Helix Operatives: Creation

Trouble with Solvans: Theon

It was later in the day as Zeillian was laying in his bed, watching TV. His room was a mirror image of Theon's except with a number of drawers filled with designs for experimental weapons and armor. He was wearing a pair of black sweat pants with only his phone in his pocket.

Urgh... Boring... Why must I be on rest for other's actions? Urgh, thought Zeillian as he stared at the TV screen.

Eh, Zeillian, it's gonna stop the Puppeteer though, said a voice in his head. Zeillian looked around, glancing around the room. "W-Who's there?" Asked Zeillian.

"Angel," said the voice.

"Go away," said Zeillian as he laid back down.

"Sorry, but I can't. Not until I can find a way to block the Puppeteer's control of you. Unless you like being used," said Angel. "But what am I saying? I know all of your secrets already. I've been in your head and seen everything. Lots of juicy details."

"G-Get out," said Zeillian, grabbing his pillow and slamming it over his head.

"I can't exactly, but I'm only here to help."

"Shut, up," said Zeillian, laying face down on his bed, holding the pillow over his head.

"Ah, relax, here. I'll help you," said Angel. Zeillian felt two hands on his back, pressing on him and massaging him. Zeillian's hands shot to his back, trying to feel where the hands were. There were no hands but there were indentations in his fur.

"Jeeze, you think someone that just wants to be pampered and live a life of making weapons would be opposed to something like this. But then there's you fighting because you feel the urge to change the world," said Angel as the hands moved up and down Zeillian's back.

"Shut, up," said Zeillian as he threw the covers over his body.

"That's not how psionics work Zeillian," stated Angel. Zeillian felt a hand press onto his head and began to rub him. "S-Stop," said Zeillian giving little resistance. He felt his tail wagging and heard the sound of it hitting the mattress sounded over the TV.

"Listen, Zeillian. I get that you want to be the strong reliable hero that everyone wants but you have to relax sometimes. You just need to chill," said Angel. "By the way, your date for tonight is at the door." Zeillian heard a knock at the door and he poked his head up, looking at it for a second. Another knock came as Zeillian got up, opening the door slowly. On the other side was Divine, wearing a hoodie and a pair of jeans with a pair of white sneakers.

"Hey, you ready?" Asked Divine.

"Um..." said Zeillian.

"You wanted to meet me for dinner tonight," said Divine. "I-Is that still on?"

"Oh, da, da, I will be ready soon," said Zeillian. He put on a black shirt, a dark grey hoodie, a pair of blue jeans, and a pair of black sneakers. The two left and walked down to the living room in the mansion.

The living room was a large room with caramel colored walls, dark oak floors, and a dark painted ceiling with a few lights in it. The room had a series of black leather couches and chairs with a glass coffee table in the center of the room. Across from the couches were two windows and a black tiled fireplace with a flat screen TV mounted above it with a number of items on the wooden mantle. On one of the couches was Char with a TV remote in hand, scrolling through the TV channels.

"Let's see... where is it?" Asked Char.

"Oh, Char, w-what's up?" Asked Divine.

"I'm trying to find a TV series. It's having a marathon of the entire last season on tonight and I want to catch up on it," said Char.