Not all there

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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'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?"

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"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?"

<3

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...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."

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"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.

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"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."

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"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?"

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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.