[Open Log] - Animosity in Captivity

[loverofinnocence]

Who: Caim, Majima, Ai, Samus, Angelus, and everyone else interested in meeting the famed murderer and beating him up
When: Sometime after Majima's entry right here; (Likely from 2/10 and onward. Until Caim's released. If he's ever released.)
What: The mass murderer of the town and the academy has been caught and caged. Like Majima said, however, don't expect him to be a real talkative guy. Ha. Ha.
Where: The security team's holding cells. That's right. They have holding cells.
Warnings: ......? To be determined.



[This is probably fairly accurate. Feel free to take some liberties. Considering he's mute, they probably gave him a tiny desk to write shit on or something.]


They had caught him. He had been the animal. He had been the one hunted down, lured into the trap, and taken it down. And Caim had known it would be a trap. There was no other way it could have been anything else. The whole situation was a bit of a sore subject with the prince, who was looking progressively shaggier without a way to preen himself. But perhaps physical appearance wasn't something constantly on his mind - and not when he was enduring the punishment for his actions.

The confrontation had ended in a surprising lack of bloodshed on both sides. Where a sword should have been, he'd been imprisoned in a crystal and moved from that point on by the convenience of a magic he was not adept in. Caim still didn't quite understand how any of it had come about. It had, however, and even with the confusion that racked his brain, it was a moment in the past and not one he had the power to go back in time in change. For if he'd had the power to go back and change one thing, it wouldn't have been that moment he wanted to visit anyway.

The security team had moved him into a holding cell and made sure that it was secure. He was crafty, undoubtedly, but not even Caim's maddening wit would be enough to lend him an escape from the Hell that he'd practically stabbed himself into. Their kindnesses were few and far between. He ate what they brought him, made no fuss - not that he could have - and went without food when he refused to answer their inquiries.

His mind was elsewhere, he thought. It wasn't in that cell with him. It kept going back and replaying his actions and reactions. It became an obsessive little game. And then it progressed to the repeats and the nightmares that plagued him from his homeland. The ever scorning remarks of Verdelet. The quiet assurances of his sister. The pleading tones of Leonard. And the sickening laughter that escaped Arioch. All of this... It had really been nothing short of a repeat. Two entirely different worlds, and yet a waltz of history that the man could not escape from.

He had a desk. Just one. Not even a desk, really. More like a table and it was only for the sake so he might have something to write on. But he'd had more intent to simply sit in the chair at it and stare outside, watching various members of security walk back and forth occasionally as they performed their patrols. For all he really knew, he would simply starve to death or be in there for the remainder of his life.

What kind of life could be had for a man who had already lost everything, though?

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And then I realised I should do some famous Mako notes.
OoC Notes:
♔ Contrary to however you may wish it, security is probably not going to let you beat him up. After all, getting your hands on him means he's either out of his cell, or you're in it. And chances are if you're in it, you'll be the dead one.

♔ Please tag yourselves in. Some characters are coming together. Talk that out amongst each other if necessary.

♔ If you have any questions, feel free to let me know and I'll do what I can to help clarify.

♔ Have fun! ♥

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[burn_the_fools]

Angelus had winged her way over after Majima's post. She hadn't bothered to wait on any further words from the man himself. She had little respect for humans as it was and even less for cowards. So she had simply taken wing and flown in the directions of the security building.

Getting in wasn't a task for a dragon. A few guards balked when she landed in her great, heavy and commanding way against the ground. She couldn't say she cared much for the human guise foisted upon her since her arrival but it had it's uses. Such as now as she approached the building and spoke lowly to one of the guards.

When asked what business she had, the dragon gave an indignant huff. "You should better ask what business he shall have with me once we are face to face. Silence your tongue." And she meant it too. There was a part of her that was still prickly, still hot with guilt over her own running and angered at the man for inspiring such guilt. That and this whole mess. Could he not still a blade for a moment? Did he have so little intelligence?

And by the time the guards had led her to that cell, those are the first things tumbling out of her mouth. "Have you no mind? Fool! To put blade to others who deserve such treatment is one matter. It is another to simply do so to anyone."

The slit pupils of her golden eyes were dilated, there was just enough steam pouring past her lips to make the other guards look just a touch worried and she was really suiting that blazing red hair of hers now. If she could reach him, she just might have engaged in the very un-draconic sport of using her fists.

[loverofinnocence]

In all fruitful honesty, it was the voice that had set him off. The physique was completely unfamiliar to him. ... Mostly. An initial glance didn't spell any of that, however, and the ready retort was going to either be utter silence or some form of calling her out on her audacity to treat him so familiar. Again, however, that was only to be until his mind got over the shock and surprise.

Caim had felt her when she'd initially touched down. Just as he had always felt her and it had given him some part of himself back. For Caim was mostly like a vase with some missing pieces. Did anyone do that sidequest in Final Fantasy VIII? Some of those pieces he'd never get back. As far as he knew - had known - everyone else was dead. Save Angelus, of course, for he was still alive. And as per the usual, he would not die until she had.

But somehow, she was there and if he bothered to move any closer, well within arm's length, which seemed an unwise thing to do when he saw precisely how she eyed him. All of that unbridled chiding that she released with a tongue lashing so completely her that at once Caim felt both supremely annoyed and relieved to see her. Even if she wasn't... quite as large or as gifted with the wings as he was accustomed.

He ignored her chiding and rose from his chair as he stared at her for too many moments to count. And then he motioned. What is this? The mockery that is yours for mankind is grand, but this is not. You would be of more use the other way, Dragon.

[burn_the_fools]

Angelus' brows rose up at that. "What, you expect them to let me arrive in such a form? I would not be able to fit through a door, much less further."
Now she backed off a touch as her arms crossed beneath her chest. She still looked angry enough though. "And that has nothing to do with what I said. Do not try to slip by that, Caim."

She gave him a long, hard look after that and said nothing more for a moment. Then she turned her head and breathed out a long sigh, as if she were resigning herself to some fact. Her shoulder slackened and some of the anger faded off. She'd had her gripe and she'd wait before she lashed into more.

After a bit, Angelus raised a brow once more though this time it was accompanied by a smirk. As a dragon, she couldn't engage in that satisfying facial expression. It was one of the advantages of this form, she had discovered.
"You played the hero for a child, did you?"

[loverofinnocence]

To some degree, Angelus was often like a mother. That was really the only entity Caim could liken it to. But she wasn't the same as his mother, and he found himself idly wondering if she'd ever had any kind of young in her long and extensive life. He wasn't about to ask, of course, as he imagined a conversation like that would go nowhere well. All the same, it didn't change the fact that Angelus was at the very least, 'motherly' with him. It was almost a constant reminder when she scolded him.

Especially for trying to evade something she deliberately pinpointed him on.

He moved again to cautiously sit back in his chair as he watched her. At least she wasn't trying to reach through the bars and strangle him, except realistically he knew that'd never happen. No sense to be harming someone who'd wind up harming herself by consequence. Such was the way with pacts and bonds.

Her question that followed made him pause. It wasn't something he wanted to hear and it definitely hurt more having her say it. Things were mostly okay when he simply gave thought to them and never had to expose them to the air. What had happened with Ai, who Ai was to him, and the idea that he had somehow failed her so greatly were all a bunch of ideas that he didn't want to give his ears to. He assumed he thought about it enough that there was no need for him to try discussing it.

He pointedly looked aside, I am no hero. As though that would say everything for him. He was no hero, never had been, never arrived in time, and was nothing short of a man who consistently failed against a world that conspired for him to lack any kind of succession.

[thewrightidea]

Phoenix didn't know too much about the situation of the killer. All he had known was that supposedly this man in the Detention Center was the one who spread the remains of that large sea creature around the school, killed those people in the City, and attacked the student Mac. But even though the security team was probably well-meaning, it's entirely possible that they had not looked at every clue.

Phoenix had to make sure that this Caim person was the right guy, and that he wasn't wrongly imprisoned. With his magatama in hand, he entered the center and sought out the man of the hour.

This was reminiscent of his lawyer days, when he often visited the Detention Center where his clients were held. Caim wasn't a client, as Phoenix wasn't a lawyer, but that couldn't stop him from figuring out the situation and making sure justice was on the right side.

"Hello," he greeted when he saw the man in his cell.

[loverofinnocence]

Caim had maybe seen Phoenix once or twice in passing, but he was not acquainted with the man. He'd seen him over the network, and had heard him comment on the various murders that Caim had committed. When the prince thought about it, it was genuinely a bit amusing to see how everyone else scattered about like mice and he sat through it all calm and composed as could be. No, Caim had not come forward and gladly proclaimed his victory. Killing wasn't much of a victory. The only thing he got out of it was somehow sating the agony in the centre of his being.

And now he couldn't even have that. It didn't matter what world he was in, it seemed. He was going to be tortured for things that were constantly out of his control. He was going to be every world's ridiculous pawn. He was born a pawn into a land that could never atone for its sins and he would die a pawn in a jail cell in a land that was just going to continue punishing him.

Caim wrote for Phoenix, choosing not to rely on the infrequent inhabitants that could actually read lips. When he was done, he pushed it forward for the former lawyer to see.

Hello.

Why yes. He could be civil.

[thewrightidea]

Ah, this person couldn't talk... So that's what Majima meant when he said the culprit was not "talkative." He didn't ask Caim about his writing, then, and just decided to go with it. He had never really talked to the man before. He had probably seen him in the hallways, and perhaps had seen his comments on networks, but never paid much heed.

But this man, this TA in the very school Phoenix had been employed at, was the killer all along? It was so hard to believe, but upon seeing the man, he got an uneasy vibe. It was a vibe that frightened him slightly, but also made him feel some pity. He couldn't condemn the man yet. Not when he didn't have all the clues.

"I'm Phoenix Wright. I... am a former lawyer, and I want to ask you some questions."

He said this with no hint of judgment in his voice. His tone, however, was serious, as was his facial expression, but he hoped he could gain the man's trust. He almost pulled out his lawyer's badge on instinct, but then remembered it was no longer there. Ha ha ha... How silly of him.

[loverofinnocence]

Caim didn't even know what a lawyer was, so it was mostly moot information that he filed away but imagined would do him absolutely no good. But he had a name to go with the face and that uproariously ridiculous hairstyle. For Caim imagined if he'd ever looked that way when he was younger, his mother would have had the good sense to cuff him one behind the ears.

He cocked an eyebrow as he listened to his immediate companion and somehow found it in himself to refrain from any kind of rude response. This was going to be exhaustive and it wasn't as though the other members of the security team hadn't attempted to push him for information. As far as Caim was concerned, he didn't have any motivation to say anything to anyone. He was guilty all right and he wasn't about to make a plea of denial. Saying anything after being guilty was just a sincere waste of time, really. No sense in saying a damn thing when everyone had already cast their judgment.

It also, however, depended on the delivery. And Phoenix Wright was being careful, which was exactly what Caim would have advised if he could have. So he decided he'd play along for the time being.

Ask what you will. I guarantee no answers, or the answers you may be wishing for.

[icequeen_aran]

Samus didn't expect for things to turn out this way. Ghor had tipped her off about Caim's misbehavior, and she did not pursue him immediately as she should have. Days later she was kicking herself for it upon discovering his dorm was empty, and his visiting pact dragon was left with only as much information as she had. There were few things more embarrassing for a hunter to loss a mark, to a kidnapping criminal thug, no less.

That dragon...

...Wasn't what she expected either. Certainly not the savage, blood-thirsty space dragons she likened to her at first. No, not like that. Something else for the bounty hunter to think about. Another day.

Things could have been worse.

"..."

She could have been the man she stared at disapprovingly in the holding cell; alone only with his tarnished thoughts and consciousness. The man she had not only once, but twice warned to stay out of trouble. Apparently he was incapable of such a thing.

Samus took no pity on him, but would not relent with her stare.

"Has anyone even bothered to asked you why...?"

[loverofinnocence]

Seeing Samus was only a minutely pleasant surprise. Minutely. On one hand, Caim fully expected her chiding to follow, much the way Angelus had chosen to bestow upon him. On the other, Caim had a certain degree of... 'likeness' for Samus. She was intriguing and that night at the masquerade wasn't one he was likely to forget. For her eyes gave her away. She stared at him in the present with the same disapproval that she had when they first met.

He remembered her warnings. He'd always heard them, but he'd never bothered to listen. It wasn't as though Caim logically didn't know she was right, or didn't know that actions had consequences. It was more or less he felt he had no choice. Hurting those in the town he thought ranked a bit differently in comparison to harming someone like Mac. It was really too late to try thinking otherwise, however.

Her question caused his brow to furrow and then he shook his head. No. Of course they didn't ask because no one cared. A man's exterior was all they needed to see. Caim was unwelcoming. Fully and utterly and a part of him wanted to die so grandly that he was unwilling to let much of anyone see beneath his hardened walls.

Rising from his chair, he gestured absently with one hand while the other found his waist. As though he had a great deal to say, except he'd said absolutely nothing.

[icequeen_aran]

Then the camera panned away and when it panned back Caim had explained everything to Samus.

Of course no one asked. In her youth she wouldn't of even bothered. Shoot first, ask later; a trait Samus was often still guilty of. But here she was humoring the man... or perhaps it was the other way around.

"Tell me."

Samus had little patience for guessing games and pantomiming, though she'd work with it if that was all she had. She had been fairly observant of Caim enough that night of the masquerade. Otherwise, she knew if he had something more detailed to express, the man would make or motion for a notepad.

[loverofinnocence]

DAMN IT. WHY CAN'T WE DO THIS.

Wait. What? Tell her what, exactly? For many moments he did absolutely nothing except stare at her. Wishful thinking possessed him to consider he could extract the answer to his question simply with a look. Except a few moments of silence later and he was nowhere other than step one, which was still the step where he didn't know what she wanted out of him.

But she was being strangely... not 'kind'. But she wasn't someone Caim automatically disliked and she wasn't making herself unlikable either.

He wrote and offered it up, so she could see.

What is it that you wish for me to tell you?

[receiveyou]

At Ai's reluctant behest, Majima was leading her to the holding cells. It might have seemed like a strange thing to anyone else - the man who had forcibly severed the bond between the two was also the one bringing them back together. But to the mad dog, it made perfect sense.

Under different conditions, it wasn't hard for Majima to imagine himself doing the same. He had never been shy about violence, and it wasn't for nothing that he was considered mad. The same words always came up when describing Majima: bloodthirsty, uncontrollable, insane...

So how could he not like Caim?

And yet the killer was felled by his love for a girl. Funny how women could do that to a man. Funny how men could manage to break their hearts in return.

Majima disliked loose ends. And besides, Ai deserved answers.

So here they were, approaching Caim's humble little holding cell. Turning just enough to glance at her from his one good eye, Majima smiled. It was about as encouraging an expression he was capable of, though it still managed to carry a snake-like demeanor.

"Ya rrready~?"

[iaiai]

A lot was off about this scenario. Ai held onto the hand of the man that had previously kidnapped her and held a knife to her throat, and he was leading her to Caim, of all people. Caim, whom Ai had loudly declared she never wanted to see again.

But she had questions for Caim. Majima had made asking him sound so simple. She wasn't worried about her safety; from his cell, Ai was convinced he was able to do no harm to her or anyone else.

But she was worried. About a lot of other things. Mostly she worried about what Caim would say, or how he would react to seeing her again. She imagined he hated her now. She was able to clearly recall the fact that he initially accused Ai of betraying him the second he saw her, and that was a depressing thought.

Ai was not smiling. Her anxiety and sadness was perfectly displayed in her expression when she glanced back at Majima. There was a dull excitement in the back of her mind- naive as it was, in her heart, she still loved Caim- but it didn't show on her face.

"Yes..." she replied quietly. Honestly, she wasn't ready, but she figured she might never be.

[receiveyou]

For the second time since Majima had arrived, there was the feeling of a hand, smaller and softer than his own, gripped between his fingers. It was an alien sensation. Even as he led her, the journey seemed awkward, and ten times as long.

But he pushed it from his mind. Caim was the more pressing matter here, and they had just arrived. There was only a transparent pane between them now. No room to hide, no place for secrets - whatever needed to be said would have to come out. Even if their little killer wouldn't be speaking at all.

Majima drummed his fingers against the glass cheerfully, but everything about his demeanor, down to his lazy smile, was deliberated.

"Hello, Caim~" he purred. "I brought ya a prrresent."

[loverofinnocence]

Majima was not someone Caim wanted to see, plain and simple. Caim almost hated Majima as much as he'd hated Inuart and that was a lot of hate for a man to have. But all things considered, the entire situation really was like a repeat of what he'd already been through. Different people played the roles and Ai got out of it alive, but still. The same situation. Sort of.

Which meant, of course, that Majima was clearly this world's version of Inuart, and that made him the absolute worst person ever. That was the justification for it, Caim thought inwardly just in case he thought he'd begin questioning his own motives. Who'd ever heard of an insane man having moments of extraordinarily sane thoughts?

He loathed how smug Majima looked in those moments. Caim wanted to blame that man for everything, though he logically knew that Majima had only capitalised on Caim's behaviour. The prince was the real culprit, and it was hard to swallow all of that, which must have shown in his expression of near constant frowning at the one-eyed man.

[star_punched]

This was going to be difficult. But Mac had to do this. For his own good. And he was behind bars now. Technically, this means Mac shouldn't get into another fight, despite how much Mac wanted to beat Caim until there was nothing left...No, he can't think that. He was more civil than that. And he owed it to Ai not to attack him. She cared for Caim, and Caim cared for her. As much as it was hard to believe it at the time, there was someone in Caim's life he actually loved. He wasn't completely the disgusting, vile, scumbag Mac thought he was. Not completely.

Here went nothing.

Mac walked in casually...slowly into the vicinity. He tried to not look angry. He actually tried to be calm. But the moment he saw Caim straight to face, he grew queasy. His stomach turned. And his blood boiled.

You have every right to be mad, he put you through...He had to shake it. Be civil. Stay civil. Mac's ability to try to move on from things was coming back, but only so slowly. He was still feeling so guilty, for everything. Even though Caim put him through true hell, he was here to have questions answered. That was all. Though whether or not Caim would accept seeing him was a different story.

[loverofinnocence]

Caim had mildly expected to see people who were less than happy to see him. However... He had not been expecting to see Mac. The prince tried to remember if there was anyone who'd ever survived facing him. Inuart had, of course, but that was simply due to the idea that his power most certainly had beaten out Caim's. It was a bit of a blow to his pride, honestly, and it wasn't something he was interested in replaying.

But there it was. Well. There he was.

Caim knew exactly who he was when their eyes met. The repeated chiding of his foolishness echoed between his ears and it took only a few moments before the prince turned his gaze away and onto his desk. He wrote for Mac as well as he could, entirely deadpan, and yet he held no malice in his words or in his actions. The man was significantly less intimidating when he wasn't caught murdering helpless people.

Are you here to mock me? Because he wasn't about to put it past him, honestly.

[star_punched]

Well okay, Caim remembered who he was. That was a first little step. Second step was that Caim didn't look at him with murderous intent at first sight. Both of these were relatively good things considering. Always look at the positives.

...He really can't talk though. But writing...writing was okay. At least they can have a conversation. Mac looked at Caim calmly, just like he will try to be this entire visit. Many people would think he's foolish for everything Mac was doing. He SHOULD want Caim to rot. But he was the kind of guy who listened to his heart more than his head. All he was looking for was closure. Not just for himself either. Let's get this started.

"No," Mac answered. "I'm just here to talk."

[alltheparadoxes]

Silver was having flashbacks from when he was on the mission to save the future. He was certainly glad no one was injured during the capturing of the murder, but the fact that the culprit surrendered without a fight made the hedgehog feel unsure whether if whether this was really the right thing to do. Was his naivety showing again? The other Blaze he had ventured with had mentioned that before, too...

The hedgehog arrived to the cell, trying to put his poker face on. If anything, his uncertainty probably showed up on his face. He stood there quietly as he gazed at the human, trying to see whether he could come up with an answer on his own.

[loverofinnocence]

If Caim could speak, he might have said how tired he was of people staring at him like he was some caged animal. It wasn't as though he was some defect of nature. If anything, he was the perfect personification of mankind's flaws molded into one single being. Insanity, mental and emotional deterioration, strength, courage, valour, misplaced chivalry, and arrogance. Among other things. But Caim was like a solitary entity that held all of the ideals that humanity stood for on both darker and lighter traits.

But that was neither here nor there, and the chances of anyone putting that together was highly unlikely. Including Silver, who Caim had remembered from the confrontation. But unlike Majima, Ganondorf, and a couple of the others, the hedgehog was not one who'd actually lifted anything against him. Consequently, Caim held little to no animosity toward him.

Instead, he raised an eyebrow and after a moment's writings, he offered his writing pad forward. It is intriguing to see you here. What is it?

[alltheparadoxes]

Silver was still having trouble grasping the light versus dark concept. During the time he was on high alert to catch the murderer, he had the impression that the murderer was someone cold-blooded, completely evil person. But when he saw the other's reaction, as well as Majima's method of capturing Caim, Silver was confused.

"...I'm lost." Silver replied, still unsure whether he should speak all of his thoughts. "Lost of how I should look at people."

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