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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Ankh let out a smug chuckle. "Oh, so you finally realized what's doing on?" He smirked and took a bite off of his popsicle, gesturing with the icy treat ever so slightly. Cain might not've been amused at anything, but Ankh sure was.

"Maybe now you won't go around making an idiot out of yourself and you might actually be useful," He commented passively, looking down at the table and scratching ever so slightly at the map with his bruised hand.

A little possessive over the map that had taken he and Suzaku a long time to complete, he gently removed the plate from under Ankh's scratching finger before it could get damaged.

"I really am sorry for how we acted, I hope you can forgive us and start over?"

He knew Abel wouldn't like him speaking for them both in this situation, but he'd just have to deal with it.

Ankh was a little perturbed when Cain took the plate out of his hand, but instead of bringing it up, he just gave a 'tch' sound and bit off more of his popsicle.

"Huh? Start over?" OK he was genuinely confused at that part though. Was that more from his 'simulation' nonsense, or did this guy actually want to be friends? "Why?" That was weird.

"Because we behaved shamefully towards you."

Cain would have thought it was relatively obvious why he would want to start over and make a better impression, especially considering the bruising still evident on Ankh's arm.

"I'd like to rectify that, if possible."

Obvious as it may have been to Cain and normal people, the elaboration just served to baffle Ankh even more.

"Huh. How do you intend to do that?" As far as he knew there wasn't any need to 'rectify' their acquaintance, unless they were trying that whole 'band together as a whole' thing, but that wasn't right. "What do you get out of it?"

"Nothing, except maybe a new friend."

He smiled his most disarming lop-sided smile, practically exuding affability and friendliness. Now that he knew this was reality, it was important to make as many allies as was possible.

"...."

Ankh's just going to stare at you for a moment or so, Cain. Seriously? A new friend? Either this was a joke or this guy was a bigger idiot than Eiji. And the latter was highly doubtful.

"Nice one. I'm not one for making friends; what do you really want?"

"That is what I really want."

Cain put a hand to his chest as though he were wounded, a little over-dramatic.

"Who wouldn't want to be friends with you?"

...OK so maybe he was just an idiot like Eiji. That seemed to be the case, in which case, Ankh was going to scoff at that reply. "Idiot."

He rolled his eyes and shifted a bit, biting off another bit of his popsicle. "Plenty of people; I don't waste my time making friends. It's pointless."

"Friends are never pointless, especially not in a place of captivity where having others watch your back is a necessity."

Not that he was necessarily offering to watch Ankh's back, but the implication was there unsaid.

"I don't watch people's backs." That would basically be the exact opposite of being productive. "If you want someone to cooperate against the guys that run this place then fine, but don't expect me to care if you fall out the window."

"Co-operation is exactly what I wanted." Waving a hand, he plastered a smile on his face as though Ankh had vowed to be his best friend for eternity. "How can I ever repay you?"

That smile was weird. This guy was weird. Ankh is confused. "For one you could stop acting so cheery about it," He said, dripping with plenty of sarcasm.

"Keep your dumb brother away from me for one." Yeah his hand still hurt. Did painkillers work on Greeeds? "And if you have any information, give it to me." He didn't have nearly as much as he wanted.

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