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cava) wrote in
savetheearth2013-08-27 08:48 pm
i gave it my best shot, what else could i do? no sign of life [closed]
Who: Cain and Calista Hashimoto
When: 8/26, early evening
Where: Probably Cain's apartment to start, from there who knows?
What: Calista has suspicions that Cain knows more than he's letting on, and her curiosity gets the better of her.
Warning: Hashimotos.
Cain was taking a night in to catch up on a coding job. He's placed some Chinese takeout on his desk, which he'd sort of absentmindedly pick at every few minutes instead of eating properly. Apart from his responses to that Bakura kid earlier, he hadn't spoken up on the network that day. He just hoped Calista hadn't seen it and put one-and-one together to make two.
If he told her the truth about the pulses--Echoes? which one was it, decide, Numbers Club--he'd been receiving, he wanted it to be on his own terms and not because he'd been found out.
Peu importe. He shakes his head, taking a long sip of his drink, cracking his fingers and staring down Notepad+ again. Python, his ancient nemesis...
Sure would be terrible if he was interrupted, wouldn't it?
Right?
Right???
When: 8/26, early evening
Where: Probably Cain's apartment to start, from there who knows?
What: Calista has suspicions that Cain knows more than he's letting on, and her curiosity gets the better of her.
Warning: Hashimotos.
Cain was taking a night in to catch up on a coding job. He's placed some Chinese takeout on his desk, which he'd sort of absentmindedly pick at every few minutes instead of eating properly. Apart from his responses to that Bakura kid earlier, he hadn't spoken up on the network that day. He just hoped Calista hadn't seen it and put one-and-one together to make two.
If he told her the truth about the pulses--Echoes? which one was it, decide, Numbers Club--he'd been receiving, he wanted it to be on his own terms and not because he'd been found out.
Peu importe. He shakes his head, taking a long sip of his drink, cracking his fingers and staring down Notepad+ again. Python, his ancient nemesis...
Sure would be terrible if he was interrupted, wouldn't it?
Right?
Right???

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The thoughts had been running through her mind for some time now. For a while, she had no intention of speaking to Cain about any of it. It was still her plan not to disclose to him the things she knows or 'may know' about what she's seeing, or even what she IS seeing. This visit served more as the confirmation that her thoughts were right or wrong.
Surely Python would be forgiving of a knock to the door. It wasn't like programing code was going to mess itself up in spite for divided attention.
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He took a moment to save his progress before pushing away from his desk, stepping out of his bedroom and heading to the door. Just going to peer through the peephole and oh god dammit.
Fine, Calista, have it your way. He opened the door, stepping aside. This had better be worth his time.
"To what do I owe the pleasure?"
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She walked in, not waiting for the answer to her first question with her arms crossed. She didn't walk in very far, turning once she was far enough so that she could watch him.
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"But where are my manners?" Cain smirked, settling into the usual repartee easily enough. "Bonsoir, ma petite soeur. Would you like anything?"
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"Enter."
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Cain moved to close the door, before heading into the living room. "Sit, s'il vous plait." He took a seat without waiting to see what Calista would do. "I suppose that there was no point in keeping it from you."
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"Keeping what exactly? These names that pop up in daydreams?"
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"Sounds like you know a lot more than I do," Her eyes moved up to him, eyeing him closely. It wasn't surprising since he has been here longer than she had been. Just how much more did he know, though?
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"I don't have many details, I'm afraid. A five-man special ops team and their code names, an AI bent on taking over the world... certain types of robots as well. I understand how they work, even if all logic says that they shouldn't!" He runs a hand through his hair, clearly somewhat agitated. This has been bothering him for days. "And someone - or something - that I called Majesté. Messiah."
"Perhaps more importantly, someone knows about who we were, Calista. Who we are becoming."
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"How is that even possible?" She asked, but she knew there wouldn't be a logical answer for it. With the way Cain looked from all of this, she was starting to see it was bothering him as well.
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Cain is quite bothered by this, yes. None of it made any sense before, never mind now. "He knows more than he's telling - that much was obvious when we spoke."
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"If need be, we can just get rid of them, can't we?" Of course she didn't mean actual killing. Shutting the man up woul suffice in her mind.
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"Who knows how difficult it might be to keep him quiet? I don't know him."