07-22-2016, 09:39 AM
Cautiously, Cain relinquished his hold on his magic. He was loathe to do so, as it was always easier for him to maintain his grip on it than it was to start. He had to be genuinely frightened to touch it in the first place, but much less emotional to continue using it. Unfortunately, it was a constant struggle to use and hold, and the redhead simply didn’t have the endurance to keep it for long.
The saner stranger seemed to have things under control though. Cain’s eyes widened as he watched the man casually dispose of the monsters using an ability that felt dissimilar to those he’d used previously. Was it another element? No, it seemed like… a mixture of fire and earth? It would make sense, since lava could be considered a mixture of the two elements. Huh. Not only were there multiple flavors of magic, but you could combine them to get even more variations. Cain was learning more about his abilities in this one casual encounter than he had in months of experimentation.
“You are far from a settlement. Why are you down here?”
The redhead considered his response for a moment. Attitudes towards homelessness and squatting tended to range from indifference to scorn to outright hostility. Still, he didn’t have time to think of a convincing lie, so he’d have to hope that the truth wasn’t the wrong choice.
“I… ah, I live down here, I s’pose.”
Even after months of hitchhiking and drifting to get here, it still burned at his pride a bit to admit. “I just got into Moscow recently, and with the riots going on it didn’t seem safe for someone like me to be wandering around over ground.”
No need to mention the fact that even without the riots, it’s not like Cain had any money or marketable skills. “I’m still new to all this.”
He waved his hand like the gesture could summarize ‘magic, monsters, miracles, oh my!’ “And well… when I lose control people get hurt.”
For a moment, he thought back to his grandmother, before flushing and forcing the memory away. The stranger hadn’t exactly asked for his life story. “The name’s Cain, by the way,”
the redhead finished gruffly.
Cain glanced over towards the crazy guy. Part of him wanted to stay the hell out of his way, but that hadn’t exactly kept him from becoming a target the last time. The redhead coughed awkwardly. “You hunt a lot of monsters then?”
he asked the aggressive magician.
((Thought I'd give you something to work with Dane, haha))
Edited by Cain Belasis, Jul 22 2016, 09:41 AM.
The saner stranger seemed to have things under control though. Cain’s eyes widened as he watched the man casually dispose of the monsters using an ability that felt dissimilar to those he’d used previously. Was it another element? No, it seemed like… a mixture of fire and earth? It would make sense, since lava could be considered a mixture of the two elements. Huh. Not only were there multiple flavors of magic, but you could combine them to get even more variations. Cain was learning more about his abilities in this one casual encounter than he had in months of experimentation.
“You are far from a settlement. Why are you down here?”
The redhead considered his response for a moment. Attitudes towards homelessness and squatting tended to range from indifference to scorn to outright hostility. Still, he didn’t have time to think of a convincing lie, so he’d have to hope that the truth wasn’t the wrong choice.
“I… ah, I live down here, I s’pose.”
Even after months of hitchhiking and drifting to get here, it still burned at his pride a bit to admit. “I just got into Moscow recently, and with the riots going on it didn’t seem safe for someone like me to be wandering around over ground.”
No need to mention the fact that even without the riots, it’s not like Cain had any money or marketable skills. “I’m still new to all this.”
He waved his hand like the gesture could summarize ‘magic, monsters, miracles, oh my!’ “And well… when I lose control people get hurt.”
For a moment, he thought back to his grandmother, before flushing and forcing the memory away. The stranger hadn’t exactly asked for his life story. “The name’s Cain, by the way,”
the redhead finished gruffly.
Cain glanced over towards the crazy guy. Part of him wanted to stay the hell out of his way, but that hadn’t exactly kept him from becoming a target the last time. The redhead coughed awkwardly. “You hunt a lot of monsters then?”
he asked the aggressive magician.
((Thought I'd give you something to work with Dane, haha))
Edited by Cain Belasis, Jul 22 2016, 09:41 AM.