voice, @widowmaker

[distort]

[ Good evening, Quarantine! Widowmaker's voice sounds calm and smoothly dispassionate as usual, and as French as ever, as she makes apparently a brief announcement: ]

If anyone plans to be in the area, there was a small breach of the outer fence near the zoo of the abandoned city. They are little things, nothing a few well placed headshots will not take care of — but quick. A few may have escaped my attentions.

[ She doesn't sound very pleased about that. Her night is definitely gonna be tracking down whatever monster she's referring that slipped in over the fence.

After a brief pause, she continues. ]

There is also the matter of Kane — Jacob Kane. A man with incredibly poor timing, it seems. He —

—is fine. Jacob’s… fine.

[ Don’t believe it. He sounds pained. There's another pause, longer this time, before Widowmaker's voice continues. ]

...Medical attention would be appreciated. I can send coordinates.

Really… really, I’ll be—

[ Whatever it is he'll be gets cut off as the broadcast ends. ]

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[aeturnus]

Which end?

[ That's all Cain intends to ask. Again, an eye for an eye. ]

[smokedout]

[Dodger's face turns.. completely red, redder than it had been when discussing his crush. This is past teenager-y Boy Feelings and more into actual, childlike shame.]

I- spent four years away from the man who raised me. My first boss. At the end of it I had a- I guess a mental breakdown. Set the flat on fire. Tried to kill my girlfriend. Afterward I just sort of... spent the next three years... uh.

[Uh.

It turns out he really wasn't ready to talk about that. Because the moment he starts thinking about it in concrete enough terms to speak, the memories start flashing in front of him, and he just... can't. Do that. The cigarette in his mouth drops to the ground, set on fire, and he starts scratching shakily at the wraps on his wrists. Scratching hard enough that he'd likely be tearing up flesh if there wasn't gauze protecting him. And he's just... staring at some point on the ground, shaking subtly and scratching and trying to get his thoughts out of those years.]

[aeturnus]

[ Cain doesn't grimace, doesn't do much more than step forward to grind the cigarette out on his way to take Dodger's hands and try to catch his gaze. He speaks firmly, almost commanding. Strong. ]

Dodger. Come back here. We're not talking about that anymore.

[smokedout]

[He's startled, almost as if he'd forgotten Cain was there in that split second of horrible, horrible memories. When Cain grabs him his skin turns glowing hot, for only a moment, but then he's back in the present and blinking away the thoughts. Okay. Yeah. He's here, he's not at the temple. He can handle himself.]

I... need a drink.

[That's all he's got to say, but... Cain is getting a grateful look. Looks like he lucked out in the friend department.]

[aeturnus]

[ The brief moment of heat doesn't shake him off. He's had worse (he's always had worse by now, and he looks forward to and dreads the day he'll find a new worst) and when it peters off immediately, Cain gives a breath of relief. His tension loosens and he nods. ]

With or without company?

[smokedout]

With. [He grimaces slightly.] Otherwise I might... not... hold back on myself.

[He may not consider himself a worthwhile person, but... he does know a few people who would be pretty upset if he wound out dead. Better to make sure someone's keeping an eye on him than cause Shigeru or Christian any grief.]

[aeturnus]

Yeah... All right. Come on.

[ There's a sigh but he shifts his hands to Dodger's shoulders to squeeze lightly before he lets them drop. ]

Got any place in mind? I don't know a lot of bars around here.

[smokedout]

Uhh... yeah. I know a pretty quiet place.

[And then they go there.]