07-28-2016, 01:38 PM
((I was assuming that in a fancy, rich city like Moscow there'd be charities or nonprofits where Cain could get some fresh clothes and a shower now and then, so he's certainly shabby but he's not putting off fumes or anything.))
Cain walked into the pub with the other two men. Better the devil he knew and all that, and as time went on he was becoming more convinced (or perhaps better at convincing himself) that Nox didn't mean him any harm, at least not yet. He'd been considering the proposal as they walked. So Dane thought that he should register himself, but that was after Nox already said that it was a death sentence. Well, he knew which opinion he was going to trust. The redhead strongly doubted that Dane would lose any sleep if Cain ended up dead from his advice. Once that the crazy bloke stopped seeming so scary (a phenomena that correlated directly with how aggressive he was at the moment) Cain could appreciate the man's honesty. No posh-sounding Londoner had ever cared about him; the magician was just more forthright about it than most.
As they sat at the table, the redhead was awkwardly aware of the covert (ish) glances in his direction. He didn't belong in a place like this, but he didn't care enough to let it bother him, other than a familiar burn of his pride. He couldn't afford the cheap pint that he ordered, but he assumed that the other men knew it as well. Judging by the fact that Dane changed his order to go, perhaps he was unwilling to get stiffed with the bill.
As he waited, Cain mused aloud. "I know it's foolish, but I don't want to leave the city. I worked so hard and sacrificed so much to get here... It just feels like do or die, I've got to try to make it here, or else I'm just going to be running and hiding for the rest of my life."
Cain walked into the pub with the other two men. Better the devil he knew and all that, and as time went on he was becoming more convinced (or perhaps better at convincing himself) that Nox didn't mean him any harm, at least not yet. He'd been considering the proposal as they walked. So Dane thought that he should register himself, but that was after Nox already said that it was a death sentence. Well, he knew which opinion he was going to trust. The redhead strongly doubted that Dane would lose any sleep if Cain ended up dead from his advice. Once that the crazy bloke stopped seeming so scary (a phenomena that correlated directly with how aggressive he was at the moment) Cain could appreciate the man's honesty. No posh-sounding Londoner had ever cared about him; the magician was just more forthright about it than most.
As they sat at the table, the redhead was awkwardly aware of the covert (ish) glances in his direction. He didn't belong in a place like this, but he didn't care enough to let it bother him, other than a familiar burn of his pride. He couldn't afford the cheap pint that he ordered, but he assumed that the other men knew it as well. Judging by the fact that Dane changed his order to go, perhaps he was unwilling to get stiffed with the bill.
As he waited, Cain mused aloud. "I know it's foolish, but I don't want to leave the city. I worked so hard and sacrificed so much to get here... It just feels like do or die, I've got to try to make it here, or else I'm just going to be running and hiding for the rest of my life."