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Post by zykrinnox on Aug 2, 2014 20:04:03 GMT
<Candy-Leptic>Haar: He sighed again, but this time it ended with a smile. He was making SOME ground, at least. Better than nothing… He leaned closer to Cain and hesitated for just a second. “I am truly, very sorry for this.” He put the cloth on where his cheek was swollen. That had to sting… “Now, if I told you how angry I was that your town is so God forsaken freezing, I would never expect you to kill yourself to bring an eternal summer.” He lifted the cloth, rewet it, and put it back on again. “Likewise, what kind of friend would I be if I asked you to give up your happiness for my own?” He brushed Cain’s hair back a bit. “Where are your glasses? Anyway. I suppose in Halloween Town we are much more accustomed to personal space than you might be…” He glanced away, but eventually looked back at Cain. “However, we know much better than to walk through fire!” He looked down again. That really wasn’t where he wanted to go with this. “What I mean is. I beg of you, Cain…” He put his free hand lightly on Cain’s chest, in half of a loving gesture and half as –don’t-you-dare-freak-out-its-just-a-name. “Please don’t act on such rash terms if you don’t know the entire story. At the post-war celebration…” His throat locked up. It took him a minute to regain composure. “Sally had told me…that she saw me as beautiful…” He choked up, but still continued. “She has kissed me, so naturally, I had thought that we…” He sighed. “…But it appears that was not her intention. I didn’t want to expose my emotions in front of you…so they kind of erupted, as one could say. My intention was not to ‘break you up,’ but rather, not to cause a scene…” He gave Cain a lighthearted smile, “Which would make me quite the fool, I dare say!”
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Cain: He wasn't sure what to say. He hadn't known about the party, but it also didn't sound unlike Sally to tell even her friend that she thought they were beautiful- even a kiss for her friends wasn't out of the ordinary. How do you explain that to a Halloween resident, though? He wasn't sure if it was possible, but still, he was silent while he thought.
"Valentine's residents are... confusing," Cain said quietly. "But I know that she never meant to hurt you, Haar. Nor I. Sally cares for you very deeply. I may be a failure as an empath for not noticing your feelings, but I know that much. I don't know if it's... platonic or romantic... that's not my specialty, I'm afraid, but nevertheless, the feelings are there." He suddenly felt very tired. "Anyway, this is my fault. I was the one who asked her if she wanted to... maybe date. There's no way she would have agreed if I wasn't in... a bit of a rut." A small part of him told him that wasn't true and that he WAS a good person, but the louder part was hard to ignore.
"I'm afraid it hasn't been easy since--..." His voice cracked and he fell silent for some time. Who was he trying to hide from? This was ridiculous- Haar was likely his best friend! At worst, he was in the top two, and Cain had a lot of friends. He often thought about how close he and Haar were, despite the fact that he hadn't known him for a terribly long amount of time.
"I don't think you remember her," he started slowly, "but Aven O'Connor was the St. Patrick's Day teacher before our Morgan was. We were engaged to be married." He stopped when he realized tears were welling up in his eyes. Anything running on magic in his room-- even the Christmas lights lining the ceiling and the snow falling over Nickolas- came to a stop as he continued, voice cracking. "She--... she was w-with child. My child." Tears irritated his fresh injury and he bowed his head in an attempt to hide his tears as he continued.
"We lost the baby. We-- we couldn't make it work anymore and I-- I haven't been the same since." The air was heavy in his room, and he knew it was a mixture of his own emotions and Haar's. He thought about all the things that weren't working in the school thanks to his lack of magic at the moment, which only succeeded in making him feel worse. He didn't want to be regarded as weak, but maybe he was.
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Post by candyleptic on Aug 3, 2014 1:11:26 GMT
Haar: A hand still on the cloth on Cain's cheek, he looked away at the mention of Sally. For now, his emotions towards her had burnt out, and the mention of her name left only a painful nothingness that seemed to consumed him. He shook his head from side to side slowly, not to discredit what Cain had said but rather to shake free of any thought of her. The matters concerning Sally required immense contemplation, and he refused to be distracted while Cain was still hurt. For now, Cain had to be his primary focus, he decided.
As Cain started to speak again, Haar replaced the cap of the antibiotic, and placed it, along with the cloth, on Cain's bedside table. Haar kept an eye on him, but froze when Cain's voice cracked. He sat frozen on Cain's bedside during the silence, waiting patiently for Cain to continue. In no way did he want to rush him, and even though he remained eye contact constantly, his eyes spoke "Take your time."
He breathed softly, his eyes only looking away from Cain as the lights flickered out. Even then, it was only for a second.
He waited patiently for Cain to finish, and as Cain bowed his head, Haar did the same, not in any way, shape or form of mockery, but to show he was no better.
Haar put his hands on Cain's trembling shoulders; as Cain shook Haar was sure to keep his hands solid and unmoving. Haar spoke in a steady, tender voice,
"Candy Man, I am well aware of your situation." He took a deep breath and continued, "You introduced me to Ms. O'Connor when I first started to work here." He tightened his grip on Cain's shoulder and leaned closer to him. "You told me she was your bride-to-be. And I could tell she was...with child. And then you just...you were gone. No further explanation. And she...she had left too. And when Rufus left, one could figure..." He paused for a moment. "Cain, I am not mad at you. I understand completely. But you see, I couldn't have brought it up when I wasn't told in the first place. I knew eventually you'd tell me... I just hoped we'd be having this conversation on better terms." He loosened his grip, and moved one of his hands between Cain's neck and shoulder blade. His voice grew almost paternal. "Listen to me. You absolutely cannot
allow circumstances beyond your control to effect your self worth. If you do..." He leaned closer and enclosed Cain in a hug. "...You regret it for as long as you're alive... or dead."
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Post by zykrinnox on Aug 3, 2014 1:54:15 GMT
Cain: He had told Rufus the same thing once. Even Crispin. How many times had he told people those exact words? More times than he could count, probably, and here they were. And suddenly, he was ashamed. Here he was, having hurt Haar immensely, and he was just... telling him horrible things that he already knew but never brought up out of politeness.
Nickolas rolled over in his corner and stared at Cain intently. Cain felt his eyes on him, but ignored him until Nickolas came over and curled up at the foot of his bed. Cain felt Haar flinch slightly.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, my dearest friend. I'm so immensely sorry for everything. I am sorry." He apologized in every way he knew how until he couldn't be understood anymore as he shook with sobs. He hugged Haar tightly.
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Post by candyleptic on Aug 3, 2014 2:24:14 GMT
Haar: Thank God Cain couldn't see his face, because at the arrival of Nickolas, Haar's face distorted greatly. His eye squinted and flashed at the furry abomination at the foot of the bed. What the flying fuck is that? No matter. He must focus on Cain.
He racked his brain trying to think of something to say to Cain that would click. He refused to give Cain the sugar-coated round-a-bout speech he had heard many times before. If that was what he truly needed, Cain would be over this. Haar pursed his lips together. OF course it would take time to heal something so major, but there had to be something that could be said that would restore even a fraction of Cain's confidence. Just...what was it?
As Cain started to shake, Haar held him tighter. What Haar really needed to do was to calm him down, for now. No progress would be made if Cain was as unstable as he was. "No no no, don't be sorry. You've done nothing wrong, my friend. As a matter of fact... I do believe you're the best person I know." Haar decided to try another approach. "Cain, have I ever told you what my life was like before I met you?"
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Post by zykrinnox on Aug 3, 2014 2:45:54 GMT
Cain: Brow still furrowed, he thought about what he said. The best person? Well, he supposed he did live in Halloweentown, so there wasn't that much of a comparison, but... but still. He had made some sort of difference... He forgot that sometimes- but it was easy to.
"No," he said quietly, though he knew the answer wasn't necessary. "You haven't..."
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Post by candyleptic on Aug 3, 2014 3:15:45 GMT
Haar: He pulled back from the hug, a warm smile on his face. "Well then, I suppose I've done you a disservice!" Actually, he really, really hadn't, but in truth, he really did want Cain to know. More-so now, however, he really needed a distraction. In a swift movement, Haar wiped Cain's tears away from his eyes and let out a small laugh. "No more of that, all right? Now remember, this stays between us!" He moved back from Cain to give him a little more space, hoping he'd be comfortable during the duration of his story. "Listen closely, my friend, this is quite a tale. As a matter of fact, it may be a little hard to believe, but believe me, two hundred years doesn't shake one's memory as much as you would think." He cleared his throat. "And most importantly, I want you to promise you'll continue to view me the same light as before." He smiled and put his hand over his heart. "Past, present or future, I'm still your Haar."
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And then he began;
"I am not sure where or exactly when I was born, but I do recall it being in the early 1800s. Now, my memory isn't all to clear concerning my early life, but I remember a few key things. Firstly, my mother was extremely young to bare a child." He raised a hand to his chin. "As often as I've contemplated it, I believe by the time I was four she was about...twenty one, so she was approximately seventeen or perhaps even sixteen when I was born. Either way, realize at that point in time, that was oft the norm." He took a long breath, and his shoulder collapsed. "I never met my father. If I had to guess, I would assume he was around the age of twenty four when I was born, but I suppose he most likely died soon after my birth. In complete honesty, my father continues to be a mystery to me." Haar swallowed hard. "This is not a story I'm used to repeating!! WHY-... I digress... Despite my mother's young age, she was actually extremely capable. I never felt as if a piece of myself was missing due to my father's absence, but his absence did certainty affect us other ways, I assure you. One of those ways, as I'm sure you could imagine, was finance! As a youth I took it on myself to work as many jobs as possible, however..." His eye cast down to the floor. "That is not the real burden my father passed down to my family... As I assume, you've heard of the Salem witch trials, yes?" His eyebrows sunk. "Much before that time, any form of witchcraft was deemed plausible to be lynched of. Men, of course, were no exception! My father...was no exception." He looked back up at Cain, and pulled his lips back. "I...was led to believe my father was simply 'disliked,' as my mother had put it...but that was not the case. He was, by blood, a full warlock, and even though he apparently concealed it greatly, was found out one way or another. But see, it didn't quite stop there. When they discovered he had a son..."
His eye flashed back at Cain. "Would you like some ice for you ankle?" The cold bitterness from the room was dissipating, and he assume the furry abomination would benefit as well, even if it was...whatever the Halloween it was...
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Post by zykrinnox on Aug 3, 2014 3:58:20 GMT
Cain: If there was one thing that Cain had no background to base his comfort on, it was death. He was very much alive, and unless he was killed, he would be for quite some time- possibly even outliving Haar's second death. While he didn't like to think about the concept of dying, it was a thing people dealt with when they matured--
but not like this.
It tugged at Cain's innate sense of fairness that bad things do happen to good people that anything bad could happen to Haar. It wasn't a unique feeling; it was almost law that all good friends felt this way, at least, he felt, they should. It was unfair for any being, regardless of what they may have done (and Haar had done nothing but be born!) to have to die in such a way-- and then to come BACK, and remember it all, and be able to tell the tale? It was just unfair. Cain suddenly began remembering every poor decision Haar had ever made, and how determined he was not to focus on despair. The fact that he could rise above his past experience humbled Cain in a way he couldn't properly express in mere words, though he did think that perhaps a word did exist, he just didn't have the vocabulary for it. He wished for a moment that he had another language up his sleeve, but he supposed that probably wouldn't help him most of the time.
The fact of the matter was that in a way, Haar was a much better person than Cain. To admit it at a time such as this, though, was to say he didn't accept his praise and that he intended on continuing his current self-destructive path. It was quite the opposite.
Haar instilled in him such inspiration that he was unsure of where to put it all. He found, deep within himself, an extensive, unwavering, unconditional compassion for the man that he wasn't aware he hadn't already had. Words eluded him.
"My ankle will be fine, my friend," he said after a moment. "It is of the least of my worries at this moment."
Cain reached out one hand (a bit daringly- but not too much! He was his friend, after all) in a friendly gesture to take Haar's hand, offering him a smile that was long overdue.
"Thank you." It was very little for him to offer, and he was already thinking of other things to say, but they felt hollow compared to those two words. The lights in his room did not come on immediately, but they flickered, and the snow in his room and on his floor wasn't as heavy as normal, but there were definitely flakes, and Nickolas was satisfied enough with this that he returned to his spot in the corner of Cain's room. A thought occurred to Cain at this moment that he hadn't been emotionally well enough to think of before, that Haar was most likely terribly uncomfortable in his room that was terribly cold and smelled like candy. His smile widened a bit, and tears welled in his eyes. There had to be something else he could say--
"Thank you so much."
--No. He could think of nothing else to say.
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Post by candyleptic on Aug 3, 2014 4:47:47 GMT
Haar: As Cain sat and thought, Haar did the same. How much was he actually planning on telling him? How much did Cain even need to know? How much did he WANT to share it? Haar could very well end the story right there, but to do so...seemed as if he was lying. To pretend his story wrapped up in such a neat little way, it almost disgusted him. But the way Cain smiled at him, he looked so proud of him. It caused a jolt up Haar's spine. Haar didn't want to glorify himself, he just wanted Cain to know how possible it was to get over despair. But for Cain to look at him like that...
Haar took Cain's hand wearily, and couldn't help to notice how different his dead, white hands with black fingernails were from Cain's very alive hands. He took a deep breath. He had to tell him.
"You don't have to thank me, Candy Man." Haar smiled back at him. "But there's more to my story..." He sighed, and his shoulders fell.
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"When they discovered my father left a son behind... they decided that I, too, deserved to be punished." He forced a light smile, "For my bloodline! Not even anything I could have helped, really! Believe me, if I could have!" He looked down and bit his lip. "But I couldn't have. From there on out, I was merely prey to them. One night, I remember so vividly..." Haar closed his eye, "I was four. My mother had awaken me and claimed we were 'just going to take a stroll!'" He tucked his hands under his arms, "Normally one would assume something was wrong, seeing as it was quite late, but the way my mother handled things...it was astounding, really! She carried me through the streets, until we arrived at her uncle's house. She was very close to him while he was alive, but I hadn't met him...yet!" He smiled at Cain. "Would you believe that it was Jack's house? While he was alive he lived in such a small cottage, and as you probably could have guess, it was covered in all things Halloween. I learned what Halloween was that day, now that I recall... But anyways, we stayed there several days, until the lynchers or mobbers or what-have-you learned our <i> new</i> location, and then we'd move again. We were never in one place for too long. And my mother, she was always one step ahead of them, she was so very smart..." He closed his eye. "Until finally, she just grew so tired. She was so tired of running. I believe I was around sixteen at this time, but it's hard to remember..." He clutched himself tight. "She always strove for being educated. She said if one could just educate themselves, then they wouldn't have to worry about the reckless actions of others, they could always be one step ahead...But she...They eventually caught up to her. This whole time I thought I was being hunted solely, but as it would stand, starting a family with an accursed made you just as guilty for their crime... And then my mother was gone too." He paused for a moment and relaxed. "Well, I did take care to educate myself, thankfully. It might now show now, but I actually did get into college!" He lightened up, "I can't say much of that learning has stayed with me...but it was there, I'm sure of it! As safe as college was, and trust me, I stayed as long as I could, I had to graduate eventually. I racked up so much debt that when the school had found out, they threatened to expel me!" He laughed again, "But ah, after all of that work I was back at square one. I moved to a new city, still sinking in debt, and eventually I had to come to terms with the raw emotions I've put off for so long now...concerning my mother and my father, and those who stopped at no means to find me..." He sighed, "And you know what I did? I decided to stay a step ahead of them...But oh, how I did it in such a terrible, terrible way. In doing so, I became what they feared." He looked Cain in the eye. "I used magic, Cain. I was so scared they'd find me. So I tried to hide, but I couldn't... I couldn't make anything other than fire. And fire....you can't control fire when you're scared or angry or upset..."He looked away. "But it's so much worse when you're younger. And they found me..." He folded his palms together. "And I ran, and hid, in where ever I could, honestly. And I found this...this castle, that was supposedly haunted by something or another, and actually, haha, it was near where I was originally born, so I viewed it as sort of an Omen." He fiddled his thumbs and spoke slower, "But it broke what was left of my sad, pathetic cover. And when they finally did get me... I was so scared to die. So I decided..." His voice grew hoarse. "That I wouldn't."
"I was going to be a step ahead of them! If they wanted to kill me for magic, I'd use it to save myself instead! I thought-I thought that's what my mother would have wanted...but not this way.... I had heard rumors that my great uncle, Jack, managed to trick the devil. He managed to stay in some parallel state, like a ghost, I assumed! And being so young and so foolish...and so afraid, I did the unthinkable." His face looked paler than before, and his eyes looked more sunken. "I disobeyed Him." Haar glanced up for a second and back down at Cain. "I don't know what you believe, my friend, but I was taught that..." his voice trailed off. "I wasn't thinking clearly, and I was so scared. I did the most cowardly thing possible, Cain." His hands trembled, "I had found a spell..." His voice started to tremble, too. "I-I took my soul...and bound it to Jack's..." He sighed and regained his composure. For something that consumed so much of his thinking, this story was much harder to say out loud. "I found out later it's not permanent, it would only last four hundred years, the longest. But to a fool...four hundred years is forever... A-And when I did meet Jack, you could believe he wasn't too happy to have me as a freeloader! He never HAD met me, after all! Still, I like to think he was almost flattered..." He gave Cain a sad smile. "I am not sinless. Know that throughout all of this...there's still dirt on my hands..." But still, Haar felt almost as if what he had done wasn't entirely...evil... He gave Cain a more heartfelt smile. "It's the truth. Oh, how rash decisions are made while you're young!"
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Post by zykrinnox on Aug 3, 2014 5:30:20 GMT
Cain: Cain had never understood the concept of Halloween.
Actually, he had never understood the concept of fear as a whole. There was no terror in Christmas Town. There were no nightmares. There were only bright lights, joy and peace. It didn't make any sense to him because he had never had a reason to be scared of something. There was no danger or malice in Christmas Town. Most of the residents wouldn't even know what that meant!
When he was first asked to come to the Academy, after he had agreed shortly after (begrudgingly, one might be surprised to hear!) he remembered being fixated on the concept of basing a holiday around fear. He remembered looking it up in a Christmas dictionary and finding there was no word for it. He had to turn to other sources, books from other holidays. Eventually, he found what he was looking for.
Fear: n
an unpleasant emotion caused by the belief that someone or something is dangerous, likely to cause pain, or a threat.
He had read the definition so many times that he had it memorized. He didn't understand it, but he knew the textbook definition. He remembered wondering what it might feel like to fear something. He understood sadness, grief, even melancholy, sorrow, anger, irritation, despair, worry, annoyance, pity-- when he was younger he had been convinced he understood it all. It was only when he became fixated on the concept of fear that he felt he needed to experience it once.
Of course he would never have gone out of his way to! It was just a thought. He knew he'd never be able to understand people or Halloween until he felt it, but he also knew that it would not be pleasant. The fact that Halloween was based off of it made his monthly trips to the town for his favorite caramel apples quite the chore. It was creepy, yes, but the kind villagers were not scary to him. He didn't understand--
until he did.
When he feared for Aven's life and for their unborn child's life, he understood, finally. He had wondered at the time if it was his fault- that wishing for something, even if he kept it to himself, was what caused it. Now that he was distanced from the experience, he understood that it couldn't have been his fault, but he still remembered the fear. He re-lived it during the war, and now, only now, could he have ever understood Haar's story. And his heart ached for his friend.
"I won't say what you did was right," he began carefully, "but I will say that..." He hesitated. He knew and understood all too well the gravity of what he was about to say- exactly how it could affect him, and he prayed it wouldn't go over in a negative way. He pulled in a deep breath, held it for a few moments and released it slowly.
"I will say that I would have done the same. We are not too different, you and I. I can't say that I understand fully- it would be irreverent to even suggest--" He shook his head. "But, if things were different, and if I was where you are right now, I would be admitting to the same crime."
He didn't know if it helped or if it made things worse, but some part of him knew he had to make it known. They were foils of each other- Cain understood that now more than ever. They served to perfectly contrast each other. They each called attention to the other's best qualities. They were two sides of the same coin. He dared to think that they were the exact personification of their holidays, even. One life lived in fear, only to find happiness, the other lived in happiness, only to find fear. Cain reached for Haar's hand again, suddenly so very thankful for his friend and feeling so silly for reacting the way he did.
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Post by candyleptic on Aug 3, 2014 19:48:06 GMT
Haar: Finishing his story, he clasped his hands over his lap again, and allowed himself a relaxing breath. As he saw Cain carefully contemplate, a small smile made its way onto his face. He had...half expected Cain to react much worse, considering Haar's apparent blasphemy... but Cain's face wasn't one of someone who was judging him, and that in itself was quite relieving for his main cause.
Haar looked down at his hands. He did deserve judgement eventually, no question, but he didn't share his story for that. He didn't share it for validation either. In all honesty, he didn't actually care how others viewed his situation. He knew that he had sinned, and he knew he'd ultimately pay for it one way or another, and that was enough. But for now, his story did have an underlying objective, so he waited patiently to see if Cain had, in hopes, identified with his plight.
As Cain spoke, Haar hung on to every word, nodding up and down slowly.
He smiled and sighed of relief. His story had helped Cain, in some way, shape or form identify with his own losses. More importantly, however, it could help reinforce Haar's next point; he took Cain's hand.
"My friend, you don't have to pick your words so carefully!" He shook his head, "Know that, above all of this, my perception of my past is set in stone. There are no words which can be spoken that can shake me." He put his free hand over his heart. "I can come to full terms with what has happened. And although I still wake often to find it occupying my dreams... It no longer pains me." He paused and looked up at Cain. "I imagine if I were in your place...I too would be driven to misery. And know that woe does not accompany shame." He looked over Cain's hand.
"We are so very similar, Cain."
"I want you to know...that if in my case, I can overcome the agony I was faced with, than it is much more than possible for you to do the same." His face started to liven up again, and his smile grew brighter. "Believe me, you are more than fit to!! I know it sounds so difficult where you're standing, I myself have stood in the same position!" He tightened his grip on Cain's hand, "...But believe me, it can be done. I know this for a fact...!!" He gave Cain a light laugh, and added lightheartedly, "And I bet it wouldn't even take you anywhere near two hundred years, my friend!"
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Post by zykrinnox on Aug 3, 2014 20:23:54 GMT
Cain: Cain nodded silently with a small but very real smile on his face. Somewhere, deep down, he knew that he could move on, but even the most put-together person needed to be reminded of their worth sometimes, and he was certainly not the most put-together person. Haar was closer to that than he.
Cain didn't need romantic love to be happy. He had almost forgotten this. He had known, once, but, he supposed, sometimes people changed you. The Academy had changed him. He had never wanted a family of his own as badly as he had two years ago, but now he saw that perhaps he did need glasses. He had family right in front of him all along.
"You're right. Thank you for reminding me of this truth." Cain lifted his arm, letting go of Haar's hand for a moment, to put his hand over his heart. "You have my word that I will not forget again, my brother."
Even Cain was slightly surprised at the way 'brother' rolled off of his tongue so smoothly and so suddenly, but he would find that the longer he pondered on it, the more appropriate it was.
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Post by candyleptic on Aug 3, 2014 21:08:17 GMT
Haar: His eyes widened at 'brother,' but he smiled in return.
Cain's word was one thing, but his actions seems to prove that Haar had made some sort of impression, and that was quite a relief.
Haar picked himself off of Cain's bed and stretched his arms. He turned on his heal and faced Cain again. "Now my friend, we really ought to see about your ankle, hm?" He smiled and started to return Cain's supplies back to his medical cabinet in his bathroom. Haar called out, "DO you believe you need to see Cynthia? I don't mind arranging a trip!" Be believed Cynthia would most likely still be working, but he wasn't quite too sure. Then again, he could always just take Cain to Valentine's Ville, that was no problem. He furrowed his brow and wondered if Sally had returned,as well. That could make for a very...interesting encounter that he'd like to avoid. It was possible she was still in the school even, and he started to wonder if Cain knew.
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Post by zykrinnox on Aug 3, 2014 23:34:42 GMT
Cain: One eye squinted in a form of grimacing, he laughed nervously at the offer.
"Ah, uh... I must confess that Cynthia kind of... unsettles me..." It was far easier for Cain to deal with a robot who had emotions mysteriously than a person who had... none. He had never once felt any emotion coming off of her- not even when she was ensuring Sally's safety. It was inhuman- and if Sally and Cynthia were anything alike (they were twins!) then Cynthia should have had enough emotion to pour into some fairly strong korri-bus powers. And yet she never shape-shifted, was never happy or sad... It was very hard for Cain to be around her.
He crossed the room to pet Nickolas (who was very happy to be receiving attention) and realized in the first couple steps that his ankle was, in fact, rather painful to walk on. He ended up floating the last few steps and lowering himself to the ground gently in front of his polar bear.
"But, if you insist on medical attention, I suppose a trip to Rufus's farm isn't out of the question. Prudence could probably help."
He floated just a few inches off the ground to get back to his bed across the room to investigate the injury (to get to it he had to peel back red jeans and pull down black, red and white argyle socks and it was still fairly hard to see). He wasn't a doctor, nor had he ever studied medicine, but just from what he knew, he was fairly certain that it was worse than he thought. By the swelling he could only assume it was sprained- not that Prudence couldn't heal it in nearly an instant. Cain shook his head and laughed.
"Of all the times to be clumsy," he said. "Normally I'm fairly graceful, but suddenly when it's actually important to be swift, I injure myself. Emotions are funny things." He tried not to think about Sally's minor burns or the desperation and pure terror that was coming off of her at the time.
"I'm beginning to be convinced that it's sprained, yes, but I can go to Thanksgiving town myself if you have other things to do..." He, of course, was referring to Sally, probably sulking in her office, but he knew better at this point than to say it outright, or prod him more quickly than was necessary. Haar would forgive her, he was sure of that- he had forgiven him and was now fretting over his self-given injury, but it may take him some time. He was unsure of how much.
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Post by candyleptic on Aug 4, 2014 2:23:19 GMT
Haar: Cynthia was a mystery to him, so he couldn't really argue with that logic. He took his time returning Cain's things to his shelf, well aware the furry abomination that was lurking around. It resembled something of a...giant furry dog, almost? No...closer to a bear? Haar was much more concerned of how often it seemed to shed, and how meaty it's paws where. Not nearly as graceful as a spider...
His face contorted when Cain mentioned his injury. Furthermore, Haar thought of Sally, as well. He hoped she hadn't have been stupid enough to get herself hurt too. He sighed. Fix Cain first, then I will sort things out... "Now now, Candy Man! I intend to see that you recover one hundred percent!" He approached Cain. "I wouldn't mind paying our dear friend a visit!!" ACTUALLY, Haar believed he had never set foot in Thanksgiving town, and now quite wondered what it entailed. Personally, he imagined nothing but fields and corn stalks, with the occasional bear stand here and there. However, Rufus' farm sounded interesting enough. More so, Haar wondered if Rufus would actually be there. It might be more interesting if he wasn't...!
He raised an eyebrow. "Would you prefer to float or be carried?" Haar let out a laugh, "I can oblige to either!!"
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Post by zykrinnox on Aug 4, 2014 3:06:11 GMT
Cain: He smiled before covering up his injury again and floating a few inches off of his bed. "I think I can manage floating. Besides, there's a shortcut! Interested?"
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