07-26-2016, 05:54 PM
((So I ended up not taking my computer to Scotland with me. Updates for the next few days will be short and ugly as they're typed on my phone.))
Cain did his best to ignore the creepy humming coming from Dane. The man was already unnerving enough without the addition of his (admittedly objectively nice) musical talents. It was beyond strange to see a man go from gleeful murder to carefree song in less than an hour. The redhead was grateful when Nox broke the silence.
"I've been able to use magic for a few months now." Cain noticed that his companion had some sort of high tech map of the tunnels. Now that would be useful. "The first time I noticed was... well, explosive." He chuckled darkly at his morbid pun. "I got the Sickness back home in England. A few days later this woman came for me, said she was with some organization dedicated to killing people like me, that one of us was supposed to destroy the world or some shite."
He trailed off for a moment, remembering how scared of dying he'd been. "I was still weak physically, and desperate. Next thing I knew, I'd blown up my bedroom. That one bloke, the terrorist, was on the news saying he could teach people about magic. Reckoned that Moscow was the only place I'd learn what I was, you know? I left home right away, got in town about a week ago. A few hours ago I didn't even know I could do more than make fire."
Cain could finally recognize signs of humanity. From here he could probably make his way to the little dead end tunnel he'd been calling home. He decided not to mention that though. It was always good to keep a few secrets, and besides, Nox seemed to have it all in hand. "How about you? Been doing magic for long?"
Cain did his best to ignore the creepy humming coming from Dane. The man was already unnerving enough without the addition of his (admittedly objectively nice) musical talents. It was beyond strange to see a man go from gleeful murder to carefree song in less than an hour. The redhead was grateful when Nox broke the silence.
"I've been able to use magic for a few months now." Cain noticed that his companion had some sort of high tech map of the tunnels. Now that would be useful. "The first time I noticed was... well, explosive." He chuckled darkly at his morbid pun. "I got the Sickness back home in England. A few days later this woman came for me, said she was with some organization dedicated to killing people like me, that one of us was supposed to destroy the world or some shite."
He trailed off for a moment, remembering how scared of dying he'd been. "I was still weak physically, and desperate. Next thing I knew, I'd blown up my bedroom. That one bloke, the terrorist, was on the news saying he could teach people about magic. Reckoned that Moscow was the only place I'd learn what I was, you know? I left home right away, got in town about a week ago. A few hours ago I didn't even know I could do more than make fire."
Cain could finally recognize signs of humanity. From here he could probably make his way to the little dead end tunnel he'd been calling home. He decided not to mention that though. It was always good to keep a few secrets, and besides, Nox seemed to have it all in hand. "How about you? Been doing magic for long?"