towerofanimus | Not all there

Characters: Cain Knightlord and anyone at all
Setting: Floor Three Library
Format: Prose, but will copy you
Summary: Cain is feeling the effects of being in Group C, clearly he should be bothered
Warnings: Sensory Hallucination

It had taken Cain and his partner in map-making more than just the one day to complete their task, scratching a map or notes on each floor carefully onto dinner plates. There were some floors Cain already knew he never wanted to return to, and at first he puts down the sensation of being watched to the unnerving sights of those floors.

Blood and screaming on one of them, endless night on another, what the hell was this place?!

He's taken the plates, twenty-one in total, to the library to sort them into a more organised fashion. Then he starts scratching them into one of the tables, copying the work into the wood for a safer and more sturdy map. But he keeps feeling something brush the back of his neck and shoulder, nothing there when he looks, an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach as he works until...

"STOP IT!"

The shout is loud in the library as he spins, one of the plates crashing to the ground to break, as Cain stares at... well, nothing.

[ooc: Open, please bother him. I love all the CR ever!]

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[She had been nearby for some time, watching the man curiously to see what he was doing. Ren didn't see anything out of the ordinary with his behavior. Mainly because she has no idea what normal behavior would be. She had steadily been getting closer, trying to peek at whatever his drawings were up until his loud yell.]

Ah!

[She stands there, startled for a few moments, before hurrying back behind a library shelf.]

[The flash of movement is almost dismissed as another of those almost hallucinations, until he notices the distinctly more solid flesh tones.

Ah...

He feels bad for having startled her, stepping carefully over the broken plate and extending a hand out, voice gentle.]

I'm sorry, did I scare you?

[Despite his soft tone, Ren's uneasy. Her natural curiosity is the only thing keeping her behind the bookcase and in the area. It's an angry man, but he doesn't look so mad now. She peers out to look at him. That's all. She doesn't take his hand and simply nods her head.]

Yes. Your voice was loud.

I'm really sorry, I guess I forgot I was in a library.

[His smile was soft and charming, body language deliberately relaxed so as to make her believe there was no threat here.]

Do you want to tell me off for it?

[ The initial terror from his loud voice subsided. All his smiling helped with that. Smiling meant things were good. She still doesn't know much about other people, but watching them helped her to realize that. At the question, she looks confused and actually steps away from the bookcase. She kneels down to see if he's standing on something.]

Tell you off? Off of what?

No...

[He chuckled, rubbing the back of his head a bit.]

It means to chastise me for doing something wrong, that's all. You don't have to tell me to get off anything physical, it's a turn of phrase.

Oh!

[Laughter brings her out of her shell. Bad people wouldn't laugh. Monsters don't laugh. Well, some of them did, but she could tell they weren't human there.]

You're supposed to apologize when you do something wrong. You already said sorry.

[Ren recalls him saying that after the initial yelling. Even if it doesn't occur to her to say 'I forgive you', she's not running away at the very least. Not coming any closer either.]

...Were you yelling stop it to a book?

[The question makes him a little uncomfortable, and he shakes his head.]

I guess I was yelling at nothing, I can be silly like that sometimes.

Were you lonely?

[Seto talks to himself sometimes too.]

I'm not any more.

[Grinning at her, sidestepping the question.]

[She tries to peer around him. Does he have a pet? Maybe he's not lonely because of that.]

Because you talked to...

Because now I'm talking to you, of course.

Not all there

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