[This android is confined to bed rest and sometimes not always coherent (thanks, pain meds), but it won’t change his indelible tendency to ignore his own state and check up on others.
Thus, this message.]
You did well in regards to our mission. How have you been doing since?
so hafid texted me just now (do you know who that is??) and told me about a plan on the vein of you and i teaming up to go all undercover to befriend this guy to get info out of him because his parents are a big deal (or work) at giles bell and pulsar
i mean i'm all down for it and as much as i think i'm great and all that (lol!) i think i'd feel better teaming up with someone else who is even more capable than me (that's you btw)
Hello, Cain. It's Alex.[ no kidding ] From before. At the fan costume party. I hope you've been well since we last spoke. If it’s not too much trouble, I’d like to meet up. Would that be all right?
"cain and i are both on a spy mission to befriend hideki and get to his parents through him particularly his mom i think was the end game of this whole thing
his family's pretty influential back in new amsterdam
so you see! i can't get super attached neither of us can"
Next time we all tumble head first into dreamland, skip winter and bring him to visit me. I might be able to get the master of the Lotus Pier to give you both a lovely tour.
[ fitz can't exactly be caught at a club night for the young maeda and his friends (not when he has his sights set firmly on the pulsar board by his own means, if he can knock the right pieces out of the way).
'course it's cain's real birthday, too, so he'll find a minimalist box (made of a familiar, metallic compound in lieu of paper materials) at his home. when his gaze flickers over it, a neural message activates, keyed to his implant alone. ]
Just in case you want to leave the party early 🎁
[ it's not quite a puzzle box, but it does take some ten or so twists and slides of its panels to open. inside, cain will find a sleek, black band. a bright yellow, raised triangle marks the only deviation in design. picking it up will activate another message. ]
Twist to arm and disarm ⚡ Happy birthday, Cain — Fitz.
[ okay but maybe save the taser for bigger problems than if you don't wanna dance with somebody ]
[When Cain discovers the gift box and manages to unravel its twisting mechanism so as to unveil the band tucked within, a broad grin breaks over his face. Just as that display message blinks across his vision.
After sliding it on and toying with the cool rigid material its constructed from, he sends a quick enthusiastic reply.]
[Abel is where he always is: at home, resembling a caged animal more and more the longer he sits and tries to figure out what to do with his time. He's managed to stash his frustration somewhere where Deimos and Cain won't be inconvenienced by it, but it's getting to be too much to hide away. He wants to stretch, he wants to work, but nothing has really panned out in the mundane, non-Displaced world thus far. It feels wrong, but what is he supposed to do? Insist?]
[He's making himself a cup of tea and trying not to be frustrated about this latest thing-- he's been testing equipment since before he even became Abel, doesn't Cain have any faith in him? Is he just a small fish in a very big pond now, that has to accept he isn't as smart as he was somewhere else? And Cain's just trying to be nice about it? Is that it?]
[What he does know is that the honeymoon period of his and Cain's reconciliation and the shiny strangeness of New Amsterdam is wearing off and now he actually has to start a life here. It's not going the way he wants, and while it's mortifying to admit, it's probably because he's never had to start a life on his own before. This is what everybody else does, he should be able to do it better than this.]
[He's not an idiot. He's noticed Abel's restlessness and has tried to do what he can short of asking his own company to hire Abel on his behalf out of frustration, but it's not his place. Maybe he's looking for the right job to throw his time into and is unwilling to take the first decently paid opportunity as Cain had just to free himself of the safehouse's restrictions, so that's why it matters. Abel has far more technical skill in addition to a formal educated background than him. There's no comparison. It makes sense he wouldn't choose whatever fell into his lap, as high-minded and purposeful as he is.
Or maybe it isn't about work at all, but in that Cain can't relate -- he throws himself into physical activities (manual labor of work, the fighting rings, training at Jason and Hafid's old warehouse) exactly because it's what he's good at. It keeps him distracted, satisfied until the next strange occurrence in this world inevitably goes wrong.
At some point, Cain had decided to leave it alone. He wasn't even thinking of Abel's free time when he replied to that network post. All he could see was Fitz covered in blood not his own, Peggy crumpling to the ground like a lifeless doll, Markus pinned underneath a barrage of gunfire. All he could see was the soldier he'd shot dead himself through a plucked-out chunk of armor.
A few minutes later, he steps out of the bathroom toweling off his head. Dark eyes land on Abel.]
Just so you know, Maeda's men are armed with poisoned weaponry. It's powerful enough to nearly kill someone whose been inoculated against most existing kinds of poison, so be careful.
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@matches.malone
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want a pic?
[Hopefully, the agitation radiates through simple text. Not that Cain places any blame for what he asked. He really can't.]
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so youre like
an expert at superpowers?
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@margaret.carter / gently backdated post-rescue
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@leo.fitz / a day or two after the event.
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@markus.manfred, a day or two after the event!
Thus, this message.]
You did well in regards to our mission. How have you been doing since?
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oh you know
waiting for the next mission so i can save babies, jump off ledges, risk my life etc like a superhero
you?
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@prom.argentum
heard some talk about ppl gonna get moved out of the city and elsewhere
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[he doesn't know if this is important to cain, but -- he wanted to check, just in case.]
i got her something that resembles carbuncle, from the story?
dunno if you wanted to come with but i get it if you're busy
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you made her something?
whats it look like
send a pic
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@seojoon.tak
Hey.
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hey yourself
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im dead
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@prom.argentum
on the vein of you and i teaming up to go all undercover to befriend this guy to get info out of him because his parents are a big deal (or work) at giles bell and pulsar
i mean i'm all down for it and as much as i think i'm great and all that (lol!) i think i'd feel better teaming up with someone else who is even more capable than me (that's you btw)
so... just lmk if you're down for it?
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doesnt sound too hard
why do they want us to go after him though
[Also, wow, fluffing his ego there. Stop it.]
were just supposed to sweet talk him and get some info?
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@alex.benedetto
It's Alex.[ no kidding ] From before. At the fan costume party.
I hope you've been well since we last spoke.
If it’s not too much trouble, I’d like to meet up. Would that be all right?
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sure thing
where did you wanna meet? got a place in mind? if youre still at the safehouse i can swing by there
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just wanted to clear my head first
wasnt expecting to wake up surrounded by every single person i know
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particularly his mom i think was the end game of this whole thing
his family's pretty influential back in new amsterdam
so you see! i can't get super attached
neither of us can"
what the fuck is this.
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[Through the alarm in his mind, all he feels is a heavy dread. Prompto, why did you have to open your mouth...]
i can explain.
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@xuanyu.mo | it's so appropriate i'm here under your smut
[ can text be singsong-y? ]
Next time we all tumble head first into dreamland, skip winter and bring him to visit me. I might be able to get the master of the Lotus Pier to give you both a lovely tour.
oh my god
the hell are you talking about
lsmffsd
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birthday delivery 🎉
'course it's cain's real birthday, too, so he'll find a minimalist box (made of a familiar, metallic compound in lieu of paper materials) at his home. when his gaze flickers over it, a neural message activates, keyed to his implant alone. ]
Just in case you want to leave the party early 🎁
[ it's not quite a puzzle box, but it does take some ten or so twists and slides of its panels to open. inside, cain will find a sleek, black band. a bright yellow, raised triangle marks the only deviation in design. picking it up will activate another message. ]
Twist to arm and disarm ⚡
Happy birthday, Cain — Fitz.
[ okay but maybe save the taser for bigger problems than if you don't wanna dance with somebody ]
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After sliding it on and toying with the cool rigid material its constructed from, he sends a quick enthusiastic reply.]
youre the fucking BEST
[Can't wait to tase some assholes.]
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[He's making himself a cup of tea and trying not to be frustrated about this latest thing-- he's been testing equipment since before he even became Abel, doesn't Cain have any faith in him? Is he just a small fish in a very big pond now, that has to accept he isn't as smart as he was somewhere else? And Cain's just trying to be nice about it? Is that it?]
[What he does know is that the honeymoon period of his and Cain's reconciliation and the shiny strangeness of New Amsterdam is wearing off and now he actually has to start a life here. It's not going the way he wants, and while it's mortifying to admit, it's probably because he's never had to start a life on his own before. This is what everybody else does, he should be able to do it better than this.]
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Or maybe it isn't about work at all, but in that Cain can't relate -- he throws himself into physical activities (manual labor of work, the fighting rings, training at Jason and Hafid's old warehouse) exactly because it's what he's good at. It keeps him distracted, satisfied until the next strange occurrence in this world inevitably goes wrong.
At some point, Cain had decided to leave it alone. He wasn't even thinking of Abel's free time when he replied to that network post. All he could see was Fitz covered in blood not his own, Peggy crumpling to the ground like a lifeless doll, Markus pinned underneath a barrage of gunfire. All he could see was the soldier he'd shot dead himself through a plucked-out chunk of armor.
A few minutes later, he steps out of the bathroom toweling off his head. Dark eyes land on Abel.]
You wanna talk about this now?
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private text, network. PRIOR TO THE EVENT.
It's powerful enough to nearly kill someone whose been inoculated against most existing kinds of poison, so be careful.