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

[aeturnus]

[ 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?

Comments

[aeturnus]

You guys must have a lot of history.

[ He can respect that. While still getting magic lessons from Doom because hell if he's gonna stop now. ]

... unless you want to mess everything up and get hunted down, yeah. [ He's ignoring that look. There's more to it than you think, Tony. Waaay more to the pit that is his guilty conscience. ]

[amelioraate]

You could say that, yeah.

[ a few histories really. but as long as Doom doesn't try to take over everything again like he has been known to do, they can be... um, almost civil? yeah okay.]

Hunted down by what? p[ he will ignore that look in favour of being very curious about this idea of being hunted down. the first thing that comes to mind is a bunch of tiny grim reapers on beagles and maybe that is a sign he should take a nap.

maybe.]

[aeturnus]

Not so eager to share?

[ Still picking at it. Just a bit. He's capable of maturity and letting things pass but Tony kind of picked a bad wound to prod. ]

Enforcers. Spirits of the dead who had Deathsight in life. They work for the Reapers, who are the ones that let ghosts say a last goodbye and escort them to the afterlife, but can't kill humans.

[amelioraate]

[ that gets Jacob a look.]

No, more like I didn't think you wanted to hear the long and sordid history that we had, it might take a while to go over.

[ in a way, Tony understands; there are things that he doesn't like people picking at, but-- well he feels likes gets where he is coming from this time. ]

That... sounds creepy as hell actually. And like a strange ghost police force. Can you see them with your sight and all?

[aeturnus]

Do we really have anything so much as time here, Tony?

[ That much is the truth. Even if he's been shirking work to do more interesting things, he still find himself with idle hands sometimes and that's just weird. Not of his own choice, either, which is where he was at back home. But here? There's too much coolness going on to not want to get involved in some way. ]

That's exactly what it is. And yes. If I weren't... me, I'd have been one by now, too.

[amelioraate]

I think that you are the one with the answer to that question honestly.

[ teasing or not, Tony still looks like he is considering something. like he is putting together the pieces of a puzzle. which, in a way he is. but he doesn't say anything.

not yet.]

...does everyone become part of the ghost police force or just those that can see the clocks?

[aeturnus]

What, because I know what having time is like? There's plenty.

[ That consideration just gets a careful look in return. What now, Tony? ]

Just those with the Sight. No real use if they can't find the people they're tracking down.