"Appearances are a glimpse of the unseen.

Later in the day, they had a meeting to discuss the battle that had just happened, with everyone being quiet besides Charlie.

"So, we know that battle wasn't really a battle, it was more like a skirmish- which is still scary~! And still kinda put our friend in a coma- but not really full offense right?" She paused rhetorically like she was awaiting a response, continuing when no one responded

"Well, I think they'll gonna come back and hit harder, I don't know if it'll be tomorrow or a year from now exactly, but it's gonna happen, and they aren't going to hold back like they did back there, we're going to have work together, we need every advantage we can get…"

Charlie pulled out the Courier's Pipboy and scrolled to the schematics of the X-01 Armored Personal Military Fusion Powered Suit.

"I've been looking over the schematics and I think this might be the advantage we need, especially since Courier 6 was the only one to kill an Exorcist… " Vaggie raised an eyebrow at Charlie, trying to be pragmatic.

"Does he really need his 'power armor'? Adam and his fucking Exorcists can fucking fly, the last thing we need to do is build a suit of fucking armor."

"Vaggie, I mean-"

"Honestly instead of focusing on building some fucking armor for one fucking guy, we focus on getting weapons for everyone here, and training them so they don't get their fucking shit kicked in…"

"I could just ask dad, they can focus on the armor while I get the weapons and you help whip everyone into shape,"

Charlie grew sentimental: "He saved my life, so I think he knows what he's doing…"

She slunk back into the couch, looking at Charlie, understanding, before sinking back into the couch, annoyed.

"Does anyone else think this is fucking dumb-" Angel Dust piped up, looking annoyed.

"It's just a big fuckin' hunk of metal, How do you think he's gonna survive when they all fucking lock on to him, he'll just be a sitting fuckin' duck-" Vaggie pinched the bridge of her nose, annoyed at Angel Dust.

"If he wants it, let him have it. If he fucking dies that's on him." She left it there, Angel Dust crossed his top arms and went akimbo with his lower arms and looked away dismissively. Alastor said nothing, Husk deciding to chime in.

"Honestly, he probably needs a suit of armor…" Husk gulped down another quarter of his cheap whiskey from the bottle, as Charlie thought about that for a moment.

"I'll have Vaggie oversee defense and weaponry and y'know… help us get ready…" Charlie said, and everyone nodded in agreement.

"Alright! Just uh..."

"Dismissed." Vaggie said firmly, ending the meeting.

Alastor went upstairs, Husk went back to his Bar & Concierge to guzzle more of the Hotel's cheap liquor, and Charlie and Vaggie walked to the office to talk more privately about matters.

Angel Dust walked out of the hotel to take a call from Cherri Bomb, feeling the dry, arid breeze and hearing the throbbing bustle of the metropolis below him.
"Cherri, you'll never believe what just fuckin' happened. You know that new guy with the armor and those fuckin' weapons? Turns out, he's a fuckin Human!"

Whilst Angel Dust was talking, Vox tapped into the phone call. While for any other reason, Vox wouldn't bother to listen in as most conversations consisted of Valentino barking orders to his prized prostitute, he foreheard of the battle and had witnessed it from various cameras, wanting to know what had exactly happened, and if that was really Alastor.

"A Human-" He was interrupted by Valentino having one of his usual temper tantrums, mainly because Angel Dust was at the hotel. Vox decided to try to ignore him, unfortunately, it was too late, as Valentino heard Angel Dust's call.

"Come on Valentino, I'm TRYING TO DO SOME FUCKING WORK HERE-" Vox tried to push Valentino away, getting pissed.

"LET ME SEE MY FUCKING PROPERTY!" Valentino was trying to claw his way to the controls of Vox's computer, Vox had an idea.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOUR 8-LEGGED PIECE OF FUCKMEAT IS TALKING ABOUT THERE BEING A FUCKING HUMAN DOWN HERE!"

Valentino quickly quieted, stunned.
"What!?-" Vox quickly shut Valentino up with a hand, continuing to listen in as Angel Dust told Cherri what he looked like and something about "Power armor". Soon the conversation finished, with a predatory grin on Vox's face.

"...Managed to kill a fucking exorcist…" Valentino said nothing, thinking about his own interests in the human.

"Can I tell Velvette?" Vox waved him off with a hand, annoyed.

"Yeah sure, go do that. I need to do something, and I need total privacy, so don't come in here if another one of your fucking "stars" no shows."

Valentino left, with Vox grabbing a piece of paper and one of his pens, writing a letter. He had to make it seem innocent, otherwise Alastor would catch wind of his plans, something Vox intended to prevent from the start.

At the hotel, Husk was flipping through the channels on the TV, bored, he came across the usual news section.

"Great, what is it now, some fucking puppy on skis?" Husk soon wished that was the case, as the camera showed the clock tower, being 182 days, causing him to spit out his whiskey, his eyes wide.

"Shit… she WAS right." He whistled for Charlie's attention, eyes wide

"You better check this out Princess." Charlie stared at the screen, but didn't show much shock.

"I was hoping for a year, seems like they're kicking us when we're down…" She sighed exasperatedly, Husk continuing to drink as they listened to the news. All they could do was hope the Human got better and fast, they needed all the help they could get. He later heard a knock on the door, seeing some mail falling through the slot in the front of the door, he picked up the collection of envelopes skimming through it, flipping through invoices, perverse magazines, and the rest until he saw a letter to The Courier which was odd considering that he wasn't particularly famous yet.

Husk walked up the stairs and knocked on The Courier's door before opening it and finding no one inside, quickly closed the door and locked it behind him, he quickly searched around his room to make sure there wasn't anyone there to catch him off-guard, Husk put the The Courier's letter on his nightstand. He turned, gave The Courier's comatose form a nod, and left with him being deadly silent down the stairs. In fear of catching any of Alastor's malicious mischief, who wasn't even in the building at the time.

Later that day, Angel Dust, looking a bit worse for wear and exhausted, returned to the hotel. He slumped onto the couch, his hands in his face. Husk came over, looking down.

"Hey Angel, what the hell happened to you?" Husk said concerned about what had shaken up him so much, he had only seen him this bad a few times before.

"Oh nothing, just…long day at work." Husk snorted, seeing twisted fur and some bruises on the parts of Angel Dust's body he could see.

"Long day my ass." He sat down in a chair, putting down his bottle.

"It's fuckin Valentino isn't it? Always heard he was a nasty piece of shit, be glad you're still conscious unlike ol' selfless up there." He pointed to the ceiling, signifying The Courier.

"Yeah… fucking lucky…" Husk nodded, his eyes going back up to the ceiling.

"Y'know, maybe you could have him talk to Valent-" Angel Dust quickly got up, staring at Husk angrily.

"Fuck NO! All that's gonna fucking do is make MY life more fucking miserable, He seems like a fucking great guy, but…" Angel shuddered, his voice hoarse as lines of black mascara ran down his white fur, crawling into a pseudo-fetal position as Husk oversaw, as he occasionally tried to interject, being interrupted by Angel's sobs which turned to sniffles then silence as he fell asleep.

Husk sat there next to the battered prostitute for a few moments, relenting after pouring him a glass for when he awoke and returned to his role as concierge, standing behind his bar and receptionist desk.

This chapter is a bit more indepth with the characters, so I hope it's not bad, review if you got any criticism.