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tushanshu_logs2014-10-26 07:38 pm
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what's a... door? [ closed ]
WHO Jacob Kane (Cain), Skulduggery Pleasant.
WHAT Just a friendly drop-by to see how the other is doing. Maybe get some info. In the name of friendship, clearly.
WHEN Sometime at the end of October, idek.
WHERE ME-1A.
WARNINGS N/A thus far.
Things were getting quiet again. Riva had gone back to Midii after staying with him for a while (which was weird, but not too weird on Cain's new scale of relative weirdness on the whole of being here, anyway), and that meant he was alone to himself. That was nothing new, but it was something he noticed after having lived with Riva a few days, and his brother, niece and their freeloader/house arrestees for a few months before that. It gave him time to think, gave him time to get settled back into his own skin.
What it really gave Cain time to do was realize what a fucked up situation he had been pulled into. Nothing was ever straight and narrow in life, but damn if this wasn't more crooked than usual. Giant, possessed continent turtles and fucked up clocks and psychic baby turtles and the lands between the realms of life, death and dreaming. None of it sat well with him, and he wasn't afraid to admit part of it was in fact due to him being an old man in soul who was damn well acquainted with how things were. Now they weren't. That was aggravating... and maybe a bit unnerving. Just what was the world's oldest man (back home, anyway) supposed to do about an invisible enemy? What did they expect him to do about a torn populace of newcomers? Stepping up and taking charge... he definitely could, and something might even come of it. The real question was: did he want to? Getting involved like that was going to bite him in the ass sooner rather than later.
Maybe he would just sit and stew for a while longer. His phone still had juice and that had music... Yeah, maybe he'd just put something on and see about getting some kind of research done. The network might not be safe to post on, but there wouldn't be harm in going back to see what kind of things had already been committed to the forums, right? You could learn a lot about a person from their social networking habits.
WHAT Just a friendly drop-by to see how the other is doing. Maybe get some info. In the name of friendship, clearly.
WHEN Sometime at the end of October, idek.
WHERE ME-1A.
WARNINGS N/A thus far.
What it really gave Cain time to do was realize what a fucked up situation he had been pulled into. Nothing was ever straight and narrow in life, but damn if this wasn't more crooked than usual. Giant, possessed continent turtles and fucked up clocks and psychic baby turtles and the lands between the realms of life, death and dreaming. None of it sat well with him, and he wasn't afraid to admit part of it was in fact due to him being an old man in soul who was damn well acquainted with how things were. Now they weren't. That was aggravating... and maybe a bit unnerving. Just what was the world's oldest man (back home, anyway) supposed to do about an invisible enemy? What did they expect him to do about a torn populace of newcomers? Stepping up and taking charge... he definitely could, and something might even come of it. The real question was: did he want to? Getting involved like that was going to bite him in the ass sooner rather than later.
Maybe he would just sit and stew for a while longer. His phone still had juice and that had music... Yeah, maybe he'd just put something on and see about getting some kind of research done. The network might not be safe to post on, but there wouldn't be harm in going back to see what kind of things had already been committed to the forums, right? You could learn a lot about a person from their social networking habits.
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He added, "Smaller laws need not coincide." Because for one thing, an existence like Skulduggery's was entirely against everything he knew about the relationship between death and living and whatever you called the in between. Considering the state of his own soul in how Solomon Wreath apparently perceived it, the same could be said of himself to other universal laws, and wasn't that the kicker?