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smash_logs2012-02-10 08:46 pm
loverofinnocence) wrote in smash_logs2012-02-10 08:46 pm
[Open Log] - Animosity in Captivity
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?
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! ♥
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.
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?
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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Right. He and Ai cared about each other at the very least. Ai loved him, said Majima. And he... Did he love her? He still couldn't say for sure. He wasn't even sure he knew what love was. He sometimes had memories and dreams when he was younger before things had gone to Hell where he was happy with his family. Perhaps that was a kind of love.
And every so often he had a similar feeling when he thought of Angelus. Was that love? What was love, exactly? Caim would have put himself between her and anything else that threatened her. He couldn't die for her, of course, because dying would have meant he couldn't protect her. But he would fight for her. He would start a war for her. Perhaps that was love.
He reached for his writing pad, You are intuitive. There was a pause and he asked something he imagined he would never ask again. And perhaps he did so more for Ai's benefit. But to be fair... Mac really was an innocent man caught in the crossfire of Caim's anguish. How was your recovery?
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He tried to not look off guard when Caim asked about his condition; the one HE caused. But...he decided to let him know anyway. Just to answer.
"...It's gettin' better...there's still a nasty scar but everythin' closed and in tact. Not even in pain anymore."
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He paused a few moments longer, but then continued. There is a priest here, I believe. He may be able to do something about the scarring.
And really? It was incredibly odd for him to... play nice. But he wasn't even playing. Perhaps at one point in time he might have wasted time to do precisely that. The other visits had definitely worn him down. Consequently, he was feeling less ready to strike others down and especially after his talk with Angelus... He felt that perhaps a little more changing couldn't hurt him.
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Doc can never find out. Or anyone in the league. He wouldn't be able to bear Doc if he learned Mac was nearly murdered...by the man sitting in front of him trying to give lessons on healing for something he done. Maybe it was Caim's way o being guilty? Couldn't know that for sure at the moment.
...But they were now getting off track.
"But...what happened?"
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It was not personal. I held no grudge against you or ill-will. Which was true. Almost a little astoundingly true. Mac had not been a part of Caim's plan at all. It was that you had seen me. You had witnessed something that I could not allow you to see. For you would have been the one to have me thrown in here.
Another pause as his head tipped and his eyebrows knit together in vague aggravation, but directly mostly at himself than anything else. My imprisonment would have meant that I could not protect her.
And that's really what it was. He'd had to avoid getting captured for the sake of continuing to guard Ai as he had promised to do. As he had promised her he would do. It would seem justice was served, as in spite of my attempts to prevent this, the wiser man found the crevice that no other could.
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He looked at Caim sympathetically but there were a lot of things that bugged him still from what he said...wrote.
"I have people that I would protect with everythin' I got too...I almost lost that that day. But I get you."
His eyes bored onto Caim, getting ready for what he was going to say. "But that waiter didn't do any harm, to Ai either. It would be one thing to make sure no one hurt her who would."
Breath, "That wasn't what you did. I talked to Ai, got to meet 'er. She don't look the type that would hurt a fly. What good woulda come out of killin' people who were doin' nothin' but livin' their own lives? How is that protectin' her if you were doin' somethin' you knew would get you in trouble if you were found out? I find it hard to believe that was somethin' Ai wanted unless you know somethin' I don't."
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He began to write again, trying not to grow too agitated by the situation. That was not what I was attempting to convey.
My apologies, he thought to himself, only half sincere, which was precisely why he didn't write it.
I was not protecting her from them. She knew naught of what I was doing. You are not incorrect, either. She is... vastly more at peace than most are. He paused to think about that for a moment, noting to himself that she was most certainly something he was never going to be. Getting caught was not a part of my plan. Even if I had been, where I am from, there is no punishment for that nature.
It was hard to punish the reigning prince of the land, after all. Especially in times of war.
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But no punishment? So murder was okay? There was only one thing in which Mac would think murder wasn't completely condemned. And even so, he was shooting in the dark.
"...So...what? Were you at war or somethin' Fought in a war?"
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Caim nodded and he wrote a bit more for his immediate companion. A war that was ever ongoing, even to the point where I arrived here. Peace is a foreign ideal to a soldier and I am no different from any other.
All he knew was fighting and bloodshed. All he knew was suffering. But Ai had given him a taste of what life could be like if he were happy. And he had ruined all of that.
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"I guess I completely misjudged you before then...I can't imagine what it's like to be in a war...I ain't been in one. Ain't killed a guy."
And yet. He wasn't done.
"You saw that this ain't no battlefield right? Sure you got soldiers here who've seen wars but a number of 'em ended up bein' my friends. We hang out and do things that friends do."
Pause. Caim apparently had this in Ai. Better say something else.
"Ai musta meant that much? Would you try to make it up to her if you could? If you were given the chance, would ya wanna start over?"
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Well. Leonard was just another part of Caim's conscience. He was just one of the proverbial angels upon Caim's shoulder, reminding him of what was and was not morally just or decent. In hindsight, Caim found himself wondering what gave Leonard the authority to decide right from wrong, considering the kind of man he appeared to be. In all honesty, however, Leonard wasn't a horrible companion. He couldn't say the same about the blond's pact partner, but the often soft-spoken man wasn't terrible.
And Caim had appreciated that.
He eyed Mac for a few moments longer and thought about what Ai meant to him. In a way, he wished he could have voiced it. But even if he'd had a voice, he couldn't imagine that he was going to say anything. Not about Ai. Not about his feelings. He didn't even know how he felt in the first place. The whole thing was exhausting and frustrating. It was like fighting an entirely different kind of war and one he didn't know how to win.
Finally, he wrote once more. I only wanted to protect her. I would still protect her, in spite of what happened. That is my place. That is the place I will fight for. Even if she should despise me. And he was pretty sure she did, if her visit was any indication.
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Again, why the hell was Mac doing this.
"If you really feel that way then you might have the smallest chance of still doin' that. You do gotta fight what you want all the time."
He shook his head.
"But you don't gotta worry about Ai. There's a lotta people who care 'bout her too. N' if you really loved her, her bein' safe is what matters in the end, right? Even if you ain't there in person?"
...
"You're fightin' a big battle now n' I can't say for sure if people are gonna forgive you. Fact, I ain't so sure how to feel about it anymore. But I can promise ya I'll make sure Ai's safe too. She's a good kid but she IS angry, what happened scared her a lot. You seem to understand that but I've got a feelin' that deep inside she still cares 'bout you. Love ain't a feelin' that goes away real easy."
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And the more Mac continued, the more Caim didn't want to. They were getting into feelings and all of the things that Caim had hidden away and forgotten about. Forgetting about losing the one person he'd managed to make some form of companionship with it. Forgetting about the loss of the people he'd suffered. And he kept telling himself at least he had Angelus.
At least he had Angelus. At least he had Angelus. At least he had Angelus.
If he asked for more, then he would be self-centered and selfish. But his war against the Empire was a bit selfish. Yes, he had sworn vengeance for his fallen family, soldiers, and his sister. In their world, he would have thought someone mad if they refused to make their suffering known the way he had. And it was the world that defined him as mad and toeing that line of insanity.
...Was he insane?
He didn't know. He didn't know anything any longer.
His insides turned when Mac said that word again. 'Love.' What a concept. That Ai could love any part of him. Love was not a word worthy of him. Or rather, the other way around. He was not so privileged or worthy. And the world, as unforgiving as it was, and as unforgiving as he expected the academy to be, would have agreed with him. Or perhaps the world would have sentenced him to that fate long ago.
He finally found the strength to nod. Yes. Perhaps you are correct.
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"...Listen, I ain't here just for my own lil' closure thing askin' you for answers. I can tell ya now that I really do hope you get what ya want to see Ai again. You got a lot to prove but it maybe ain't impossible..."
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Well, no. That wasn't true. Almost everything was possible. In fact, until the moment gods decided to intervene and toy with their pawns, everything was possible.
But no god would stand in his way at the academy, so perhaps seeing Ai, gaining this redemption - though he knew not how to - were ideas that were not impossible to grasp within his hands. Which also implied that obtaining his sword, the one thing that made him feel whole when Angelus wasn't around, was also something doable.
His head tilted a little as he eyed Mac, seeing the same man he had so brutally sliced up that day in the town. And yet this was a man with compassion. In a way, akin to Inuart. Inuart had mercy and compassion, but he'd also had jealousy and rage. The younger brother complex and sibling rivalry to a man who had no intentions of playing his games. In that respect, Caim realised he could grow to actually... tolerate Max.
Not like, perhaps, though if he did, Caim would never admit to it, but he could at least tolerate him.
I am not a man of faith, so mayhap you ought to hold it for the both of us.
And it was one of the kindest things Caim had bothered to say since his quarantine.
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Or maybe it was just Caim landed himself in jail.
Mac didn't know and he won't pry for answers. He honestly didn't want to bother him with more questions for both their sakes.
He nodded. Maybe he smiled just a little. For real too.
"I will."
Maybe then he could have some faith.
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That was a conversation he imagined he would be having later. With... someone. He didn't know who, but he imagined it'd either be a very innocent one, or one held with someone who had every intent to chide him and scold him for his behaviour. The neither of those actions were going to really make much of an imprint. If a grand dragon could not make him change his ways, then nothing else was going to either.
He wrote once more for Mac after a moment's thought. For the amount of discipline Mac had to face the man who would have killed him without a second thought was incredible and was something to be commended. It was also something Caim could have learned how to harness for his own future mishaps, however...
The likelihood of that was not great.
My gratitude, I lend it to you.
For all of the things above from protecting Ai, to having faith, to his compassion. Caim was, somehow, in awe of it all.