The Framing of Justice

[loverofinnocence]

Who: People and Caim
What: This is a catch all.
When: November 26 ~ November 30
Where: See the aforementioned cut.
Warning: Probably not.



What is this? Why, it's a 'catch-all' log. Very simple!

Caim doesn't have an office, unfortunately. You can find him in any number of places, however, between the dates listed previously. So if you're looking to... 'talk' with the mute, try looking in the following.

♦ Personal Quarters - TD-07 (It's a very organised and somewhat barren room.)
♦ Fencing Classroom - (There's not much in here yet.)
♦ Greenhouse
♦ The Lake

He's available for talking to, whether you're interrogating him over past events, recent dick cat events, future events, or if you've never met the man at all.

Make a separate thread for each character and in the subject line, specify an approximate time, day, and location. Action or prose, either's fine. Backdate, futuredate - whatever is convenient for you. That's all you need to do!

INSTANT MUTE MAGIC!

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[stillawoman]

[ Her own words, after said and out there, made even Furiae feel a certain bashfulness to them, as if they were perhaps too strange to say - but it was only when Caim took hold of her hand and lipped those words ('lovely' so easy to read even with how little use it often received) that Furiae thought she could feel some heat to her cheeks. She was glad that his attention went elsewhere, so she too could turn her face away. Ah, how easily she could be teased...

When she caught him turning his head back out of the corner of her eye, she did the same too, hoping that there was nothing noticeable to see. The lag in her attention nearly caused her to miss his first few words, but she quickly caught onto the subject. The practice that they probably did because well why not they had to waste time doing something had helped her well. ]

I would not want you to treat me any differently than your other students. If you did, I don't know if you would ever permit me to hold a weapon.

[ She smiled, and it was something of a playful smile. A little bashful, too. Did she think that? Well... ]

[loverofinnocence]

[Her response garnered from him almost an immediate expression of mirth. Subtle, perhaps, but still certainly there and not something that she would miss. Unless of course her attention had been elsewhere, for no matter how inconspicuous she had tried to seem, Caim dared to say he knew his baby sister better than anyone else. She could attempt to be as sly as she wanted to be, but he imagined he would know the truth of things.

Most of the time anyway. And to see her come off as so genuinely shy was indeed its own category of precious. For that reason - among others - he was not quick to release her hand and instead he eventually guided it to settle at his chest, right above the calm thumping of his heart, with his own hand resting upon hers.]

You know me too well, Furiae. [Which caused mirth to gradually grow into a light smile.]

As your brother, I should wonder if it is safe for you to learn weaponry skills. Yet this world is not ours and I intend to make us a 'kingdom' within it. Those freedoms I spoke of for you before extend here. If you wish to learn, then learn you shall. You are to do as you please. There are no obligations or duties for you to follow.

[stillawoman]

[ It had been useless for her to worry about the passing warmth she had felt on her face before. Not because of the look he gave her, indeed noticed by his sister who felt her own smile grow more at the sight of it. That was a face that allowed her to know that he had caught the playfulness in her words and made her happy for it, unused as she still was to teasing but glad that it was accepted.

No, it had become a needless act when he took her hand in his and pressed it to his chest. At such a move Furiae wanted to look down, but the soundless words that Caim began to speak made her hesitate to give anything more than a mere glance. She kept her face towards his, attention to him, and felt almost trapped between a simple conversation and the gentle heartbeat hidden under the fabric of Caim's shirt. Her own voice became lost somewhere inside herself, taking Furiae a moment to speak, and not as playfully as she had only been a second ago. ]

Y... yes, I understand... and I will be careful, too, of course...

[ It could hardly be called a response. Not even half of the words had left her mouth before Furiae turned her face away at the growing flustered sensation that was in her body.

If his sister's shyness was the goal, then Caim had certainly received the reward. ]

[loverofinnocence]

[Furiae's bashful nature was something that made Caim feel something very deep within himself. In fact, most of the time they were together, it was as if she rebirthed life into the parts of him he thought dead. A beautiful concept, he supposed, and it sounded completely unlike the Caim that everyone else knew him to be - except his sister, of course. For she'd known he wasn't always the stern and cold man that he portrayed himself to be.

To the rest of the world minus a few, he was heartless. Yet to Furiae, Caim imagined he was all she had. With Inuart dead, no dragon, Manah still in the guidance counselor's position... Furiae's list of allies had shortened. She needed him whether she admitted it or not, and her brother knew it.

He squeezed her hand gently and released it, consequently attempting to release her from her flustered state as well. He turned his attention onto the whiteboard and in a matter of moments, demonstrated for her only a piece of the tranquility he had obtained while in the academy. Once upon a time, he and Ai had plans of doing art together and Caim was not so unhandy with a pencil in hand.

He gave a rather rough sketch of Furiae, though more childlike in nature, wielding a rapier and shot his sister a vague smile over his left shoulder as he tapped the board.]

I do believe that shall be you.

[stillawoman]

[ And thus came the freedom of her hand back to her own person, finding refuge with her other in holding the book that had been mostly forgotten by the woman. But no freedom came as instantly from her own beating heart and how mixed she felt inside for her reaction. She could at least be glad that he didn't tease her any more than he had so far that day.

... Though she did have to wonder about that image he drew of her. Her, holding a rapier, a weapon. Yes, this was where she was leading herself, and yet - oh, could she think of it so seriously with how Caim had portrayed it? She took a step forward to look at it - and she couldn't help but to smile in amusement as it; a hand even went up to her lips in case she was to chuckle.

But she didn't say anything, not straight away. Instead, Furiae took a second to put the book down onto Caim's desk (being the closest surface to her) and then went up to the board. She turned to her brother, taking the pen (his or a spare) to then add a friend to the drawing.

She didn't draw a quickly as Caim did, and her own piece didn't come out as well as his, either. It was an image of himself, stiff-looking thanks to the lines she tried to make as tidy as possible, in what looked like one of the many suits that teachers wore at the academy. A tidy collar, a tie that hid underneath the buttoned up jacket, and shoes that looked, well... like she tried.

And he held a book too, open and held out by an awkwardly bent elbow. But Furiae had a bit of a proud smile when she was done, taking a small step back to look at it. She had never taken to drawing when she was younger, much rather preferring to spend her time with Caim and Inuart, and her parents hadn't pressured her into the activity since she behaved in her more necessary subjects.

And, well... it showed. But Furiae didn't seem so embarrassed by the attempt she had displayed, when she looked up her brother. ]

And this shall be you.

[loverofinnocence]

[There was pleasant surprise in Caim's features when she joined him and even more so when he realised what she was doing. If either had been educated of anything in the art field as children, it was likely music. Except neither had a forte in it, it seemed. Well, Caim had not. He was certain Furiae held her own variety of secrets and he wouldn't have put it past her to claim an expertise in something without him knowing. Unlikely, perhaps, but certainly not impossible.

He eyed her completed drawing and gave unto her a sincere smile, almost on the very edge of baring his teeth. This was the life they should have been allowed to have. This was the feeling they should have been able to experience sooner rather than later, but at least they were having it now rather than not at all.

Something lurked in the back of his mind, however, and it came up whenever he began to feel 'too pleased' or 'too content.' He had not forgotten that Furiae had needed a reminder of what she had missed in her last visit to the academy. And Caim assumed that even before that, she knew nothing of what he had suffered, or of what he had done to her. The Seed of 'Resurrection,' her 'rebirth,' and mankind's salvation. The very occasion that had sent him to the floor of an academy hall without Angelus the first time.

A series of sounds that he would hear at night as he slept. Sounds that would echo between his ears in the silence that sometimes sat between them. Sounds that pulled at the strings of Caim's remaining sanity. It was the dark fact of the matter that no matter how he may have worked to atone the academy, the greater sin still was the one that brought him to kill his own sister. Terrifying and something he could not ask forgiveness for, for if he told her...

He shook his head slowly and looked back to her drawing. Then he tried to straighten his posture and look more the instructor than the older brother.]

Why, what a spitting image of me. [And he really didn't think it was half bad at all.]

[stillawoman]

[ Though Caim's wasn't all that bad, neither of their pieces were likely to find themselves displayed for years to come amongst the collections of a wealthy lord. Furiae knew that, and the more that she looked at the drawings before her, looked at her brother's straightened posture beside her, back again to the scribbles on the board -

The laughter came. It was like a chuckle, maybe more like a giggle, and Furiae couldn't stop it from coming out. The hand to her mouth was now necessary, covering her lips with the back of her fingers as she turned her head away.

Could she have ever guessed in those moments ago she would laughing in this? It for too long had been such a foreign reaction to her, but now it seemed to come out from her as natural as laughter should: suddenly, with humour and with pleasure.

What an awful drawing! For whatever Caim would think of it, Furiae could see nothing else. And that was fine. ]