riverview | text, un: anonymouse

Entry tags:

text, un: anonymouse

so hey i'm Asking For A Friend ;) but how many other immortals are here in the quarantine? any?

also! important question!! what did everyone get told when they got here? what questions did you ask? i wanna know what we're working with! Let's Work Together!

p.s., if you want to answer the first question without a name there are burner phones available at [ small list of locations ] to make unattached accounts. i'm just looking for at least numbers! names would be radical too of course!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

I wouldn't personally, but that's me. I like living.

I guess that's selfish.

why? just use what time you've got, there's nothing wrong with that!

What about your friend? How is he using his time?

I figure it must get boring after a while.

you do what you can and life goes on no matter what so

kind of just

waiting for things to happen right now i guess? he's on a vacation from being proactive

Does your friend want to get some coffee sometime?

would this be your treat?

Sure. Trade for a good story.

he can do that! you got a cafe in mind?

There's one near a bakery. Does your friend like desserts?

who doesn't? he can meet you there

Well, just let him know I'll be the guy standing outside probably looking silly. Um, ten, twenty minutes?

he'll see you then!

maybe!

[ Gotta add a little bit of mystery to it. ]

[ Maybe is about as much commitment as Christian is used to. He's too used to the schedule of spirits, which tend to be whatever they feel like at the time. He does show up at the cafe hoping that his new acquaintance really shows. He ends up loitering in a loose shirt and worn jeans, looking slightly lost but otherwise blending into the scenery of shoppers and walkers enjoying the sun. ]

Yeah, I know I don't actually know what they look like. When has that ever stopped me?

[ Talking to himself probably doesn't make the best first impression, but Christian assumes that it is also too late to worry about that. ]

[ Because Cain is bored and also polite, he shows up right around twenty minutes. Partially since he hadn't heart of the place before, and also because it was the later end of the expected spectrum. Either way, it's easy enough to spot the guy talking to himself and easier still to pick out what he's saying by lip-reading. Context clues give him the rest.

So he'll just help the guy out and approach, hand raised in greeting. ]

You know now. Hi.

[ Distracted by his conversation with his own shadow, Christian jumps when he's approached. The new voice directed at him comes out of nowhere because he wasn't paying enough attention, and Cain is treated to the man looking like a deer in headlights, freezing before he catches up to what was said. ]

Oh, it's- hi. Yeah. I didn't really know who to look for.

[ He raises his hand to wave, then realizes the gesture is late and lowers it again with a stutter of hesitation as he bites his bottom lip. ]

So, I hear you like coffee and sugar. I don't know what I was expecting. Probably someone bigger.

[ Cain just looks amused by the greeting rather than put off or confused. He holds his hand out to shake and introduce himself since keeping to anonymity over the internet doesn't help much with those. ]

I get that a lot. Five-ten isn't the best height but at least I'm short. Hi, Jacob Kane. Or Cain, if you prefer.

[ He doesn't move or flinch, but there's something along with him. Something supernatural, doesn't belong to this world and doesn't seem out of place in his own shadow. Strange. ]

It's not a bad height.

[ Christian answers with a cheerful smile, being slightly shorter than Cain and a little relieved that the man isn't a hulking brute like he might have been. Text messages are mysterious and he could have done much worse by agreeing to meet a stranger. Then again, it isn't the first time he's met with someone he couldn't see. Of course the ease is cut short when Christian feels a cold shiver run up his spine as the demon with him shifts slightly, drawing away from Cain. ]

Uh. Cain, huh? That's an interesting name. You- [ He starts to say something, then stops. ] You know what? I could use a drink. Would you like one?

Guess it is. Chose it myself and everything.

[ So no, he's not that Cain if Christian even knows the reference. Still, probably something kinda messed up about the guy who would choose to go by that for however long he has. Then again, who's not messed up these days? Secrets are the new black. ]

Since that was the offer that lured me out in the first place, why not. Let's get a drink.

I like it.

[ He's not unfamiliar with choosing names. Spirits get all sorts of titles from humans because they don't have names. "The Wailing Child" or "Black Shuck" or "The Red Stone Horse" were names to spirits, and it isn't so much of a step for him to believe a human might take a new name. The psychics sometimes had titles. Why not? The real question he has about that is left unvoiced. ]

Okay, Cain, let's get a drink. I hear they have good cakes too.

[ Well, the question most people ask is tied into his real identity... or what he considers to be a defining trait of it as far as the population is concerned. Not really a thing to bring up in delicate conversation unless he's ready to not care about the person at all.

At that, Cain grins. ] Haven't had a good cake in a while. Sweetening the pot hoping for a better tale?

I thought I was being friendly. That's what people do, right?

[ He really wants to ask if there's an Abel, but that's a little too personal if he's honest with himself. It's instinct to ask and Christian's curiosity generally ends up with other people hurt, so he holds back for the moment. He invited Cain out for a nice conversation, not to dig into his personal life. ]

And who doesn't like a good cake?

Offer to buy them sweets? Sure.

[ Cain isn't above agreeing in order to get cakes. Not at all. Questions like those would get answered, if not in their entirety, but Cain knows he's probably more candid about his life than anyone would reasonably expect — there aren't so many things he'd hold onto for just himself when the people around him won't last all that long and the knowledge is lost again anyway. ]

Uh... people who are allergic, and I think that's about it. You got a favorite kind?

Well, everyone eats. It's an easy way to relate?

[ Christian realizes how awkward he sounds, giving Cain an embarrassed smile and ducking his head with a shrug. When you deal with demons most of the time and hear all about how they are going to eat you, it becomes routine to assume people think about food first. But humans are demons. ]

Chocolate. I guess it's simple, but I like a good chocolate cake. They're also easy to find, so that's an advantage. Do you like chocolate? You know, in case I need to bribe you.

Yeah, you're not wrong there. And if conversation goes sideways, you can just focus on the food.

[ Cain rolls with it. It's far from the worst encounter he's had with the socially-awkward. This one even seems aware of it! ]

Mint chocolate, maybe. Ooh, and red velvet. Love that one. [ He grins. ] Regular chocolate's good, too.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

text, un: anonymouse

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

what a lovely forgotten word I just noticed in my last tag, whoops

lol me all the time

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject