#diffusingconscious

TO: fucker FROM: ronan

░░░░░░ ☾ ok

       The first time-- -

  It wasn't quiet. It wasn't unusual. It wasn't really anything worth thinking about. But it was. Oh, it was. The first meeting (though honestly, not really even a meeting,) he held high hopes for the other. He picked up small bits from them through observation, careful glances here and there from a distance. He knew that..well..people knew when they were being watched. The brain tells you. An itch in your skull, screaming at you that there's someone there, someone waiting, someone watching. He wouldn't allow it to get to that point; though, how about watching without watching? He wouldn't meet him yet. Preparations and all of that were necessary, first. But..there he was...

  Another rat.

  This time, it was perfect. And so was he. Useful, dignified, entertaining. A couple slurred words here and there as he held a makeshift bowl holding God knows what, a nausea-inducing odor emanating from it. And just like that, it boiled over into a black sludge, similar in texture to tar. It's next phase was into smoke--giving off the smell of something rotting and bleach-- before turning clear the further from Kiel it got, and the closer it made it to it's target (as well as losing odor, leaving just a faint smell of it; faint trace of it.) The spell was done.

        ❛ʜᴇʜᴇʜᴇʜᴇ.❜

  Their first official meeting wouldn't occur until later. Short, exchange of names if only for Kiel to check up on how the spell is holding up while maintaining the facade he's never seen Cato before in his life. Well, might he add. So far..he noted hallucinations in the other, occasional bouts of nausea though those soon passed over almost unrecognizably so. Until he eventually loses sight of them completely (hoping for their paths to cross again later.) Oh, well.

     ...

  It wasn't long after he was recruited to join a group of his own, the first one since it all really started. Secretly, he hoped that maybe whatever was missing from his creations he'd find with them. That, and he needed something new..something he hadn't lost yet, probably. He wasn't around when Cato joined their group, however, following his Ammobium to gather the parts he required. When he returned, catching sight of Cato was..surprising, to say the least. He didn't really know if the other knew of the spell he'd casted on him previously..if he pieced together the peculiarity of Kiel's presence in general accompanied by a monster summoned with his own black magic. Who knew, honestly. Cato was strange, himself.

       ❛ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ.❜ Again.

  Whether he did know or not, Kiel didn't care. He was genuinely happy to see him. Even if it meant that this time, he'd be able to keep track of the progress of it.