An unusual meeting (CopynPaste, RothMercian)

Cika calmed himself down, nodding slightly.
Ok, I'll try and think about what the clan can do...

Pencil Sketch looked throughout various files he had kept in memory up until here. None of them worked, or at least none of them were able to help them currently. Pencil Sketch swore, and banged his fist against the coding. Why does everything have to be so damn complicated?

Cika started to look around on the internet for anyhting that could help him, but he kept drawing up a blank. The only sites he could find about demons were ones that claimed that they weren't real. Fat chance, The human kid thought to himself.

Pencil Sketch researched through the net, only finding the sites he found before. The end of the world was very close, and he couldn't do anything about it. What a program he was, really. He cursed at his restrictions.

Cika's rage boiled inside him, and he slammed the lid of the laptop shut. Then he stopped, remembering Pencil Sketch. Guiltily, he opened it again, turning it back on.

Yeah, you forgot about me.
Pencil Sketch grinned slightly.
Don't worry, when you close the lid, it doesn't stop the computer. I still have access to all the files, and I can continue researching. If you feel like leaving, do so, I'll try finding something.

Cika nodded.
I think I need to get some sleep, He typed, having to stop and yawn halfway through typing.

Do so, Cika. I don't need any sleep.
Pencil Sketch began searching through files of his memory. Still nothing. He opened a window, and scanned the internet very quickly, in search for anything that could help him concerning the Roth and Mercian family.

Cika nodded, yawning again. He left the computer up and running, retreating to the bed on the other side of the small room. He took off his cloak, climbing into the bed and falling asleep, curled up into a tight ball. He cleared his mind, and closed his eyes.

Pencil Sketch ran the research. It'll take pretty long to file thoroughly throughout all those documents of the internet, and trying to access sites. Hm.
Pencil Sketch htought of his creator, who had now quit this world. He knew what human death was like. he knew what were the costs. But then again, what were the consequences if no humans were left?

Cika slept peacefully, his sleep undisturbed. A black-haired girl silently walked into the room. Seeing that Cika was asleep, she bit her lip, sitting down in front of the computer. She looked at all the windows on the screen, and shook her head. The white streak in her hair glinted with the light from the screen.

Pencil Sketch noticed that the lid was open. He tilted the camera upwards. Who is this? Cika's sister? I didn't find this on the facts file...
Pencil Sketch hid all applications, removing them from the bar and screen, but keeping them working. He waited for something to happen, from the girl.

The girl frowned as everything disappeared, wondering why Cika had been typing a conversation on the laptop. SHe brought up an internet window, starting to research an aspect of medicine. She was looking for something to help Archangel who had just managed to injure herself trying to stop Vrael's paniking about Alba.

Pencil Sketch stood there, quietly. He wondered who the girl was. Why was she on Cika's computer? He needed to find out.
WHAT are you doing?
The text appeared in a flash, onto the screen. The windows all reduced themselves into the bar, but the text stayed there.

Onyx jumped violently.
Who are you and what are you doing on this computer?! She typed back angrily.

Who am I?
Pencil Sketch would've laughed, but, unfortunately, his mind staying on the subject of the end of the world was preventing him to do so.
WHAT would be a better question. I am known as Pencil Sketch. I'm
Pencil Sketch thought a bit.
I'm helping Cika with something, OK?

Onyx scowled, not liking the look of the thing on the computer. She clicked on the virus scanner, telling it to run a full check before she closed the screen and left, thinking about the bizarre thing.

Oh Christ, Pencil Sketch thought, Virus Scan. How scary, he thought, sarcastically.
He noticed the virus coding wizz past him. He didn't move. As long as he hid himself with the already checked files, nothing was going to get him. Especially nothing just an antivirus could do. An antivirus getting the most dangerous virus in the world? Hah! Puny thought.

Onyx came back an hour later, Shaeman following her. Cika was still asleep as Shaeman fired up the laptop, eyes scanning the screen for the phenomenon that Onyx had tol him about.

Ah, more people, Pencil Sketch thought. Can't we be alone and comfortable here?
Pencil Sketch angled the camera to see Shaeman and Onyx. The researchers were still working. He waited for the two to do something. Something that would at least help him, hopefully.

"I don't see anything wrong." Shaeman said quietly. Onyx scowled, typing.
I know you're there.

Pencil Sketch smiled ever so slightly.
Yeah, yeah, I'm still here. What do you guys want?
Pencil Sketch was amused at the thought of the many different answers he could receive from this sentence. He looked back at the screen, waiting for an answer.

Shaeman took over the keyboard.
Why are you on this computer?

WHY am I on this computer? Pencil Sketch repeated.
He thought a while, then remembered.
I said I was helping Cika, that adoptive son of yours. What's wrong with that?
Pencil Sketch tried not to think of the answers that could appear.

What is wrong is that Cika is a nine year old and I don't think he should be communicating over the internet. Shaeman was still a bit lost in the technological world, although not as much as Vrael was.