It  wasn't  the  first  time  a  government  had  reached  out  to  him  in  order  to  capture  an  escapee.  Thousands  of  years  of  experience  made  quick  work  of  tracking  down  the  desperate  and  afraid.  The  fact  that  the  one  he  was  chasing  wasn't  technically  earth  grown  was  a  fun  little  twist,  though  he  wasn't  a  huge  fan  of  what  it  did  to  flora.  Fauna  was  his  brother's  problem,  not  that  it  was  much  better.  The  spiraling  was  an  interesting  touch,  was  it  just  instinctive  defense,  or  something  the  creature  controlled.

       It  hadn't  been  clear  in  the  pictures  he'd  been  provided,  and  he'd  yet  to  find  any  fractals  or  anything  else  non-terrestrial.  Until  he  finally  did,  looking  the  familiar  frame  knowing  what  was  inside  was  anything  but.  What  the  heel  was  it  doing  sitting  in  the  rain,  when  there  were  so  many  other  things  it  should  be  doing?  For  example  taking  shelter,  though  he  supposed  there  was  no  proof  that  it  could  get  sick.

"Any  kills  I  should  know  about?'

       For  his  notes  on  the  report,  casualties  that  the  others  could  feel  guilty  about  it.  Not  his  problem,  he  found  their  little  runaway,  and  he'd  bring  it  home.  Well,  to  the  lab,  eyeing  the  flowers  briefly  as  he  passed  them  before  pausing.  Hold  on  a  damned  minute...

"You  do  this,  or  is  this  because  you're  here.'

       Two  very  different  things.  Like  his  being  in  a  room  with  mortals  tended  to  start  brawls,  shouting  matches.  Or  the  way  the  Devil  could  coax  an  orgy  with  a  murmur  and  a  smirk.  Shifting  to  keep  the  man  ahead  of  him,  Cain  moved  closer  to  the  topiary.  Was  it  breathing,  or  was  that  a  breeze?  Awan  would  love  this,  he'd  never  seen  these  flowers  before,  might  have  to  prune  a  couple  to  take  home.

       First  he'd  need  to  contain  the  the  extraterrestrial  so  it  wouldn't  just  wander  off  while  he  picked  something  pretty.  It  was  almost  impossible  to  surprise  her  anymore,  and  he'd  left  on  a  rather  sour  note  he  would  need  to  do  more  than  throw  money  at  house  remodeling  to  apologize  for.

"Alright,  up.  Get  up.  Time  to  go.'

@stxincd's kane has been invited to tourney

@rcliicta sent a raven: ✦ 24 — "You infuriate me because you make me feel things I've never felt before!" - witcher angela to cain / abel

"So  we  should  stop?'

       Ignoring  the  soft  protest  from  his  brother,  Cain  finished  removing  the  armor  that  had  been  applying  much  needed  pressure  against  the  wound.  He  hadn't  even  noticed  it  until  he'd  gone  to  put  her  on  that  damned  horse  of  hers  and  she  noticed  the  puddle  that  had  been  steadily  growing  at  his  feet.  It  wasn't  as  if  it  were  the  first  time  either  of  them  had  been  injured,  it  came  with  the  territory,  but  she  always  took  it  so  personal. 

       Though  that  may  be  due  to  some  sort  of  misplaced  guilt  about  her  use  of  quickening  spell  from  the  staff  she  channeled  through.  Never  knew  a  sorceress  that  would  tolerate  such  a  visible  crutch  to  begin  with.  But  he  did  have  to  admit  that  he  enjoyed  it  a  little  too  much,  watching  Abel  roll  his  eyes  in  disgust  before  moving  towards  the  medicine  shelf  to  grab  fresh  bandages. 

“It's  an  improvement  then.'  He  caught  her  wrist  to  still  her  when  she  was  too  aggressive  with  wiping  at  the  wound.  ”It  used  to  just  be  our  'recklessness'  that  infuriated  you.  Abel's  unrelenting  pressure  for  intimacy,  and  my  own  aversion  to  it.'

       Was  that  a  tremble  to  her  fingertips?  Was  she  recalling  the  first  surrender  or  the  more  recent?  Or  it  could  be  that  his  fingers  were  cutting  off  circulation  and  she  wasn't  strong  enough  to  pull  herself  free.  Releasing  her  was  easy  enough,  reaching  for  the  bottle  of  spirits  near  his  hip.  But  she'd  lifted  her  eyes  to  his  and  had  yet  to  release  herself. 

"Keep  looking  at  me  like  that  and  I'll  make  you  feel  something  new.'

as a contract mercenary cain is ruthless and efficient, the man wants to get paid. does he have money in multiple banks? yes. does he have a ton of gold and silver stashes in places people have long forgotten? also yes.

but the reason he makes so much money is to keep up with the renovations his wife awan (@rcliicta) makes on their home in order to change it enough to allow him to go home. the curse that sets him wandering has its loopholes, as do most things, and while it took them a while to figure it out once they did he turned his intense drive to making the money needed for her to tear down walls, up floors, replace paintings.

he is bitter that abel, once the two were separated by Hades, is allowed to simply stay home if he wants while he gets restless to the point of self destruction until he leaves. it does also have the added benefit of buying the newest technology in order to call while he's in the middle of torturing for information, or be able to take her call while taking down a rival cartel, and listen to her gush about the things she's bought and can't wait for him to come home and see.

     Eyeing the yards upon yards of fabric, Cain shifted his attention to the small woman who was still rambling directions that he was taking note of. He was also taking note of the fact it was far more than she'd implied when asking for his help. If it weren't for the fact she'd done him the favour of making a tailored kevlar shirt that had passed inspection of several hoity toities that hadn't realized he'd been armored. 

‘Let me get this straight, you ordered all of this, and you didn’t need it until next season so it's in the way.' She's got a lot goin' on, Cain! Spring has to think ahead or things don't get done. ‘Why didn’t you just have them deliver it directly to storage?'

     But even as he's complaining, he's already reaching for the first box, fingertips gripping under the lip to lift with a grunt of surprise. Had to have metal in here somewhere, he could hear it jangling as he hefted it higher to get a better hold on it. 

She did save your life last month with that new wardrobe she asked you to try out.

     ‘I know, I know, shut up.’ A sigh, eyeing the pile. ‘Anything else after this?’

@rcliicta's spring's been called to tourney