Urthemiel
"It was a rather interesting situation. I had recently finished checking on one of my investments when I stumbled into Mordred. She seemed rather lost and there was something about her that was strangely appealing. I got her the suit and dress and we walked back here together." The Old God walked to the table and pulled out a chair to sit in. Even with the mundane setting her visage alone made it regal. Made the chair seem more a throne than some common mass manufactured item.
The mage's voice was clearer and latched onto the attention of others with its sound. "So, what is your relationship with Mordred? She enjoys your company enough to check up on you but I dislike sharing with others. It would be most displeasing to me if she was playing around with multiple women instead of being the least bit serious about her relationships."
Alma/Van
The irritation that crossed the heavenly girl's face was quite severe and her glowing blue eyes pulsed with a violent light for a moment. Alma dismissed the other two newcomers and focused her baleful gaze on Rider. Their mutual annoyance was mixing and seeping through her behavior as her tone turned toxic. "You are a fool. Out of all the possible places in this city I have come to this exact place. I have identified myself and named all three of you. Perhaps I am possessed or a fusion or any other possible idea, but the explanation is meaningless. There is no way to prove anything. But you're right. Whatever you think is meaningless"
The silver haired girl changed her focus from the servant to the master. "So, Sakura? Are we going to play this game of am I who I say I am or can we get inside now?"
Erica
It took Erica a few moments to sort out everything that had just happened but once she did the construct came to a few realizations. The first was that she had most likely overstepped her boundaries with her romantic intentions towards Noel, for no matter how wonderful the blonde was she stilled had limitations. The second was that she had only vague assumptions of what 'coming out of the closet' meant and needed verification. The third was that some water had clearly defied the laws of physics and the redhead responsible was not to be treated normally. Three realizations were quickly met with three solutions so she put those answers into practice.
With mechanical grace her head turned to face the presumed magic user and the blow script around her eyes reversed direction and shone brighter. Her voice was cold and clinical and held no more emotion than machine. "If you are incapable of controlling yourself and proceed to make a mess of this establishment I will remove you with a slightly less than excessive amount of force."
Then she immediately turned back looked back at Noel and her eyes both dimmed and resumed their normal, clockwise turning. Shame, desperation, and worry all filled her but while it all made her feel terrible she felt joy because of it all. They made her feel sick and awful because of what she did but they proved she was more real. These were all things she never would have had in the White Room under the Prophets.
When she spoke her voice was hurried and apologetic. Not at all what it was like a moment ago. "I'm sorry! I meant it but I shouldn't have. It was just, I'm not used to someone like you being so good to me. But-"
She wilted a bit because of her own failure and it took her a second to regain her composure. Then she looked over to Ragna and with the slightest bit of confusion asked, "But what does 'coming out of the closet mean'?"
Lumen
A bit of grouchiness entered the Patchwork's tone at the question but she didn't seem truly angry. "I'm climbing the roof because someone was being rather loud on the roof. You do now that you aren't supposed to be here, right? It's not very healthy being exposed to the elements either. Sleeping bag or no."
Her voice softened a bit and the annoyance drained away quickly when she realized how young the girl was. Probably a newcomer considering her reaction was camping out on a roof. "Hey, I get that you're day has probably been pretty bad, and people probably haven't made the best impressions, but sometimes you have to put your faith in strangers. It isn't ideal, but we generally don't get a lot of choice concerning our circumstances. You can even have your pet keep an eye on me, but you really shouldn't try sticking it out by yourself. Unless horribly incompatible people are better off together."
Cautiously approaching, like how someone would move so they wouldn't startle a skittish rabbit, Lumen walked up to the teenager and held out her hand. She even smiled a bit. "Come on. We actually aren't allowed to be up here and I don't want to make a scene if someone comes up. Let's get off this roof. Oh, and my name's Lumen."
