ghost by my side, so perfectly clear. [ catch-all ]

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Who	"Jacob Kane" (Cain) & You
When	Month of September, barring plot explosions
Where	All around Keeliai and various establishments
What	Just one of those catch-all things
Warn	Will update as necessary. Please consider filling this permissions post!

Things were tense around the city. The breezy weather had subsided, and with it went some of the feeling of just waiting for something to happen. Now the air was humid and people were scrambling to collect what they could, prepare not only in case the air dried again but for whatever was to come when the Justicar appeared. No one had any idea what to expect. Cain certainly didn't, but he was more or less okay with that; he didn't need to borrow trouble rather than make sure his own interests would be all right should push come to shove.

To those ends, Cain was being a little more directed in his wanderings of the city. Places where the natives seemed more steeled than frantic, still appreciated foreigners or at least was willing to let individuals prove themselves, anything where he could make himself appear more solid. His carefree attitude was great and genuine, but if things went to hell, Cain wanted to make sure people would look at him and not question if he had to take some kind of control. All hail Romulus, father of the Holy Roman Empire. Ha, yeah right. Not that it would even mean anything to most people here.

He went about his business. There were places to be, people to bother, and plenty of things to keep up on.

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Sept. 1st; locked to Anton

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The letter was curious, having been slipped under the door to his room after delivery and apparently waited there until he'd made his way back to the Hotel. Cain did what he always did, and dove right into the curiosity. It was a simple paper once out of the envelope, folded end over end until it was a small cube as if someone had been nervous or distracted or bored. Not exactly mailed with firm intent in mind. The first thing he noticed when he unfolded it was that there was hardly any text at all for an entire sheaf of paper that had been mailed out.

The second thing he noticed was that tears had started to cloud his vision. He had to dry his eyes and fight against the immediate, emotional impact to understand what he was reading, what his heart had seen before his mind, and overwhelmed wasn't even the word to begin describing how he felt about the contents. His handwriting was on that page, his simple, almost-printed scrawl drawing out just a few words that gave him everything he had hoped for, that changed the entire world. This couldn't be a prank, could it? The breadth of implications in it made him revolt against the idea immediately. There simply wasn't anyone else here who could know enough to even fake that. Another option presented itself. The city was tense, and old memories were being dredged up by the bucketload for Cain. Reminders of the battle with Malicant, his episode that Gene had accidentally been privy to, even just the constant, back-burning stress of where he had left off back home. It wasn't even close to a stretch to think that his mind was playing tricks on him, that this wasn't even real. That would just figure.

He read it again and again, over and over from top to bottom until he couldn't take it anymore. His tears had dried and he was pulling himself together, slow and sure. Inside was a different story, but as time went on Cain determined that he needed to settle what was happening. Nervous hands folded the paper back up, precisely along the lines from before as if they had been his own motion to start, and headed downstairs to Anton's office.

After the executions

[lasergrenades]

Pepper Potts was supposed to be a superhero. Right now, though, she really didn't feel like it. Her job, and Tony's job, and probably Gene's job, was to protect people. To fight the bad guys and take on the enemies that normal civilians couldn't.

Instead, she had done nothing, save preventing Tony from going nuclear on the Chihuelans. It didn't feel good to do nothing, but Klaus made a very salient point. Something else was going on, but as of yet that was unclear, and without understanding the playing field, they could endanger all of Keeliai.

So now she's sulking, basically, in a public area near where the Chihuelans are staying at the college. Pepper spends most of her time glaring at watching the area, but occasionally jots down notes or doodles, trying to connect the dots.

Sept 27th (CW: Blood)

[redlightgreenlight]

The Chihuelans were leaving and they hadn't found Celaunn or what they had been looking for. Small blessings, but she supposed she couldn't ask for more at the moment. They were just lucky that Jacob and Anton were around, she doubted that anyone else remained who could talk her out of her own head. She was still frustrated though, upset that she knew so little.

A sound to the side caused her to spin and draw her sword, the blade shining brightly at her touch. When no one appeared, she took a breath and then went to put the sword away. She hissed, dropping the holy blade as blood began to seep from the cut on her palm. Swearing under her breath, she stooped to pick up the sword and put it away before examining the cut.

She knew it wouldn't heal on it's own, the last time she had cut her hand on the blade it had taken almost two days to return to normal, and it hurt. She tore the sleeve off her shirt and wrapped it around the cut, then she headed toward the Hotel. Berating herself for being so careless and holding the injured hand close, Valdis tried to ignore the blood that slowly rolled down her arm, until she could actually do something about it.

September . . . sometime? Before canon update.

[seismometrics]

After the Hamadas left, Toph vacated the shop, backing off and leaving it to the invasion of the old man Callaghan. Time to regroup and re-evaluate her plans . . . and honestly, with her mind preoccupied as it was, decisions had been placed low on the priority list.

The shop knew where to find her -- the house in the Sky Sector that she lived in with Aang -- and forwarded individuals to her every now and again. Even though the shop hadn't been open long, she'd made a small reputation for herself as a fabricator, able to bend and mold metal in ways that would have been unwieldy and complicated for anyone with a hammer and anvil. Some just liked to watch the method of it, too, with the fascination of watching someone fold origami or twist balloon animals, enjoying watching the shape emerge from the metal under her hands.

Any inquiries made about the girl who could bend metal would be forwarded to her at home.

Sometime in September

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One day Kaiba would be found in Central, surveying the patch of area that had been damaged by Erskine's fire. His white billowing coat more than giving him away as he traversed the perimeter of the damaged area and even ventured into some of the areas, simply looking around. He paid those passing by no mind, thus he probably wouldn't take any particular notice of Cain unless he happened to walk up to him.