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Who: cAIm → Ai & Caim
When: Evening → Oct. 12
What: Ai said she was drawing pictures for Caim a couple nights ago. She's coming to deliver them!
Where: Caim's Room → TD-13
Warnings: I swear there's no pedophilia. That I know of. TBD.
His room looked like a prison. Of course, Caim had thought this many times. In fact, he thought it every day he woke up and stared at the white walls. There were no pictures. There were no maps. There was... nothing, aside from the necessary objects that had been provided upon his arrival. He'd gotten pushed into a room - not literally - and given a dresser, the odd device that allowed him to see video geed, and the plank with the buttons that spelled out words when he hit the right ones.
It had been over a month since he'd arrived and he still mostly despised it. But he was still alive, which meant Angelus was still alive. The rest of their world was probably gone, though. Eaten by the harpies. The harpies who looked like his sister. The mere thought made him want to reach for the closest object to him and hurl it across the room in rage. But that would have been his sword and he needed that. And he'd heard plenty about a hand who tended to punish the wrongdoers with the smell of oranges, which wasn't something he was interested in enduring.
So reluctantly he'd curbed most of his livid nature. Sort of. It was only a matter of time before that restraint broke and the academy had a mad man in its midst.
When: Evening → Oct. 12
What: Ai said she was drawing pictures for Caim a couple nights ago. She's coming to deliver them!
Where: Caim's Room → TD-13
Warnings: I swear there's no pedophilia. That I know of. TBD.
His room looked like a prison. Of course, Caim had thought this many times. In fact, he thought it every day he woke up and stared at the white walls. There were no pictures. There were no maps. There was... nothing, aside from the necessary objects that had been provided upon his arrival. He'd gotten pushed into a room - not literally - and given a dresser, the odd device that allowed him to see video geed, and the plank with the buttons that spelled out words when he hit the right ones.
It had been over a month since he'd arrived and he still mostly despised it. But he was still alive, which meant Angelus was still alive. The rest of their world was probably gone, though. Eaten by the harpies. The harpies who looked like his sister. The mere thought made him want to reach for the closest object to him and hurl it across the room in rage. But that would have been his sword and he needed that. And he'd heard plenty about a hand who tended to punish the wrongdoers with the smell of oranges, which wasn't something he was interested in enduring.
So reluctantly he'd curbed most of his livid nature. Sort of. It was only a matter of time before that restraint broke and the academy had a mad man in its midst.