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[aeturnus]

who: Cain (Jacob Kane) [aeturnus] / You!
what: Catch-all for the rest of the month
where: Floor Six, out in the city, Gramarye
when: July 15th-31st
warnings: n/a, will edit as necessary. pls tell me what he'd see on your character, though!

Floor Six.
[ Cain's not one much to outright bug people in their home turf. Unfortunately for the people that live on the sixth floor of communal housing, it's also his home turf and so he's definitely made himself comfortable in the meanwhile. For quite some time now, he's had a table set up in the corner of the central room with various bits and bobs and inventions — more recently, they've begun to take more concentrated shapes such as a briefcase or something circular of the same size. There's a notebook laying on the disc and, for those who know technical jargon, it appears to be working out methodology for allowing the objects to go down and up in size without harming the structural integrity. It notes his own laptop as the first example which is probably why this isn't all typed down in the first place.

There's a small bear that accompanies Cain around the floor half the time, has been around since mid-June when he recovered from the Chalice's power, strange but perhaps not too strange for where they all are right now. It speaks in simple utterances but appears to enjoy all the floormates, especially if they feel like giving it food. Where is it the other half of the time??? Good question.

Aside from that, most days he cooks for himself and others if asked. His cooking skills are fantastic, definitely above bar even when he's just making something quick, and he never really minds sharing. Once a week, however, he seems to plan something more specific and even starts setting up the making of a cheesecake; when he puts that one in the freezer to set, he puts a note on saying it's off-limits. Weird!

Other than that he's probably got a lot of books around his bed and always seems to be doing... something even if it's quiet. Finding him truly at rest and unbusy is near to impossible. At least he still sleeps sometime, at the very reasonable hours of 4-9AM. ]

Out & About.
[ There's a lot of time spent out in the city. When he isn't working on his job, projects, magic lessons, physical training, or language lessons for friends, he's wandering. It's about 40/60 since not everything is done all at once or on the same days and he knows how to structure himself. There's still too much to see in the city and more often than not he wanders just to cement the buildings and businesses in his mind, keeping an eye out for anything new or places that may have shut down or changed due to people being relocated or going home.

There's some of that, but not as much as he'd hope or expect.

Still, he forges on and keeps an eye out. Things happen all the time and he'd rather not miss it. Or at least he'd rather be there in person because inevitably everything ends up on the internet. Sometimes he'll even have purpose, such as shopping for groceries or checking out various tech shops as if he can discern their secrets just from window-shopping. ]

Gramarye.
[ Cain's here once or twice a week for multiple reasons. Much as his world is about as magical as a brick (ghosts and Reapers aside), he's found an aptitude for it within himself and takes lessons from Victor von Doom and Lucretia. So, of course, he stops by and peruses their books where he can.

Most notably he's been helping Lucretia with her project to collate information on various worlds' magical influences and how casting works there, so sorry not sorry if you get stopped to answer a few questions or maybe they just need some clarification on a statement you already made? Or maybe he's just hogging the copier because Lucretia takes Many, Many Notes and he needs versions of them for himself too.

He's probably hogging the copier the most, tbh. ]

For Loki (616).
[ Although Cain's notably been avoiding showing up to Tony's lab directly, after sending that game-like testing application to Tony (okay, maybe it really is just a game pretending to be something useful), he stops by to see if it's helped on the progress of the actual things. Unannounced because it's more of a work location than a home location and he figures if Tony's general attitude and work ethic are to base anything off of, he's probably there, right? Right.

So he shows up, laptop-phone-ridiculous-thing in his pocket and a few things he's been working on in his bag. That it doesn't seem occupied at first glance is surprising, but he'll go ahead and enter anyway. Not like a security system is really going to do much more than alert people he's here. That's the whole point. ]

Hey... Tony?

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Comments

[aeturnus]

Nope!

[ He says it cheerily, obviously fake because ain't that just grand? He lets it drop moments later and shrugs, doesn't actually seem happy about it or anything... just used to it. Resigned. ]

Just knows me from when we met up recently.

[smokedout]

Oh.

[Yeah, that seriously blows. It'd make everything easier for him, if his brother forgot about him... but it sounds like that's not the case for Cain.]

Nevermind, then. I guess what I was thinking was.. stupid.

[aeturnus]

No... That's why it's complicated. I still love him more than anything, and he's... got instincts? We're fighting right now, but I don't really care.

[ It's just all a mess. ]

[smokedout]

[He's quiet for a very long while after that. Long enough to light a cigarette and have to ash it before he speaks.]

I guess you're... kinda on the other end of what's keeping me from going home, then. I'm uh... capitalizing on the time I've got away from my brother.

[aeturnus]

If that were the only issue, I wouldn't mind being here for a while. Neither of us are going anywhere.

[ He gives Dodger a bit of a smile, now sitting back in his chair after waiting for him to speak up. ]

There's nothing wrong with staying here, though. That's what it's for.

[smokedout]

I guess.

[The thought of people leaving still sits completely wrong with him, and he's sort of forgotten about the last few bites of his burger in favor of smoking to soothe himself down.]

Sorry for prying so much. It's none of my business.

[aeturnus]

[ Cain chuckles and stands, moves to the fridge. ]

Dodger, trust me. No one can make me do something I don't want to do. Don't worry about it.

[smokedout]

[Well.. he's got a point. Dodger sure hasn't been able to get him to do anything against his will.]

It's uh.. Jamie. Actually. Jamie Dodger. [He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly.] It's short for.. Jamison. Just in case you... y'know, wanted to know.

[aeturnus]

[ Cain looks over from where he's retrieved the cherry cheesecake and moves to set it on the counter. He considers that, nods. ]

I go by Cain with people who know me long enough. Do you mind being called Jamie?

[smokedout]

I don't mind. [He hesitates, having answered a little too quickly for his own taste.] Just not around other people. Got a reputation to hold up, and shit like that.

[There's another pause, as he considers the new alias... and after some thought he tips his head.]

You... mind if I keep calling you Jake?

[It just feels more... homey.]

[aeturnus]

That's fine, I get that.

[ And he does. Names, appearances, attitudes. It all means a lot. Just... sometimes the less rough ones mean things, too. ]

Jake is fine. Hey, then we'll both be Js.

[smokedout]

[Dodger grins at that, and nods readily. Maybe one of these days he'll get around to admitting that 'Jake' sounds a whole lot like 'James'... like Cain isn't replacing his absent father enough already.]

How long did that thing take to make, anyway?

[aeturnus]

[ Cain's in no rush here, even if he's got his own eventual goals. He'll take what he's been given so far, which seems like a lot comparing to how Dodger held himself when they first met, and be happy with that. ]

Not too long. The longest part is letting it set.

[smokedout]

Set? What does that, uh... mean?

[He's doing his best, okay... the only cooking he ever saw before Cain's was his adoptive mother heating up frozen dinners in the microwave. Hell, his own cooking attempts have been shit like sticking chicken strips into a toaster and praying.]

[aeturnus]

[ Dodger... do you not have YouTube where you're from? You poor soul. ]

Basically it means making sure it'll keep its shape. Something like this? Do it wrong and it'll slosh everywhere and fall apart first chance it gets.

[smokedout]

[He's said this before and he'll say it a thousand times - he does not know how to get information without shedding some blood in the process. Literally. No idea.]

Huh.

[He tips his head as he looks at it... it looks pretty firm as is, but he has no idea what it looked like before it baked.]

Think you could show me how to make it next time?

[aeturnus]

[ Most people just cut their fingers when trying to cook... ]

Sure. This is far from the most complicated recipe out there, wouldn't be too hard to learn.

[smokedout]

[And Dodger puts ceramic bowls on stovetops. At least he learns.]

What's your definition of 'complicated', exactly?

[aeturnus]

In recipes? Lots of ingredients and steps and pre-prep, probably. Promise I still know what's actually simple and what's not despite my vast and varied experiences.

[ That last part is said in a very grandiose manner, making fun of his own age here. Cain likes to think he's still pretty down to earth. ]

[smokedout]

Long as you don't underestimate me - I'm a quick learner.

[And there's a smirk as he gets an idea.]

Hey - if you wanna learn something from me, that might be... some way for me to pay you back for everything you do for me.

[aeturnus]

As long as you pick up what I'm putting down, I won't estimate any differently.

[ He cants his head to the side, considers. ]

Well, so far I know you like sleight of hand, games and motorcycles. Fire, but that's not something you can teach me, is it?

[smokedout]

Nah... I've helped other people use their own powers better, but like fuck am I going anywhere near your magic...

[He scratches his head with a hint of nerves.]

I play guitar, I know how to fight, I know some pretty fucked up interrogation methods... I know a good amount about guns, too. But you don't seem like the type that gets into fights much. And... uh... I can dance, too. Swing, and- lindy hop. But I'm- rusty.

[He's blushing pretty hard at the admission of dancing.]

[aeturnus]

Well, that's not the only type I'm learning, but I respect that. No worries.

[ That list of skills gets a smile while he cuts up and plates out some cheesecake and makes his way back to the table. ]

Can't play music for anything, unfortunately, but dancing... I don't actually do that much.

[smokedout]

[Is that what the non-swearing term of 'can't ____ for shit' is? Dodger has literally never heard it. It actually distracts him enough that there's a delay before he thanks him for the cheesecake.]

Gang I grew up in what all about bringing back the 50's, the people that raised me were all about the swing. It's... kinda embarrassing, all things considered. [He shrugs.] But, yeah... if you wanted to learn, it never hurts. Not much place for it in clubs and shit, though.

[aeturnus]

[ That pause only gets a small grin, somewhat confused but indulgent. What was it he said? ]

Well, I used to go dancing in the seventies but it wasn't anything particular. And hey, you never know when something old might be useful.