[color=#FFDAB9]Killian Jones[/color], [color=lavender]Azulia Ellison[/color], and [color=salmon]Oscar[/color]

Collab between myself, [@Luna], and [@Vietmyke]

Killian finished slipping into his shirt just as the phone started playing a classical melody, a perfect fit to Charles in the young man’s opinion, with an eyebrow raised. He walked over to the small makeshift desk located a little bit off to his right. The guy’s hand reached outwards trying to decide if it was a prank or not. If it wasn't the professor, they would most likely be angry for the student ignoring his call. If it was, then there wasn't much the young man could do considering he couldn't text his teacher to leave him be.


He grumbled as his left hand slide the lock screen. The picture that was set as its home screen was from Killian's past. There was five people total sitting on the steps of an abandoned building. A memory which he would forget for the rest of his life. The only likely reason that the guy survived was because of one of friends being a vest while he ducked for cover. His head shook side to side as he forced the very thoughts in the back of his head for the time being.


The human paled at the request that Charles made. His lip twisted as his stomach churned. The man was to go to a crowded airport!? Clear the professor did quite understand the words hiding out until the threat on the his life had smothered. Then again the teacher had took the young man in at a young age so he did owe the the older man. A sigh passed Killian's lips as he slide on a leather jacket, grabbed his spare key, and walked out of the room’s entrance. He walked down the small hallway and turned right towards the doorway while texting Oscar that he would be late for their photo shoot. Once out of the front door the guy locked the house, got inside his car, and drove away.


Charles’ house looked much like it always did, a cozy little english-style home, white stucco accented by wooden bars, and gray slate tiles on its roof. This wasn’t Oscar’s first time visiting the home of his professor- as one of the few individuals at the college comfortable with who he was, it made sense that Oscar spoke to his professor moreso than some of the others at the school. Oscar was meeting up with another student today- Killian, another one of the Professor’s close students. Killian was a nice enough person, quite young by human standards to be attending a university, and rather quiet. Killian avoided saying much about himself, and as far as Oscar had observed, mostly kept to himself. How Oscar managed to find himself in company with this man, his logic circuits were still responding inconclusive, but this was probably one of the things Aeris had told him to just “let happen”.  


Oscar and Killian were supposed to meet up that day to work on a project- Oscar was uncertain the nature of the project, as no one had told him, he just knew that he was there to take pictures and analyze data as it became relevant. The house, appeared quiet- perhaps Charles and Killian were already inside? Killian and Charles had a unique relationship, much like his own, and they did not seem to have any particular desire to divulge information regarding their status. Oscar made his way to the front door and began knocking. 


Charles’ front door had some noticeable dents in its thick hardwood frame- the result of Oscar’s previous attempts at knocking several months back. Oscar had at the time, not yet fully adjusted to the strength of his body, relative to the resistance of the door. Already, Oscar’s right handed was covered with another layer of material- a leather glove, to prevent it from causing any more considerable damage to less solid surfaces than his own hand, with moderate success. 10 minutes into his knocking, Oscar concluded that perhaps no one was home. This was a strange circumstance, as both Charles and Killian had confirmed with Oscar that they would be meeting at this time. Running a quick risk-assessment algorithm through his logic core, Oscar decided that further investigation of the home would be necessary.


With little difficulty, Oscar pressed his left palm against the heavy oak door, and easily dug his fingers into the door. With as much effort as moving aside a piece of paper, Oscar cleanly pulled the door from its frame, and stepped in, somewhat awkwardly replacing the door in the frame as he entered the home. With no hinges to secure the door, the slab of oak slid down slightly, and leaned against the doorframe at a slight angle. Oscar slowly proceeded through the home, his scanners carefully combing every visible inch of each room as he entered. He made a slow sweep of the building, eventually ending back in the home’s front hall, Oscar came to the conclusion that nobody was home. Curious.  


 Looking out the window of the car she was sitting in, she sighed.She felt a little less conscious that she was wearing a red and black [url=http://i.imgur.com/mHZb3Ej.jpg]dress[/url] dress now that she was away from the airport. Her blonde hair was in a half braid, the slightly curly locks resting against her bare shoulder. She crossed her legs letting her black [url=http://picture-cdn.wheretoget.it/hwkuiz-l-610x610-shoes-black-wedges-black+wedges-suede-suede+wedges-ankle+strap+wedges-bow+wedges-bow.jpg]wedge[/url] touch underneath the glove compartment. Looking at the stranger that picked her up, she decided to ask question. She had too much  silence this past week and it was extremely uncomfortable now.


[color=fuschia]”So if you aren't Mr. Charles...who the hell are you”[/color] She asked. Jet lag was hitting her hard at this point, adding to the mix of not getting much sleep since the devastating news. Thanks to her makeup though, she made it look like she didn't have any dark circle. Yes call her a girl for wearing makeup, but she knew well enough to make sure her crystals was not touched. She had a little bit eyeliner on and lip close, but that was about it.


A notification appeared in the corner of Oscar’s vision, a message from Killian telling him that he’d be late. The sentiment made sense. Oscar quickly responded in turn, his thoughts translating into text before sending the message back to Killian. 


[color=salmon]‘Understood. Is the professor with you? No one appears to be home.’[/color]


The car filled with the [url=https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=SJkj3DgW8Y0]song’s lyrics[/url] describing the young man's life almost to a T. Maybe it was time to move on but then again at one point there were still hunters around the area, deep in their desperate search. This would make staying underneath their noses even harder. His hands gripped the steering wheel tighter as he ground his teeth. Killian wasn't halfway to the airport which didn't help ease his mood. Yes, there had been improvement on how he treated each person but they still needed to show their loyalty. Just had Charles done when the hunters first got wind of the man many years ago. The sudden vibration from the cellphone caused the student's eyes to flicker off the road, just for a second, then flicker upwards in search for a spot to pull over.

The man pulled over to the right avoiding the question entirely at the moment, while also being thankful the back road was solemnly used, and grasped the electronic in his dominant hand. He quickly unlocked the screen while mentally cursing at himself for not leaving Oscar a text. Hopefully the guy was willing to help out tomorrow or perhaps tonight, depending on the evening went. [color=#FFDAB9]'Sorry about that Oscar. I forgot that Charles had a meeting tonight but he should be home by now. I need to pick someone up from the airport so it may be a while before we’re back. If you don't mind waiting for us then I will be in your debt.'[/color]

How many times had Killian used those words and backed out due to fear? He really was a wolf in sheep’s clothing though his prey was entirely different. The guy shook his head to clear away the lingering thoughts and concerns. He owed Charles his life, so this was the least he could do for the professor. [color=#FFDAB9]"Killian Damien Jones. I'm a student at the college Charles teaches at. Actually I'm at least one of his students as well. Who are you?"[/color] he asked kicking the car in drive and turning towards home.


Oscar stood impassively in the center hallway of his professor’s home. Nodding to himself, Oscar sent the reply. [color=salmon]‘Understood. I will remain in this location until you arrive.’[/color]


A quick trace on Killian’s phone revealed that he was not far off. Oscar took it upon himself to continue investigating the house. It was strange that Charles wasn’t home. In all the time that Oscar had known the him, the Professor had been quite punctual, never missing an appointment by more than a few minutes. As such, this was some cause for concern. Likewise, the golems that typically guarded Charles’ were nowhere to be seen. 


Artificial beings like himself- though much more rudimentary, Charles’ golems were a curiosity to Oscar, which had always been present during any of Oscar’s prior visits, making their absence distinctly noticeable. He didn’t particularly mind, as the golems were quite aggressive sometimes, but without them, the house was almost eerily quiet. 


[color=lavender]”My name is Azulia Ellison and I here to see Mr. Charles for circumstances you will know sooner or later”[/color] She grabbed two envelopes from the bag she put at her feet. Both had Charles name on it. The envelopes were thick enough that no one could read it through the outside which irked her to no end. 


It was not fair that some stranger, not caring that her mom knew this guy, should be allowed to know her mother’s last words before she was. Last time she checked, she was the daughter and what was he, a former teacher and friend, where is the fairness in that. She could feel a hint of a headache attack the back of her skull, adding to the annoyance.


[color=#FFDAB9]”Azulia Ellison? That’s a very unique name madam.”[/color] Killian's responded in a polite voice. He turned right towards the main road while noting the young woman seemed to be getting tired. The man shifted lower inside his seat while mentally hating the fact they had to use this road. The main road always seemed to be the fastest way to Charles home but there was also be dangerous drivers lingering in wait. Thankfully this didn't seem to be one for these times. The guy’s hands slowly gripped the steering wheel tighter as he glanced right and left more often than a normal person would. A left turn would bring them home as well as Oscar’s view if the android chose to peer outside.