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Who: Cain (

baguablade) & you!
What: event catch-all - investigating, hunting down bad guys, making (bad) medicinal soup, whatever
When: post attack
Where: Olympia
Warning(s): none

( a : no hunting like the hunting of man )

[ The group gathered in the market is strangely subdued, even for the wariness that's fallen over the place after the attack. There's something going around, glazed-over eyes and jerky movements, oddly shuffling feet as the group makes its way through the district. Some of the men and women bump into things and seem not to notice; others are laughing and chatting far too loudly, stilted — an obvious act.

At the center of the group is a man, bright-eyed and alert, the only one looking anything resembling normal. His sleeves are pulled down, but as he turns, one rides up, revealing a large "M" on his wrist.

One of the Shady Man's associates — and while the group hasn't noticed yet, sharp-eyed individuals might pick out Cain following along behind the group, taking a meandering path through the market as he trails their steps. He seems relaxed and at ease, but his gaze is sharp, watching the man, and his hand never strays far from the hilt of his sword.

Whether you're just passing by, doing your own shopping, or whether you're hunting the tattooed man, too, straying too close to the group has Cain abruptly stepping up behind you, grabbing your arm, and pulling you back into the shadows of an alley. ]

Hey. [ Low, hissed with urgency. ] Don't get near them, or you'll get caught, too.

( b : painted full of tongues )

[ It's not exactly the nicest of bars in town, paint peeling, tables uneven, the lighting dim and flickering, suspicious stains on the floor. But it is exactly the sort of bar that men who've recently helped set off a virus-laden bomb in the center of the city might frequent, an establishment where the drink is cheap, the customers are unfriendly, and no one asks too many questions.

Cain, of course, has come here to ask far too many questions.

He's nursing a drink (untouched, he keeps pouring a little bit of it out when it seems like no one's watching) and listening to the very interesting conversation going on nearby — the conversation between two women with "M" tattoos on their wrists.

Meet his eyes, catch onto what he's doing — if you approach him, he'll smile at you like an old friend. ]

There you are. What do you want to drink?

( c : toil and trouble )

[ The soup Cain's cooking can't exactly be called soup when it's neon-blue and roiling, letting off faintly pinkish steam. With the large cast-iron stewpot he's making it in, it looks more like a witch's brew in a cauldron than soup. Also it somehow smells like both fresh laundry and wet dog. Mysterious, but hopefully something to help with the equally mysterious illness going around after the market attack — the large chunk of also mysterious sea creature tooth that he's ground a bit of and used as seasoning might help, considering its medicinal properties. Or it might not, but either way, Cain stripped down to pants, undershirt, and under-gauntlets and wielding a wooden stirring spoon over the cheerfully bubbling not-soup is certainly a sight.

And hard to ignore, since he's cooking it in the kitchen of his apartment with the windows thrown wide open. Anyone passing by could easily catch sight of the cloud of pink vapors, catch a whiff of the (very strong) smell, or even hear Cain talking to himself. ]

It's probably not enough to reanimate the dead...

[ You might even pass by just in time to hear the loud roar of something combusting. Cain's startled yelp and the gooey blue soup going everywhere is pretty hard to miss. ]

( d : wildcard )

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Well, I live for this!! [ His grin is massive. He really does indeed love this sort of thing. Even more because the people seem to be waking up. ]

I think we need to gag and blindfold him. I can carry him. I wish we could question him, but I don't know how much power he'll still have once he comes to. It's probably safer and smarter to turn him in.

[ Reinhardt will be more than happy to pick the man up and carry him like a sack of feathers. But he'll let Cain have the reward if there is one. He's only in this to do the right thing and maybe clear his friends. ]

Turn him in and warn them what he can do.

[ Cain nods in agreement. He's busying himself with finding a sheet in one of the stalls and ripping it into strips with practiced ease. Kind of like he's done this sort of thing before...? Soon enough he has the man blindfolded, gagged, and with his arms and legs bound securely. Just to be safe, even if the man is well and truly knocked out, and if Reinhardt seems quite capable of keeping the man under control. ]

I owe you some thanks, you know. [ As he straightens up from tying the man's ankles. ] I couldn't have gotten him nearly as neatly without you.

[ He'll carefully put the mattress back while Cain does the tying. The man looks pretty secure. Secure enough that Reinhardt can come back and just heft the man over one shoulder like he's a sack of feathers. ]

You're very welcome. But I should be thanking you too. That was some smart thinking. I'm not equipped to handle this magic stuff. It's nice to work with someone who knows it better than me.

[ That said, he's going to head back to the guard garrison. ]

[ You know, it's really very convenient to have someone around who can just carry people over one shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Cain would have to go to far more effort to carry the guy, but Reinhardt doesn't look like he's even breaking a sweat. Good job, buddy! ]

It's kind of what I do. Did. [ A rueful correction as he trots along at Reinhardt's side. ] Back home, I mean. You know, I worked with someone named Reinhardt there, too.

[ Reinhardt, Reinhardtzar, close enough. ]

[ Definitely not breaking a sweat. He could carry Cain too if he really wanted to. But he doesn't. Instead, he's just happy to get their captive to the authorities. Anything to further his point that his friends are innocent. He just hopes it works.

He can't help but laugh though at that.]

Really? Was he a knight too then? I hope he doesn't mind if I work with you again some time. I haven't been in a team in a very long time and it was fun.

[ Fun and very useful. ]

He was a king, actually. [ Cain's voice dips into fondness without his meaning it to. ] A bandit king, but he joined up with my unit after I brought him in.

[ It seems like a distant memory after everything that's happened on this new world, their fight, Cain pleading for Reinhardtzar's life, his relief when he was allowed to take Reinhardtzar into his service as penance for his crimes against the kingdom. ]

And I doubt Reinhardtzar would mind. It's not as though he's awake to, anyway. [ He laughs, soft and wry, thinking of Reinhardtzar up on Thesa Station, peacefully sleeping in stasis. ] I doubt anyone could begrudge new allies in a time like this.

[ While Reinhardt isn't too happy about almost sharing a name with a bandit, clearly this man had good memories of it. He keeps his opinions of that way of life to himself. Clearly Cain had brought him in so clearly Reinhardtzar had turned over a new leaf. ]

I think you're right there. We need all the allies we can get. So if ever you need me, all you need do is call. Maybe I'll even have my armor with me and we can save the local bedding.

[ He laughs until they finally make it to the guard to deposit their capture. ]

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