towerofanimus | Pieces of the Puzzle

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Pieces of the Puzzle

Who: Cain Knightlord and EVERYBODY (no seriously, he is knocking on every door in the residential areas)
Setting: All dorm rooms on each level
Format: Starting with Prose, but will match you
Summary: Cain has some questions to ask of everybody!
Warnings: Cheerful derpiness?

[First Part: Private to Abel]

The events of the weeks precluding Halloween had been harrowing, to say the least. Not just due to the violence that had been committed, the deaths that had followed, but because they had seemed powerless to resist it. Even Cain had felt that inexorable pull that told him to kill those who had been subject to experimentation, bombarded with sights and sounds that were no less horrific for the fact they had been hallucinations. It frightened him, the idea of the loss of control, more than most other things did here.

Yet they had managed to resist, the pair of them together. Though in part, he was sure that some of Abel's resistance had stemmed solely from a refusal to hurt anyone just because the Tower decreed it so, rather than from any desire not to hurt innocents. His own logic and fierce internal reassurances that none of it was real had barely helped, yet somehow they had got through it locked in their room without any blood, theirs or anyone else's, staining their hands. It was a victory for them, a reaffirmation that together they could overcome any odds and force things back their way.

It had given him a renewed sense of inner security, a belief that this imprisonment would not be permanent. All he had to do was bide his time, be patient and surely the solution would come to him. He had faith in his own abilities and, with Abel beside him, it was only a matter of time before they were free. It had brought back his ever-present smile, his outward confidence, as though he had chosen to be here and the whole situation was under control. He would make friends, gain confidences, find a way through that to the secrets of the Tower and those that ran it, and then...

But first, his brother deserved a reward for managing to resist the temptation to give into those persuasive voices telling them to kill and maim. He knew Abel was keenly feeling the sense of imprisonment here, and it was imperative that Cain maintain his normalcy to give his brother back a feeling of security and safety. So it was that morning, one (1) Abel Nightroad would be woken up by the smell of delicious (if slightly charred) pancakes covered in maple syrup.

"Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead~"

[Second Part: Open to Everybody]

Having enjoyed his breakfast with his brother, Cain was now on a mission to collect more information that might be useful in unravelling the secrets of this tower. He had down a few names as worthy of extra interest - the nations, Charles Xavier... But he wanted to meet everybody. The more confidences he could gain and the more friends he could make, the stronger his position (and Abel's, by proxy) would become in the tower.

So starting at the bottom of the dormitory levels and going around in a methodical pattern to each room, right through every single one in the Tower, he knocked on the door loudly and confidently. He will also be peeking his head into the libraries, the watch room, the church, and the cafeteria as well to try and catch anybody not at home.

"Excuse me, I wondered if I could have a moment of your time, please?"

[ooc: So very open, in every dorm room and most public locations in the Tower. Cain is on a deliberate hunt for as many residents as he can find.]

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He loves hearing Abel laugh, it's like a drug he can never be free of, even if this laughter is from tickling and not enjoyment, it's good enough for him.

So he's not stopping.

EVER.

"I can't stop myself, I must be under some kind of spell!"

A-AHH... he all but tosses the tray on the nightstand to flop onto his side, trying to lift a knee to block his brother from leaning over him and managing to get at him with those STUPID TICKLING FINGERS.

"Cain! I'm guh-- h... HAHA-- gonna-- ki... kick your ass, just--"

AAAHH CUT IT OUT HIS MANLY REP--!!!!

Taking the only logical course of action when that knee came up in deflection, Cain flopped down on top of Abel bodily so he could continue reaching his ribs to tickle them.

"I'm so frightened, I can see you're gearing up for the dreaded laugh attack."

--Ooph. He gives an irritated grunt as his brother bodily flops his weight atop him, and Abel begins trying to wrangle him off... none-too-gently at that. He can't breathe, man, will you just--

"I'm-- goi... going to-- HAHAhaha--"

Get you back for this? Kill you?

Punch you soon as he were able to form a fist and hit you at a non-awkward angle?

Abel might be the fighter between them, but that was by choice and not design. Cain was quite capable of holding his own, and he did so by rolling with Abel's movements and keeping his body weight centred on pinning his twin down onto the bed.

God help them if either of their roommates walked in now, because two fully grown brothers wrestling on a bed looked perfectly normal.

"Going to what, Abel? I'm dying to know."

AAAARGH... He's red in the face, breathless and just about wheezing with laughter; dude, you are NOT supposed to use your powers for evil. That's against the superhero code, don't you know?!

"--k... kill you, I'm--"

Well, he's just gonna die laughing, first, it seemed.

He is utterly unthreatened by Abel in any shape or form, so this promise of death is about as effective as a chocolate fireguard. He snorts with laughter himself and leans down further to properly get right in there at the most tickling spots.

"What was that? I hope it was: "Cain, you are the best brother ever, and I love you"."

Great... his protests have dissolved down to nothing more than weak swats, trying to curl in on himself to guard his ticklish areas while simultaneously swatting his brother away. OH GOD CAIN STOP he really might die a breathless death from tickling... how humiliating would that be in a dangerous Tower full of deadly pitfalls? Abel Nightroad: suffered his end by tickling.

It would be the best death that there could ever be, and Cain would gladly be seen as the tickle murderer, it would amuse him forever. Still, he lets up when Abel is getting pink around the face and just flops next to him on the bed.

“That was pathetic, Abel, you didn't even try.”

Wheezing... he turns onto his back and pants for dear life, before trying to weakly swat at his stupid brother beside him.

"--you're an... asshole, you know that?" Christ. You wouldn't be laughing as much if he decided to tie you to the light fixture and leave you there in revenge, BROTHER.

Cain is fully confident that Abel wouldn't dream of doing anything to him in revenge, smug as he leans back against the wall and lightly pokes his jelly of a brother.

"I get it from you."

"You're going to get a black eye from me too," he mumbles with no real threat behind it, grumbling to himself as he sat up all wobbly-like. Guh, you jerk. YOU JERK. He can't believe you just tickled him breathless like he was a child.

"What are you waiting for?"

He spread his hands as though in invitation, even sliding his glasses off his nose obligingly. Abel is just so easy to tease.

F... fucker. Don't call him on his bluff--!! He looks thoroughly irate as he contemplates the best way to respond, before just... rolling his eyes.

"Don't test your luck." YEAH.

"AHHH MY EYE! THE PAIN IS UNBEARABLE!"

Cain clutched his face as though he had been hit, melodramatically crumpling forwards and off the bed onto his knees, before straightening as if surprised.

"--No, wait! That didn't hurt. Could it be you wussed out on your threat?"

"Don't tempt me, jackass! What the hell is wrong with you? It's like you want to get punched!"

He shoves at him lightly, giving a displeased glower before sliding his legs over the side of the bed and leaning to pick at what was left of his plate. Hmph. HMPH.

Laughing to himself as he slid the thick-lensed glasses back on his nose, he sat back next to his brother.

"Now why would you say something so silly? Who would ever want to get punched?"

Licking syrup from his fingers he's so maturely dipping into the remnants on the plate, he flicks him the bird over his shoulder without looking back at him.

"I was trying to behave myself since you made me breakfast..."

"I'll remember that the next time I want something from you."

He is utterly unperturbed by his brother's lack of manners, letting him lick his fingers and swear all he wanted to. At least he wasn't sat by the elevator any more.

Yet. The keyword here is yet, Cain. And unless something happens, he'll probably be there soon enough.

"I always did work well with bribes," he muses to himself. No, really; now he thinks about it, he did seem to be a little less of a hardass with his Chief officer. The Chief officer that brought the pastries to the security sector into work each Sunday. ...Hm. Maybe this is a thing.

"Honestly, Abel... you're like a child, thinking with your stomach."

Though if sweets and cakes were what it took to keep Abel placid and not making too much trouble here, then Cain would gladly give his brother diabetes in the cause of greater good.

"Better than thinking with other parts of my anatomy."

What? It's true, okay. And you totally set yourself up for that one.

Spluttering as he choked on BREATHING, he went a bit red and gave his brother the side-eye.

"Abel!"

"What?" He just arches a brow as if what he said was in no way inappropriate, before chuckling under his breath, feigning innocence.

"Maybe I don't need to punch you. Your face is going pretty red, all the sudden..."

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