[i][color=8dc73f][h2][center]Oliver[/center][/h2][/color][/i]

[i][center][color=c4df9b]Unsure of what to do with himself at the HQ[/color][/center][/i]

The rest of the tour passed by smoothly, without any odd occurrences like with Greed and Envy. Or, at least in Oliver's opinion. He was awfully thrown off by the attitudes of the Sins, expecting much more...dangerous personalities from demons? It seemed like everything he'd learned from Earth was just twisted to make everything seem more black and white than it actually was. It was a little off-putting to find the demons a lot more human-like than religions had taught him.

Anyway, now that he was free, Oliver could...what could he do? He looked down at his hands, then around him at the halls of the HQ that he stood in. He'd seen enough of the place and, now that he'd realized the odd people who worked there, definitely did not wish to stay to encounter more of them. He quickly began to shuffle to the door, pulling his hood up to show his lack of interest in making conversation with any passing souls. Eyes turned to the ground, the newly deceased man wanted to find somewhere to get lost and absorb the information that had flooded his brain in the short time he'd been in the Underworld.

In this rushed state, Oliver was a little in careless in assuming people would automatically steer clear from him. It turns out that he was walking a little faster than he'd anticipated, with almost zero awareness of what or who was in front of him. He came to a head-on collision with a girl, sending them both flying to the ground and knocking a bag that she happened to be carrying right out of her hands. 

[color=8dc73f]"Shit, I'm sorry,"[/color] Oliver started to mumble, grabbing the bag from the ground and reaching his hand out to the girl. [i]Really fucked up, this is what happens when you try too hard to avoid people...[/i] he thought as he finally focused on the girl's face. It dawned on him that she had odd features, like black eyes and a surgical mask (for illness?), but he couldn't be fazed by appearances anymore. It did startle him for a split second, but he relaxed. There was nothing good that could come from him freaking out. [color=8dc73f]"You're not hurt, are you?"[/color]


[i][center][h2][color=bc0168]Uriel[/color][/h2][/center][/i]
[i][center][color=e5449d]Purgatory[/color][/center][/i]

After the first soul, a dozen more streamed in. Then, another few dozen. Then, before she realized it, the rest of the batch for the day were all there in Purgatory, starting to fill out paperwork for their temporary stay. Uriel was positively elated from having the new improvements made, but knew there needed to be more work done.

She pulled out her phone, punching in the speed dial for her fellow Archangel, Michael, and stood with her back to the crowds filing outside the Purgatory office, her crimson eyes narrowing at the portal. There was no way demon souls could come through and bother her, right? How did the contraption work, anyhow? She could only guess that it simply interrupted the stream of souls that would go to the Underworld and pass them here, but that would possibly require some tinkering with the Underworld's portal, right? Uri was never the best with working with portals or understanding how they exactly brought souls to the afterlife.

[color=aba000]"Uriel, greetings! Did everything work out?"[/color] The voice of Michael rang out in a happy sing-song tone, causing the woman to roll her eyes ever so slightly. 

[color=bc0168]"It's all working, but we are back-logged. The rest of the souls came here, minus a few,"[/color] she started, her completely blank, business voice cutting the odd muffled murmur of the souls around her. [color=bc0168]"I'm going to need the angels from my judgment department to come down here to deal with this. See if we can sort through the ones who are allowed in.[/color]

[color=bc0168]"I'm also thinking the demons have found out by now. You should probably prep some security in case they decide to attack or just barge in violently. Either way, I'll either stay here to start with the judging."[/color] She gazed at the souls, feeling a little overwhelmed by the sheer number. How did the demons have to deal with this? 

[color=aba000]"Sounds grea--"[/color] Sadly, Michael could not end the sentence, for Uri just cut the line and began to drift over to the souls to start her interviews.