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[insertdadjoke]

Who: Jacob Kane (Cain) & someone else. Maybe you.
When: October 14th and forward.
Where: All around Keeliai.
What: Hoofing it around town to get a better finger on the pulse of current happenings. If it's a place where people are, Cain could feasibly be there.
Warnings / rating: Nah.

It was really rather astonishing how quickly Cain could adapt to things. He even surprised himself sometimes, what with the fact that he had literally been pulled into another world with a universe-threatening war and only a few hours after the fact he was on the streets looking for more information. Part of it, he acknowledged, was simply that it hadn't sunken in all the way yet. Regardless of that fact, it was always smarter to push forward than stand still when the world was still spinning around him.

Early on, it was easy to see that he was pissing off some kedan just by being around and initiating conversation. Cain started to pick his questions more carefully, but it wasn't going to stop him; kedan population seemed way higher than foreigner population and that was where he was going to need to get gossip or info if from anywhere. He wasn't above pestering some people on the street or trying to get shopping done if it looked like he might get away with starting a conversation.

Hell, Cain was even willing to stoop to the old classic: "Hey, do you have the time?"

Comments

Fire Sector

[redlightgreenlight]

Valdis had become accustomed to the way the Kedan looked at her when she passed. They were still angry, but the sword on her hip was enough of a deterrent that most of them left her alone and those that didn't soon learned to.

The irritable voice of one of the Kedan called Valdis' attention to the possible problem as she rounded a corner. Someone who could only be a foreigner was doing a fantastic job of pissing off one of the less reputable shopkeepers in the area. Valdis casually walked over, hand on the hilt of her sword, a small smile lighting up her features. "Is there a problem here?"

Earth Sector

[ruinsprofessor]

The Foreigner community was becoming small enough Raine was sure she knew most of them by sight, and the fact that this one kept actively trying to talk to kedan strangers said he probably didn't have much idea about the state of the city at large. Almost certainly new, then. At least the fact he was new told her that magic still worked, which was something. Better than the alternative.

She might well have made herself a bit too obvious in watching him, however, as in short order she was being asked for the time. "Not more precisely than midday," she answered, a little bemused by his choice of query. "You're recently arrived here, correct? Do you need help?"

Metal Sector

[skeletonenigma]

The kedan may not have been especially friendly with the Foreigners anymore, but Skulduggery still knew how to get information from them without saying a word. He could tell when something was rattling them, when a Foreigner was making themselves a little too much of a nuisance, or - most importantly, but not completely unrelatedly - when the cultists were beginning to make a push on gang territory. That meant Skulduggery kept a close eye on the man who was rattling the gang kedan from the moment he entered the Metal Sector, and when it looked like said man might actually try engaging some of the cultists, Skulduggery decided it might be a good idea for him to step in.

Which he did, approaching the no-doubt newly arrived man without making a sound and tapping him on the shoulder. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Earth Sector

[peacefullywreathed]

"Not really," Solomon said absently, because he was currently standing at the entrance to an alley and trying to determine who had killed who in the particular bout of violence lingering there--payment for some materials he required for his Dreaming portals. With the amount he'd paid out for Emily-Helen's funeral, about the best he could offer was divining deaths of family-members. Fortunately, the kedan had family-groups tightly-knit enough to make it a lucrative practice even in spite of his current unpopularity.

Still, the fact that someone had asked that was strange, and Solomon extended his senses around him just in case he was about to get attacked by a gang. Then he flinched, stepped away from the person beside him as he turned to face them, and managed not to gag on absolutely nothing.

The person was a man who would have looked perfectly ordinary, if it weren't for the fact that looking on him felt rather like looking into oil. Slick, rainbow-shaded, repellent. He wasn't dead, hadn't died--if anything there was a faint skate of people he'd killed nearby, but less tangible than they had been two weeks ago, thank goodness. It was just his very presence, running counter to the death Solomon could feel from everyone else, as if the man rejected its touch completely.

Even Valdis hadn't felt like that, for all that she was meant to be a death goddess.

"Now I do," Solomon said evenly, stilling himself and ignoring the shiver that ran down his spine. "What are you?"

14th

[akito]

Akito doesn't get the chance to run deliveries very often anymore, mostly due to a lack of need now that the kedanese don't need him and the other foreigners don't have too many packages that need to be sent to each other. But he has a quick run he has to make - this time a few concept designs he's sketched out to give to Tony, along with a note to say he'll be late to their meeting tonight. He could have just sent the message along via the network, but given that their meetings are specifically meant to find a way to stop relying on said network... Well, not the best idea.

Usually he'd have been to Tony's place and back by now, but a new arrival caught his eye and kept it. Akito isn't one to trust at first sight anymore but he also isn't the type of person to leave someone alone in a dangerous situation, so he just watches from a distance, jumping silently from roof to roof. The man is clearly unaware of the current situation, and how precarious the relationship between the foreigners and the kedanese is at the moment.

He steps in only when he notices someone in the shadows aiming to strike. A quick, silent jump to land behind his new target and an equally quick elbow to the head is all it takes to knock the would-be attacker out. Akito finishes up by arranging their body into a more comfortable position and relieving them of any weapons on their person, making sure to ice over any blades before touching them, lest they be tainted.

Water Sector

[royalguard_style]

While everyone else was concerned about the deteriorating relationship between the foreigners and the kedan, Dante was using the tension as an excuse to stop acting like a respectable member of society. Granted, he never even tried to pretend he was, but lately, he can't even see the point in hiding his sword. It's no wonder that the Kedan around the water sector are more used to dealing with nuisance foreigners. Upon being greeted by Cain's increasingly inconsequential banter, they simply roll their eyes and move on.

Dante himself, meanwhile, was watching Cain try and get any information he can to no avail. Somewhere deep down, a there was a responsible adult telling Dante to go help, but he's having far too much fun watching Cain try to stumble around in the metaphorical dark. Cain doesn't have to be very observant to notice that someone his grinning at him from an outdoor table near a cafe.