riverview | video, un: j.k. [post-butterfly effect]

[ On the screen is one Cain, also known as Romulus, commonly known in the city as Jacob Kane. He looks normal. Normal as he's ever looked, really, but the confidence that he lacked during the recent event is back in full force and he's very nonchalant about it all. He's at a flimsy-ish table with a laptop off to the side where the camera is obviously his propped up phone instead. ]

Hey! Long-time no talk, Riverview Quarantine. Just a few things. If you met me over the last week and a half or so, that was... technically me but not. You know that thing that was going on? Yeah, that. Don't worry about it. Forget about all that.

Quick catch-up for those who have (or haven't!) met me, I go by Jacob Kane nowadays. [ Not Romulus. Nope. This total 180 is completely normal considering he hardly looks any older or different at all. ] My job while I'm here is designing phone apps. I've been here for about two months now and I think this is my first actual post on the network. Anything interesting happen while I wasn't looking?

to Doom;
Still good for lessons?

to Shai;
Thank you. For everything you did.

to Natsume;
Seen anything like our colorful friend lately?

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I'd rather go on record to say we forget that shit ever happened.

After I say thanks for the save, that's fine with me.

[Right, the 'save'. AKA, playing hero. He didn't regret it, but--]

Something tells me you wouldn't have come back from having been digested.

[Haha.]

At that point? No.

[ Now, though... well. ]

So, appreciate it. You're all back to status quo, then?

Lucky for you I was such a good guy, then.

[Can't say he would have enjoyed watching Kane die when he was less than at his 'best'.]

And I'm back to normal. For better or for worse.

...

I've got a shitload of groceries I don't need. You should come and take them.

What, seriously? [ Score! ]

I'll do that. Where do I find you?

Eighth floor. It's communal, just ignore everyone else. I'm on the balcony.

[He never leaves the balcony.]

[ How edgy. Cain's definitely going to be up to collect those groceries, though. Who says no to a free meal? ]

[By the time the other makes it up to floor eight, Reaper's already in the kitchen, throwing out all the fresh vegetables and meat he'd painstakingly gotten during his trip with Iris. She'd be so irritated if she could see this.]

...

You were quick to agree. [Starving, much?]

[ It's not hard to spot Reaper, and Cain'll even move to bag things up with the backpack he brought to help it go quicker. What? He's not going to make more than one trip if he can help it. ]

I like to defy conventional wisdom. No such thing as a free meal, ha.

Yeah, well. Lucky you, you actually get a free meal for once.

Hate letting shit go to waste. And I'm not letting the vultures who live here eat food I paid for.

[because, despite everything, he's still a petty bitch towards the Overwatch members here.]

Right? First time it's ever happened in my whole life.

[ Cain pls. Behave. ]

What kind of vultures?

[ That could be literal here, but he's going to at least assume metaphorical for now... ]

Cowboy and Ninja-shaped.

[You fucking wish this was a joke--but as Jacob would already now know, Reaper's honestly not at all the joking type--at least not when he's dead and crabby as he currently is.]

Don't want the weird strangers who share this place eating it, either.

[He might not mind so much if Wikus eats anything, but...]

Is there another one besides the cyborg?

[ Yeah, he's taking it at face value as ridiculous as it all seems. Maybe it's a future thing? Who is he to judge??? ]

Well, I'm glad you either don't consider me too weird or too much of a stranger. One of those.

Yeah. The cyborg's brother. He's more likely to put an arrow in your eye than the cyborg is, so watch yourself.

[At least someone can take this sort of talk with a dose of salt. Most others would pile him with questions like are you making this shit up.]

You're weird.

[Don't get too full of yourself there.]

But you're tolerable. That's the difference between you and most people I've met here.

Great. Eye injuries are always fun.

[ Ha... At least Cain gets to make stupid immortal humor with someone. He knows it's not quite the same situation between them, but how often would they get to joke otherwise? ]

Well, the tolerability is practice. I'd get nowhere in life if I didn't tone myself to the people I'm talking to.

Nothing like seeing what's coming to kill you moments before going blind.

[He raises an arm, waving a hand at the other again.]

Can't do it. Don't play nice with people who got no interest in keeping their noses and jeering questions to themselves.

[Because as much as he HAS shared with Cain--it was all exchange. Cause and effect, followed by mutual sharing of information. Others just asked him damn irritating questions and made comments about how he looked or acted. it was irritating to say least.]

Better than a knife in the back, if you ask me.

[ That statement just gets a laugh and Cain shakes his head. ]

It's not for everyone, but it keeps things easy for me. Most people don't give you reason to get up in arms if you're mild with them. [ He cants his head to the side briefly. ] Probably depends on where you're coming from, too.

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