily. 

What's the worst that could happen?
Johnathan
Yarimiel had exited her dorm, chuckling quietly about the messages she'd been sending, having entertained herself thoroughly but having now grown bored. She quietly shut her door and took in the total bliss of a quiet building in the dead of night, absolutely loving the isolated feeling it gave off. She was not afraid of the dark, as *She* Was the thing that went bump in the night, and in this case, quite literally. She rolled through her phone and selected a music app, plugging her earbuds in and putting on some of the loudest music she knew, jamming out to it in the hallways, walking in only slippers and her sleepwear, which is just more oversized clothing, but not as thick as her casual or day clothes. She did this for a couple of minutes, just dancing by herself in a nearly pitch-black hallway in the middle of the night before the song stopped, giving her mind and body a few seconds to calm down before she began to hear something a few doors down. It was a pretty big commotion, warranting her to take out her earbuds and actually listen to whatever the hell this was.

She crept up closer and closer to the door, making her own steps completely inaudible to most, even in the deafening silence of the night. She then put an ear to the door ever so gently to try and hear what the hell was going on through it, but to no avail, the door was so thick it actually *Reduced* The sound, which meant the sound was coming in from a gap. She crouched down slowly and tried to get a look inside, but nothing, it was too dark, and again, the door was too thick to reveal any details. She decided to lightly thump the softer part of her fist against the door loud enough to make the faintest sound in her complete innocence and naivety, doing so a few more times with a space of a couple of seconds. Her mind went directly to either Hanky-Panky or something to do with that tower-marblewing shit from earlier, both results coming from the analytical but oh-so-erratic mind of Yarimiel, the Chaos Catalyst.
Lynn
Valio listened sparsely, her mind drowning itself in static. It was warped, shuttering violently with every word spoken. Completely out of it as she stood still within the room. They all seemed to distraught in different ways, she couldn't even help correctly, what a laugh. 

Valio wasn't even listening to Ares, his loud speech mixing in the loud yells caving in her mind. 
Valio's every presence seemed twisted as if she'd been launched back into some stuck up past. 
The static was hurting her head everything was pulsing. Everything hurting. There was a long drawn out cry that slowly withered away when Valio turned to the door of the room. 

The thump against the door caused her to lean to the door and almost rip off the door from it's hinges. The door groans in stress as the knob heats. She stares at Yarimiel in the doorway. 

"What do you want?"

It sounded slightly irritated, though she didn't mean to make it sound that way. Valio looks comedic with her frown and raised brow. She clearly wasn't expecting company and definitely not at a time like this. 

"Tell me."

She presses, unhearing to those in the room.