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towerofanimus2011-11-09 09:20 pm
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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.]
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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"Abel!"
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"Maybe I don't need to punch you. Your face is going pretty red, all the sudden..."
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He shook his head, before leaning over to get his own back by pressing several mushy surprise kisses to Abel's cheek.
"...lucky I love you so much."
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He pushes to his feet with a stretch, rolling a shoulder stiffly. That ridiculous punishment for neglecting sleep in your own bed after five days was beginning to irritate him. Pointless demonstration in authority...
"Have you had any luck with your research?"
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Silly expression fading into one the Major wore more often when he was briefing a team, he was privately hoping his brother would choose to come and assist him.
"There have apparently only been prisoners for five months, and no recorded ones before that. There are still some here from that time, as well as several from the same homes, these cannot be coincidences."
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"No. It's definitely not a coincidence..."
He doesn't believe in coincidence, really; everything happened for a reason.
"What do you think it means?"
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"I'm not sure, I need to look into it a little more. See if there are any common factors in who is brought; for example, I know we are not the only set of brothers here."
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The word is echoed, and his eyes return to his brother where he'd been buttoning down the shirt he'd slept in, attention shifted. That brothers were here was really no surprise if they were pulling people who were familiar with each other, but... maybe Cain had pinged something different about this detail.
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It could be nothing, but it seemed too great a coincidence that relations were dragged in together with all the choice of people to save from each world. If anything, it helped disprove their word of destroyed worlds, as surely then the logical thing would have been to save unrelated people to help repopulate that species.
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"This whole think smells of bullshit, from top to bottom."
That, or it's what he'd distinctly like to believe. Even so much as the little itch of possibility their world is dead and gone could be true... made him ready to go mad against their captors in earnest.
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"It's just a puzzle that needs the pieces slotting together, that's all. Trust me, we'll sort it out."
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He has no patience for it... any of it. Captivity; to be collared; to be treated like a guinea pig once more; to be separated from their family...
"Of course we will."
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"Then promise me you won't do anything too ridiculous in the mean time, okay?"
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Really, planting himself in front of the elevator was among the least reckless and irresponsible things he could do in a tower full of death traps and potential murder... or suicide. It really figured this was the hellhole they'd end up in.
Speaking of the elevator... now dressed and having enjoyed breakfast on his twin, he's got the usual objective on his mind.
"...I'm headed back. Where will you be?"
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He knew better than to get into a fruitless argument with his twin about whether going to the elevators was a good idea or not.
"I'll bring you some lunch later on."
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"You don't have to do that."
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He would rather bring Abel food himself, than have his twin sit like an idiot all day with no food or drink.
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Which irritates him; but-- before he goes, he usually raided the cafeteria for a few things that would hold up his trip in front of those double doors and could be quickly concealed. Just because he had a clone's endurance didn't mean he wasn't also a glutton and liked to go hungry, too.
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He smiled easily at his brother, as though they were arranging to meet after a day of social fun instead of research into a deadly prison.
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"Have it your way."
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He gathers up all his notepaper and presses a hand to his brother's shoulder as they part ways in the corridor. He'll be so pissed if Abel gets himself killed, so he better be careful.