( with a hand on his hip, lips pursing. he's got people for that though, people he can ask for some assistance. kara's. . okay with him. hasn't had an issue, outright told him if he killed those involved she wouldn't give a shit (not that he's particularly interested) about it. )
Just some asshole bothering me. [More to it, but like hell he's dumping the gritty details and exposing the depth of that whole issue.] The plate was on the counter, then it wasn't. Almost like it disappeared.
Maybe later, yeah, just... send her my info. [Appreciative as he is, the power aspect of this brave new world is more challenging to wrap his head around.] You got a lot of connections.
( he does. too many. too many people willing to help him on a whim, too many individuals willing to do near anything for him. it's unsafe, jason hates it. )
[Cain's worse at that: connecting, intentionally or otherwise. Feels like he's harbored isolation too long to change the habits now, but at least Malone's network sounds useful.
Straightening, he holds up his fists, minding the new bruise on his forearm from that last punch.]
C'mon, round two. Let's go.
[We can fade to black into training-montage-scenes, if you want...]
( he favors the hurt arm, and jason notices. grins widely in response, but--repositions himself. takes more of a boxer's stance, considering they're training for the fucking rings. he's mindful of cain's own stance, too; shifts to mirror it when he can. )
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( with a hand on his hip, lips pursing. he's got people for that though, people he can ask for some assistance. kara's. . okay with him. hasn't had an issue, outright told him if he killed those involved she wouldn't give a shit (not that he's particularly interested) about it. )
What happened?
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[Superpower: shattering all your mother's fine china.]
Made it move, I guess?
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( it'd be easier to figure out what it was if he could make the incident happen again, but, )
What stressed you out enough to cause it?
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Just some asshole bothering me. [More to it, but like hell he's dumping the gritty details and exposing the depth of that whole issue.] The plate was on the counter, then it wasn't. Almost like it disappeared.
Never been able to do anything like that before.
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Give me a bit, I'll call my girl. She's got a bit more experience--helping others adjust to crap like that.
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Maybe later, yeah, just... send her my info. [Appreciative as he is, the power aspect of this brave new world is more challenging to wrap his head around.] You got a lot of connections.
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I get around. Helps with figuring this shit out.
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Straightening, he holds up his fists, minding the new bruise on his forearm from that last punch.]
C'mon, round two. Let's go.
[We can fade to black into training-montage-scenes, if you want...]
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Round two.
( let's get down to business. )