An unusual meeting (CopynPaste, RothMercian)

- Sorry, I've still got two fingers bound together -

Cika thought for a moment before he took out wireless webcam Archangel had got him for his tenth birthday the last week. He unplugged the last one, putting in the reciever.
I'll show you what she looks like. Vrael's running tests on her. He typed quickly, taking the camera itself and running out of his room. He ran silently through the stone corridors of the small cottage, down the narrow staircase and then slowed, listening at a door before opening it.
The room looked like something out of a hospital, with two beds and all sorts of different equipement, from DNA testers to life support systems. He poked the camera through the ap, aiming it towards the reincarnation that lay on one bed, glaring at the ceiling. The wolf lay beside the bed, moping. After a few moments, he pulled the camera back, running to his room again.

--Ah, Ok.--

Pencil Sketch stared at the girl for a few moments, as he copied the image into his memory base. The girl did seem like Shadow Roth, but still slightly different, because of the black hair, pointy ears and tail. As Pencil Sketch compared the two images, it seemed also that the new girl was younger, or at least looked younger, by 3 or 4 years.
Well, that's what humans would call 'cute'. Do you know anything from her? Maybe a vague name? Age? Anything that could possibly be to our benefit.

Well. I'll just put 15 with a little question mark aside of it.
Pencil Sketch thought a moment, putting what Cika had just typed into his data.
Hey, Cika, do you think we should give her a name, until she finds out what her name is? I think it would be more 'human'-like to do that. It would be a way to identify her, no?

I think we should, but the problem is that I can't think of any names apart from 'Reincarnation' as the others call her or 'Shadow'. Hang on, we'll put 'Ally' for now, that's a shorter version of Shadow's old name Cika typed, pausing occasionally to think about the wording of his thoughts.

I'll take up the research to find a name. Wait a few seconds...
Words popped up onto the screen very rapidly. Some of them disappeared, some stayed.
Anon. Ombre. Ally. Sad Who. Hmm, maybe if I look a little bit more... They're all pretty unoriginal.

Cika sat back, trying to think.
Maybe we call her 'Wolf' for now, until she remembers her real name... He typed.

I guess that would work.
Pencil Sketch thought a moment, skimming through his data for random things.
So, Karthragan's declared dead, Shadow is too, this girl seemed to come out of nowhere, what else whilst the prophecy?

That's all that's happened for now, apart from Vrael getting really moody. Cika typed before pausing, trying to think of what to write. And I know that behind everyone's back, he's starting to liase with Synairn to try and get them to take on Alba while he plays his part.

I would understand that mostly.
Pencil Sketch typed.
Trying to protect the people he needs to is the good choice, no? Synairn, if the documents on Roth and Mercian aren't incorrect, is the demonic dimension, no?

It's not the demonic dimension, that's Aspheri. Synairn is where Shadow and Raven were raised. Cika corrected. Arella, Shadow and Raven's mum, was a Synari.

Ah, I'll correct that on the document.
Pencil Sketch edited the text out of the document, and replaced it very quickly. He then saved data.
Do you want me to research for other prints in the prophecy that might've been lost or forgotten?

Cika sighed, looking down at the keyboard for a few moments before replying.
Is there any point?

Hm, true. Vrael still has to do his bit... Cika typed slowly, thinking over every word.

Well then, Pencil Sketch wrote, gazing at the green binary coding as he looked descreetly on Shadow's description, Do you want me to research?

Yeah, please. I don't want my family to suffer any more... Cika typed, biting his lip. Sitting back, he started to think back over the last two weeks, about meeting Pencil Sketch and then the prophecy.

Affirmative, Cika.
Pencil Sketch opened multiple browsers, but hiding them as he did so, with a special program incorporated into his coding. He searched rapidly. Well, his program did. Instead, Pencil Sketch was leaning on a virtual couch, 'thinking' about the recent events, that were stocked on his memory files.

Cika sighed, closing his eyes and leaning his head back. This may have been one of the most trying weeks of his short life. He bit his lip, thinking back to when he had still been in a children's home, about that blue-haired girl that had been brought in just as he was leaving.

Pencil Sketch didn't find anything good immediately, but that was normal, for a high level of complexity. After all, it was human-written, thus being more complex than computer-written, as computers had to stay within limits.

Cika opened a new browser window, looking up his old children's home. He scrolled quickly through the pictures of smiling kids that were waiting for adoption, searching for one girl.

Pencil Sketch continued on 'thinking', whilst the programs continued to do his job. He sighed, closing his 'eyes'. He then stood up, and the couch disappeared into green numbers. He then looked at what Cika was doing, but he didn't say anything. As long as it doesn't interfere with the research, it should be fine.

Cika clicked on a picture of a blue-haired girl in the 'problematic' children section, bringing up her file.

Name: Shiraku (last name unknown)

Shiraku is a very distant girl who was found wandering the streets one night, having been abandoned, and having lost her memory...

Pencil Sketch blinked several times, looking at the girl. He thought he had seen this female before, when he was cooperating with another user, until this one died of an accident. Pencil Sketch inspected the female closely. The hair is not dyed. The colour code does not go with any dying product. It's actually natural. There ain't no blue hair gene. Shiraku must be a demon, just as Shadow. Or maybe something else. I don't know much on other races.

Cika frowned, scrolling down the page slightly until he came across a small line of text written in read capitals, where his eyes widened fearfully.
SHIRAKU IS NO LONGER UP FOR ADOPTION DUE TO HOSPITILISATION (CANCER).