towerofanimus | Seeing Double

Characters: Abel Nightroad, Cain Knightlord, and YOU!
Setting: Hallways around the tower
Format: Either, will copy what you do
Summary: Cain and Abel go in search of answers. Potentially violently.
Warnings: Bad language, possible violence (with permission, of course).
Notes: Both twins will reply to each commenter, so please wait for both terranicidal and terranities to reply <3

Cain wasn't sure what he was seeing as they moved into the corridors; from the tone of the letter he had expected a post-apocalyptic scenario, not this well-maintained building they were in.

Perhaps this was a check-point for the simulation and they wouldn't go any further until they had unlocked its secrets and learned their mission objective. He had to admit that it unnerved him not to know the end goal to strive for, it made it harder for him to achieve the desired result in a swift time, thus ending this uncomfortable situation and allowing him to return back to his life, such as it was, and his duties.

He possibly would have remained in the room he had awoken in for a while longer had he been alone, pondered what could be happening and strategised all the various ways it could turn out. But he hadn't been alone, of course, and to let Abel wander off alone was a disaster waiting to happen.

So anyone walking down the hallways (of any level, they have been exploring), might see two very identical twins walking along, the only difference in their hair colour and the look of murder the silver-haired one is wearing.

[ooc: Open to all, and we'd love to meet everyone. However, Abel is prone to violence, so there's a permissions post here for all your lovely violence needs.]

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Abel takes a small step back as he finds his grip on the... arm... relinquished, nudging his brother a tad back with him in subservience to his request.

"--what the hell is going on, Cain...?"

Is he... seeing this, too...?

That question was an excellent one, though it was one he didn't exactly have an answer for. Eyes flicking between Abel and that disembodied arm, he gave a minute shrug to indicate he had no idea.

"...it must be a glitch."

"Hey! Don't talk as if I'm not here!" Ankh yelled, pointing at them accusingly. Not that he wasn't used to that reaction when he was in this state; humans really were pretty predictable.

"Listen up; I'm no glitch," He stated, his wrist making a small circular motion as he spoke. "Nor am I some 'combat type.' I'm what's known as a Greeed, and you can't kill me."

A glitch...?

He looks wary, on his guard; perhaps this program was unstable and that's why none of it seemed to make any comprehensible sense compared to those that had come before it. This simulation was... strange, to say the very least.

The Commander favors silence, simply observing this oddity with caution and skepticism. What the hell are they supposed to do with this...

Cain found his eyes fixated on the disembodied arm, the way it moved as though still attached to something and the odd echo of the voice belonging to it.

There was no doubt in his mind that it was a glitch; but if it believed that it was a 'Greeed', then perhaps finding out more would shed some light to their mission.

"What is a Greeed?"

"A being made 800 years ago from pure desire," Ankh stated, making a bit of a flourish with his fingers; or at least as much of a flourish as you could make when you were just an arm.

"My normal body's not made of flesh and blood, but that," He pointed down at the unconscious body on the floor that he had abandoned, "is the body I've been using out of convenience. So next time don't go trying to break my damn hand off!" He...turned? to look at Cain again, flicking his fingers out of him as he shouted.

...Is this for real? He's beginning to wonder if, perhaps, he's merely unconscious and in a drunken stupor rather than being subjected to some kind of strange simulation, because this is all utterly nonsensical and completely ridiculous...

--But after that last... indignant flick of fingers, Abel simply can't handle it any more.

"This is... so stupid," he chuckles dryly, palming face with his hand. "I can't even take it seriously anymore..."

Cain is inclined to agree; any reservations he had held that this might be reality had long gone, this was odd in a way that even a glitch in programming didn't properly explain.

"Come on, Abel, let's go. We're not going to learn anything of use here."

Ankh...stared? Probably would have stared at Abel for a moment if he had had eyes. His wrist rolled a bit in what could probably be synonymous with rolling hiss eyes. Ankh flew over to the unconscious body on the ground and moved back onto the body's right arm, the hair immediately changing back to curly blonde as opposed to the brown as his eyes shot open and he hopped back up to his feet.

"Heh; good luck with your 'simulation' then; I wonder how long until they catch you for disobeying the rules." He held the wrist of his injured hand and chuckled a bit, turning back to the monitors.

"That's it? You're seriously going to leave it at that?"

He tries not to show the unease he has in the situation watching this... strange display of 'possession' again, keeping his outward expression dispassionate and unamused -- but inwardly, Abel is disquieted and curious. What the hell is going on here? He can't get his head around this at all; it makes utterly no sense to him -- and he is a man who enjoys understanding his situation.

Leaving something half-finished or unexplored is uncharacteristic for Cain, and he doesn't plan on it here. But logic dictates that if this... thing was relevant to their mission, then they would not simply be allowed to walk away.

It was a bluff, so to speak; they would leave and no doubt come across Ankh again soon, or something would prevent them leaving now. It was a way to try and force the hand (pun not intended) of those in charge, trying to get them to reveal more than they had planned.

"Mm, that's right. There's no reason for us to stay here, lets go."

Ankh let out a chuckle and looked over his shoulder at Abel. "That's it."

The smirk broadened when Cain seemed to decide that were leaving, and he turned back to look at the monitor. He wasn't sure how useful either of them were, but damn if they weren't fun to mess with. Plus it was payback for how much his hand friggin' hurt right now.

His pride is ruffled and he's indignant, certain that this fucker had some in on the situation -- and he wanted to know what.

His eyes shifted toward his brother. Can't he just beat this asshole's face in? He could destroy every body that glitching arm could 'attach' to, and then what? Maybe they would get somewhere.

The gears are turning in his head.

He knows those gears all too well and he does not like them, holding out a hand to take hold of Abel's wrist and drag him towards the foor.

"No."

Abel might not have said anything, but Cain was answering the unsaid musings.

Ankh didn't take another glance at the brothers until he heard Abel speak up to dissuade Cain over something. Curiosity got the better of him and so he did turn back to look at them, and by that point Abel was trying to drag Cain out the door.

And that smirk on his face probably could not get wider if he tried. Although he didn't do anything more than wave at them with his left hand this time, somehow even managing to make that motion condescending.

...Nnngh.

His jaw grits, and Abel finds it immensely difficult to suffocate his violent impulses at that. That piece of shit... mocking him, like this is a joke...

He relents only because he realizes a confrontation might endanger his brother in the security sector of wherever they are -- and even if this were merely a simulation, he'd have one hell of a headache if he got Cain killed or seriously injured here.

Jerking his hand back from his brother, he idly flipped the other man off over his shoulder as he finally retreated from the floor toward the stairs again.

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