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Who: Ron and Caim
What: Doubtful confrontations: murder edition
Where: The 1st floor of the teacher dormitories
When: I'm going to sayyyy sometime around 1/25

So, maybe Ron always had this looming feeling that maybe Caim might have had a hand in these suspicious murders and attacks. It wasn't until recently that he also connected them to the Kraken incident...

And he certainly didn't want to believe what Caim said to him in his single conversation with him over the network. It wasn't right to believe that someone could be a ruthless killer. And the thief decided he would maintain that attitude until he learned more about this for himself.

Besides, what if Caim managed to prove that he didn't do it? The tapes showed Caim, though... and the rest of the security team agreed that it was him.

Ron felt anxiety sink to the pit of his stomach. He'd been feeling that way a lot lately. He'd also been investing a lot of his time into this topic. It would do nobody any good if someone from the school were to be killed by the hands of a ruthless murderer, and Ron was determined to put a stop to him! ...Well. If he could just find him. Ron figured he would just have to grow the courage to step into Goose's piloting class and call him out, and he played the dramatic scene over and over in his mind but never got around to doing it.

At this very moment, he wondered if he would ever be courageous enough to confront Caim. But then he saw him, right there. Ron froze, feeling himself blanch.

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Caim was not surprised. He really had no expectations. One lost those kinds of things when they lost what was most important in the world. Still he was tormented with the thought that Angelus lived and was not with him. Still he was tortured with the idea that he had been so easily plucked from her side and he could not return the way he would have liked.

But those harpies... Surely the world had to have been gone. The Elf Village and its neutral grounds. Caerleon and its once beautiful lands of soft breezes. If that were the case, however, then he too, would have found himself quite dead and gone. The pact had not broken past the space between the portals. For if it had, he could have spoken and much to his chagrin, Caim was still mute.

Those thoughts - and more like them - clouded his mind and prevented him from finding fault with his actions, the murders, and the Kraken. He had no reason to hide himself. Killing was not a crime. It was a past time, and it was a way to defend his well being. For all he knew, no person deserved faith in the academy or the town. Consequently, they would all need to be eradicated eventually, if only for his safety.

He would survive, if only to see Angelus once more.

When he spied Ron from the corner of his blue eyes, he set down the book he had been feigning his attention in and turned it fully onto the security member. Now, then... What could that man with the ridiculous hairdo possibly want?

It was finally time! Now or never, and he wasn't about to let the opportunity to talk with Caim slip from his fingers. Could he really be a murderer...? Ron thought of Luke Atmey and his crazed glare, his incredible wit, his almost fool-proof plan to lock the both of them up - but for opposite crimes. The Ace Detective was manic, imposing, and brilliant... But Caim didn't have the same aura as him.

Ron wasn't stupid enough to believe that people didn't come in all kinds, but he was still having a hard time believing that Caim would actually do as he claimed... So it was time to talk.

"Umm... Excuse me..." That didn't work out too well.

His book closed when Ron addressed him. Well, attempted to. But Caim had remembered how his conversation had gone with the man before. Ron was a member of security. Caim knew about the security cameras. Had he anything to hide? No. Not especially. Not from Ron, anyway. What was the man going to do anyway? He was about as ferocious as a butterfly.

"......"

Caim stared at Ron blankly and as he passed Goose's desk, he set his book down. He paused by the whiteboard, took in hand a marker, and wrote in neat, script for Ron before looking back to the other man.

Yes?

Now, Ron was a little confused. Why wasn't he just talking to him?

Before he allowed himself to think about it too extensively, the redhead blurted, "Uh, wh-what? Oh... y-you're C-Caim, right...?"

Caim nodded to Ron. He'd thought the security man would remember him. But perhaps he simply wasn't memorable enough. Or at all. What a blow to the murderer's ego. He turned to write some more.

I know who you are. What do you need?

It still puzzled him, that Caim was writing to him instead of speaking. But he recalled that, even with the video feed on, Caim did not speak... Was there a reason?

"O-Okay. I just had a question I was hoping you would answer for me." Ron paused. "Err, considering the term 'answer' loosely, since you don't seem to actually want to talk to me..."

Caim's expression went from a mite annoyed, to most certainly annoyed all in about of ten seconds as he listened to Ron. He thought he'd cleared this up already. In fact, he was pretty sure he had. How many people didn't pay attention? He didn't understand it at all.

So he wrote one more thing for Ron.

I am mute. I am incapable of colloquial speech.

And then he pointed over to it.

The thief looked shocked at first, and then incredibly apologetic. He could tell that Caim wasn't too happy with his ambling on and on like this... His shoulders bent forward as he withdrew into himself timidly.

"S-Sorry... I didn't mean to be rude or anything... ..."

Caim shook his head. There would be no point to scolding the frightened man. Again, he was of security and that would do no good. Caim didn't usually make a habit of taking his sword to Goose's classroom for the obvious reason. It was the only place he didn't carry it around with him. Otherwise, he likely would have ended Ron's miserable life right there.

What is it that you need?

That's right! He had something he wanted to ask Caim. And it was like he said to himself before... Now or never.

"Okay, you see..." he began, his head tilting to the side a degree; "I do have something to ask you, and I hope you don't think I'm jumping to hasty conclusions with this. Well... actually, to be honest, even if you did, it wouldn't matter because I spent a great deal of time thinking about this, and I still vividly remember our conversation that we had over the network which sort of definitely ties in with my question..."

~~Holy shit. Spit it out, Ron.~~ Ron urged himself to get on with his question. He was sure Caim probably wouldn't appreciate his tendency to go on and on like this... "S-So, I guess... T-The question is..." Ron bit his lip and held his breath.

Caim's weight shifted between his feet. A hand lifted and settled upon his hip as he stared at Ron. He supposed to some degree, he would have preferred Ron's company in comparison to Inuart's, but the prince was sure he saw some of the same idiocy shared between the two. Or perhaps he simply classified the idiocy of all into one category. Everyone who was an idiot was simply an idiot, no matter what their gender, how they looked, their name, and so on.

Certainly there were exceptions to the rule, but that didn't appear to apply to the present.

His expression hardened a little and he felt impatience creep up along his shoulders, increasing the tension. The weight shifted again and he gestured with his other hand expectantly. As if to tell Ron to simply 'get on with it'.

Ron was very good at reading body language when it could be threatening or negative in nature, so he straightened up and tried to 'get on with it'.

"Are... Are... Y-You see, I remembered..."

His breath hitched, and the security guard seemed to be thinking over the perfect way to phrase it. It was too much for him to handle, though, so before he could even manage to calmly ask his question, Ron boiled over with a passionate outburst:

"ARE YOU THE KILLER?!? PLEASE TELL ME!!" By now he was breathing heavier than before, probably thank so his yelling.

All of that lead up and Ron's answer was so very... simple. Caim raised an eyebrow, said, and did absolutely nothing. He didn't even move immediately to write on the board for his security companion. Mostly because of was thinking. More or less of how he should respond. What was right? (In hindsight, he supposed someone would have told him that nothing he'd done was right.) What was the correct pathway to take?

How likely was Ron going to go scramble off to his other members and rat him out? Even if he did, could Caim be stopped? Of course not. In comparison to everyone else at the academy, Caim liked thinking he was on a bit of a throne. He felt more than a little superior. He felt...

Actually. He felt every bit as invincible as he'd told Ai he was.

Death is inevitable, he began to write finally. What difference does it make who or what executes it?

Caim's response was the same kind of thing Ron found himself not expecting. It was like him admitting it, but his words instilled different thoughts into Ron's head.

"B-But..." the thief began, clenching his fists and holding them close to his chest; "E-Even th-though it's true that people die, umm... Th-That doesn't qualify anyone to take on the job of manipulating their lives..."

Suddenly, he wasn't sure if he'd said that right. Doubt crossed his face.

Manipulating? Ron was giving that too much thought. Even Caim's expression said so. He shook his head at the brown-haired man and folded his arms over his chest for a moment. Then he shifted his weight between his feet as he thought over what he'd just been handed. Really. How narrow-minded could one be? Caim wouldn't have accused a stealer of life to be manipulating it.

Although he supposed in some very distant way, it was a possibility.

Then he adjusted again to write once more. By the gods, the dry erase board was so immensely useful. I never claimed it was my 'job'. Although you are free to interpret it as you wish to.

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