[Closed; RO OC losers waking up together again]

[nevercrossme]

The bed beneath him had never been this comfortable. At best, he remembered a vague feeling of his head resting on a lap, perhaps in another life, another distant time...

But as he opened his eyes, vision blurred and head feeling weighed by something akin to alcohol or maybe just waking up to a Savage on his head again (don't ask), he let go of what he knew no longer was. His previous life didn't matter to him, Kain thought impatiently, wanting the fever dream to rush away so he could fall back to sleep. He failed to notice the humming of the room, how sensitive the clothing on his skin felt - how light it carried itself along his limbs.

Warm bed, his mind added. Literally all that matters.

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[memoryfault]

He didn't give much thought to waking up next to someone. And why should he, when it was so quickly apparent that there were new things afoot? Things Damian had never seen before, let alone examined.

He'd left the bed behind, Kain in it, almost immediately, and hasn't been back in the three hours since. There are a thousand things to acquaint himself with (those doors are fascinating, what magic is that?), and things only get better when he discovers a little handheld... something. He doesn't have a name to put to it, although it doesn't take him long to figure out how to work it. It's a fount of information, after that. He pours over everything it will show him, and spends a good two of those three hours seated in the sill of the window, scrolling through endless information.

By the time he makes it back to the bed again, he knows quite a bit about this place. Not everything, not by a long shot, but a bit. There's still an unfortunate, gaping lack that's bothering him, although for a moment he pushes it aisde.

"Kain." He's leaned over the bed to shake his shoulder, eyes bright and expectant. "Kain. Haven't you slept enough yet?"

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Ah, there's a voice that made him confident in his career choice. The assassin opened his eyes lazily, as he wasn't committed to waking up quite yet.

"Not if you're here..." he muttered, though of course he didn't really mean it. Sort of. He draped his arm over his eyes and sighed. "What, Damian?" LIKE A CHILD HOUNDING HIS PARENT.

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Well, that worked in some sense of the word. Kain is, at least, conscious. He smiles, content, and decides not to use any of his water spells this morning.

"Wake up," he repeats, and then adds, slightly more helpfully, "Look around. Notice anything different?"

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One more sigh later (but surely not the last of them), Kain flopped his arm back to his side to push himself up from the mattress. Focusing his vision, he felt the hairs on his neck rise, if not from the shock but perhaps the electricity lingering in the air.

Blue eyes bolted left, right, then landed on Damian with an accusatory stare. What did you do, they said.

i keep trying to pick an icon and getting confused

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There he goes, noticing. Finally. Damian begins to ease into one of those smiles -- the ones that are just a little too pleased for their own good and, generally speaking, don't bode well.

"We're in a new city," he says lightly, like it's just no big deal. "Which sounds like just the beginning, actually. I've had some time to look around." His smile grows. "You should look around a little, too. You'd like it."

IT'S A NIGHTMARE. Also I truly have forgotten so much about Kain?? Sorry if he's crazy different

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A calm settled over him. Well, if Damian wasn't dead yet then there couldn't have possibly been any immediate danger, so he would take faith in that for the time being.

Faith limited, however, he peeled the blankets from his legs and stood up, wriggling his toes against the floor and letting the new atmosphere soak in. Unbelievable.

"My weapons," he spoke simply, looking around to locate them. They didn't get far, but the uncertainty of the situation made him feel vulnerable without them equipped. He walked to do just that, not looking at Damian as he worked.

"How the Hell did we get here?" He looked toward the window, hairs standing on end to the point it prickled at his skin. "This doesn't look like any place I've heard of before."

oh god don't even worry about it, i'm groping through the darkness too

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There's a flicker in that smile. There it is, that gap in his knowledge.

"Mm. I'm not sure." He hates admitting that, and it's clear in the dimming in his face to anyone that knows what to look for. He stays seated on the bed, thoughtful, attention drifted away from Kain again. "I've learned a lot about this place, but... not that. Not yet."

oh good

[nevercrossme]

Perhaps he knew it well enough since he wasn't even looking at him, but he knew Damian wasn't really the type to let information escape him if he could help it. So it really was a mystery, then.

He turned with at least his basic daggers set to his belts, not wanting to stand out too strongly in the foreign town. Kain looked around the room, at the door, then to the wall. There was a timer on the wall, blinking, changing...

No, it was a clock? It seemed to correspond with the darkness of the sky that it was later in the day. Kain wasn't about to touch it. Damian probably already had so forget it.

"Guessing you've investigated; anything to worry about?" As he asked, his eyes locked on him. Ah, yes. Protection mode. As if just mentioning the idea of a potential threat was going to get them both attacked.

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"Not really." Isn't that the answer he gives every time, though? Sometimes it's true, but there's really no counting on his opinion. He finally stands, brushing out his clothes, and heads toward the window.

"Oh, though--" A quick glance back over his shoulder. "You probably shouldn't show off here, when we head outside." When, not if. Of course. "It sounds like they don't like it."

Which is going to be a little annoying, and possibly difficult to keep in mind. He's always been fond of idly casted spells while he's thinking.

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Kain didn't know what he was implying with that, but not having his weapons was not an option. A grunt and some quick work with his uniform later and at the very least he looked normal by whatever standards that could possibly be around here. Or so he hoped.

The knives were concealed and all that was seen was some weird cape for his ass. The blades were kept to the back. What Damian's warning of the unknown couldn't snatch from him, however, was the skills that came with using them.

"If we have to," Kain complained, though he was inclined to agree. Sitting in this new complex wasn't going to get them anywhere. "I know I'm wasting my breath but try to keep your head down - " and to emphasize, palm on Damian's head and down. "Got it?"

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He'd caught sight of one more of a hundred fascinating things out the window, and that's what he's just starting to crane his neck to see when Kain's hand interrupts that business. He angles his head, the better to aim a growing grin up at him.

"If I keep my head down, how am I going to see anything?" Like it's just an amusing joke on Kain's part, he couldn't possibly be serious. He even laughs a little, pushing out from under that hand to finish his walk to the window. "Look at this! Look how tall those buildings are. It's even better than Prontera."

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Kain was about to slap his head for being a facetious child, but hearing the keyword Prontera sent a shiver through his form. He opted to follow his sights to the window, gazing into the far distance of an unfamiliar world. Damian wasn't wrong; it was impressive.

Well... That being said - or thought, whatever...

Kain turned toward what he assumed to be the door, glowing a gentle blue to let them know they were allowed through. Despite that, he paused, cautious about the brick of light between them and the exit.

His fingertips were tentative in their outstretch to make contact, but in the end, he didn't take the risk. He looked toward Damian because he probably knew what to do with it.

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He doesn't stay at the window for long. He's had plenty of time to enjoy this sight already, and now it's time for the next step: seeing it a little closer. He strides after Kain to the door, and stops just behind him to grin. He's already tried this trick out, naturally, and that coupled with his research means he understands the meaning of the lights.

So that means it's Kain's turn.

He gives him a shove, still smiling. Nothing like diving right into the unknown, right?

FANCY FUCKIN ICONS YAS

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The problem that came along with travelling with Damian for extended periods of time was that Kain had a tendency to drop his defenses - but only towards him. Damian always stood in his blind spot when it was just the two of them, so getting one-up on him? Easy.

Kain stumbled through the light with fluency but it came with his heart forgetting to beat and his lungs threatening to pop his eyes out from the pressure of fear. When he notes he isn't disintegrated or anything of the sort, he simply looks back at Damian with a face that said, I actually don't know what fucking expression to make right now.

gross, now i have to pick icons

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Damian looks a little delighted about this. It's good, of course, that Kain hadn't smacked into solid wall, or fried, or anything like that, although Damian had been reasonably certain none of that would happen. He's mostly pleased for the chance to surprise an assassin cross. Those don't really come along that often.

"Blue means it's accessible," he says brightly, stepping through after him. "But I wouldn't recommend trying that on any red or yellow doors you see."

And with his little lesson given, he starts forward, headed for... for what he hopes will be an elevator. He'd watched a few clips explaining elevators, though, and what else could that wide, blue-lit door be at the end of the hallway they're in? Either way, he expects Kain to follow.

I have the easiest job in the world in this case

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"You know what blue in people means?" Kain said somewhat threateningly, hand whipping out to grab him by the collar. Just because Damian had a head start in worldly knowledge here didn't mean he was going to go waltzing ahead and die. What a hassle.

He lined himself up to at least his side, exhaling sharply from his nose as he walked toward the light. He frowned a little as a swelling of heat came into his chest. Was he hungry? How long had he been sleeping? Never one to show weakness (despite earlier's fluke), he leaves it to hurt and heaves out an extra sigh to alleviate some of the pressure.

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He's caught up short, and heaves a little sigh for it, but doesn't otherwise object. Caution is so time consuming, jeez. But he falls into step with Kain without complaint, at least.

The light approaches, and right on cue, Damian considers his next train of thought up for vocal consideration: "You know, it looks like they have really interesting food here. I hardly saw anything that looked familiar. Do you want to try pancakes?"

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Don't read his mind, Damian, it makes him unsettled. Tightening his lip is the only reaction he offers to being read, intentionally or not, and he steps through the blue light to enter the elevator.

"I wonder how long it's been?" Kain pressed his hand to his stomach. DEM TIGHT ABS "I feel like I haven't eaten in weeks." He was kind of cranky for it.