Jacob Kane [ Cain ] (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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tushanshu_logs2016-01-06 08:39 pm
insertdadjoke) wrote in tushanshu_logs2016-01-06 08:39 pm
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beware of trauma [ closed ]
WHO "Jacob Kane" (insertdadjoke) / Vincent Moore (sadisticmoose)
WHEN Early January, why the heck not
WHERE Streets of Keeliai while the fog still runs strong
WHAT Cain runs into Vincent on the street, decides to poke and prod at the evasive man. This may or may not be a mistake. (It is a mistake.)
WARNING Likely to escalate into violence unreasonably quick.
He recognized the face quickly enough, considering the fog. Although Cain hadn't met the guy in person and thus didn't know what his life timer looked like (which was much easier to see from a distance than someone's exact features), the face stood out. It was human, for one thing, and one that he had personally interacted with besides. They hadn't spoken for quite a while, but that didn't mean anything as far as Cain was concerned — "quite a while" could have meant a few weeks to entire decades in his own reckoning.
So he approached casually, making an effort to keep his steps heard and his demeanor light and noticeable. The fog was making it even easier to sneak up on people even when he didn't mean to, and far be it from Cain to startle people who had no reason to believe he wasn't some kind of threat.
"Hey," he greeted, hand raised in another bid to be seen. "Vincent, wasn't it? How's that internet, turtle-point-oh going?"
insertdadjoke) / Vincent Moore (sadisticmoose)WHEN Early January, why the heck not
WHERE Streets of Keeliai while the fog still runs strong
WHAT Cain runs into Vincent on the street, decides to poke and prod at the evasive man. This may or may not be a mistake. (It is a mistake.)
WARNING Likely to escalate into violence unreasonably quick.
He recognized the face quickly enough, considering the fog. Although Cain hadn't met the guy in person and thus didn't know what his life timer looked like (which was much easier to see from a distance than someone's exact features), the face stood out. It was human, for one thing, and one that he had personally interacted with besides. They hadn't spoken for quite a while, but that didn't mean anything as far as Cain was concerned — "quite a while" could have meant a few weeks to entire decades in his own reckoning.
So he approached casually, making an effort to keep his steps heard and his demeanor light and noticeable. The fog was making it even easier to sneak up on people even when he didn't mean to, and far be it from Cain to startle people who had no reason to believe he wasn't some kind of threat.
"Hey," he greeted, hand raised in another bid to be seen. "Vincent, wasn't it? How's that internet, turtle-point-oh going?"
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His mind is a mess, and he doesn't feel like being social. And hasn't for a while...
...Which is why his jaw clenches when he's stopped. He takes a moment, before turning.
"Sorry, mate. Can't stop and chat."
And he's going to just... keep going.
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It both paid and didn't to not have to fear consequence of the physical kind, and to have a very blasé attitude over the emotional. It wasn't invincibility but it really did give him quite a lot of leeway in handling day-to-day matters.
"How have you been, anyway?" See? They could talk and walk at the same time. No problem. Clearly the issue was solved.