i swear that i will make it real ; incomplete

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Who: Uchiha Itachi cannibar, Caim undeify
What: idk research times
Where: Library Archives
When: Backdated! Just after anima's disappearance.

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It was Caim's turn to have his expression twitch, teetering between discontent and amusement at the suggestion. In truth, Itachi didn't owe him anything, not from debts of misbehavior by others or lack of participation in duties that should not have had to be his own in the first place. Further yet, Caim knew that, even through the eyes of his darker and more spiteful personality, Caim had done nothing for Itachi to warrant any debts owed.

If one were to question it, actually, it may have been Caim who owed the other. There were many small things, after all, taken for granted in a situation such as this, but Caim took none of them as so. To have someone to talk to, even the vaguest of sentences with little to no meaning as a distraction. That, and a fresh set of eyes looking over things never hurt, either. While most of this information was familiar to Caim on some level, it was a type of familiarity that didn't promise to make things easier. Too much room for error, to skip over something important. At least Itachi would more likely be able to catch it.

There was just one problem.

"I'll ask the same of you, too, then," he replied, turning to look back amongst the sea of paper and leather bindings. Reading scribbled notes in long dead languages, even, and yet he was still having trouble making a connection.

Caim removed his glasses, setting them on the table and rubbed at his eyes to try and massage the feeling of sleep from them. "Especially since I don't even know what we're looking for."

An explanation, something to hint why these people were here, what the significance of so many strangers being brought to this city all with the capability to control live weapons and harness elements in a ruined world. He'd never suggest it, but it did leave questioning as to just how powerful they each individually could become if they tried hard enough.

As strong as a Magister? Stronger? Highly unlikely, but Caim was never one to accept the odds as a reason to not gamble. Here, too, the odds did not convince him into assumption. "As more and more individuals come, I can't help but wonder..." he trailed off, his attention drifting to a window not far.

Too many. And while those with intent to harm were not as abundant as the ones who meant none, he had noticed their ambition made up for their physical lack of bodies.

So Caim worried, instead.

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The feeling was mutual, in the sense that out of the company within the city that Itachi was unwillingly drawn into, Caim was the most favourable. Still, it was for Itachi’s own selfish reasons, Caim served as a reliable distraction from the other obligations that lingered at the back of Itachi’s mind (Sasuke: his younger brother who Itachi felt he needed to distance himself more from since the arrival of Madara.) -- and yet, just as much so, Caim was someone that Itachi could consider a respected acquaintance.

Every so often, his fingertips flip page to page, and he would take his time to read the fine print with a deep thoughtfulness. As unfamiliar as he was to this world, the resemblance to some of the beings and whatnot were intriguing, but like all the other text that he had read beforehand, it was useless. With several books he had passed through during their several-sentenced conversation, Itachi leaned back against the chair and let out a low sigh, eyes closed as he listened to Caim’s words. And still, the corner of his lips twitched with a dry half-hidden smirk, "As long as you keep your part, as well."

With the exhaustion settling in (How long had it been since Itachi had a proper night sleep? But compared to that, it was nothing compared to the sever pain he felt when he first arrived.) he listened to Caim with a well-paced patience, taking in the Magister’s words.

But it was when Caim had trailed off that Itachi re-opened his eyes, gazing at the other with the silence of the archives weighing heavily in the atmosphere. And it was then that Itachi straightened himself, giving the other a way glance.

"Even with their sudden appearance, there is usually a possibility that they will vanish unpredictably." His words, as much as they could have sounded like a comfort, was nothing but a simple observation. His voice oddly cold and firm, " -- Just as they appear." He paused, somewhat reluctant to talk, "However, I have observed that more than not, those that were brought here are either indifferent to their situation or showing malice towards it. It would not be surprising if those of the latter decided to take advantage of Nuadoria’s flaws." A good example was Madara and Anima.

And with another long stretch of silence that was broken by the creak of the chair from underneath him, Itachi stood from the desk with a sharp inhale and ran a hand through his hair, "But I do not wish to start discussions that will rotate." He made his way over to the door of the library, silently signalling him to follow, "As you said, we shouldn’t stress ourselves."

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Caim nodded. How long would it be now that Madara had pulled such a stunt that another would follow? It was a headache for the magisters, to say the least, and not one easily gotten rid of. Things would just have to be taken on as they came... wouldn't they? There really was no way to preempt such a thing.

Everything Itachi said, too, was important enough to listen to... unlike the company Caim was so normally used to. Dai hid his important speech in useless talk-- in lies--and Caim had found it quite difficult to maintain the patience for it like he could endure the silence. Perhaps that was yet another reason he didn't see it until it was far too late, that looking up to him and having been a friend was... well-

There was only a moment's pause as he watched the other get that much closer to the door when he finally stood before Caim abandoned his position to follow after.

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Despite Itachi being a self-proclaimed pacifist ( -- a notion that Itachi inwardly mocked, peace was not as easy as much as it was tossed around. ) the first plan to deal with Madara was to eliminate him, because along with lying, it was something he excelled in.

-- And still, even that may have been helpless along with useless. The layer underneath the city which Itachi had visited before was purgatory; a waiting line to regain your life and repeat your actions.

The moment Itachi had walked out the door, he turned around to face Caim. His voice flooded with mild exhaustion, and he let out a low soft subtle sound of tiredness that started to display along his features. A small exhale of breath, and he started to climb the stairs with slow languid movements, entering the small dining area, a place he was reluctant to enter ( Believing he was intruding. ) and with a nod, he signaled for Caim to enter before himself.

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Caim said nothing, only taking note of the tiredness displayed on Itachi's face, looking a small bit concerned but nothing more (it wasn't unusual for countless hours of "busy work" to put even the most diligent in a state of lethargy, particularly when mental stress pertaining to other matters constantly nabbed at the back of his mind.

The young magister didn't bother to force the concept of Itachi entering first in the dining hall, either too oblivious to see why the other wouldn't enter first or just too anxious to find something to eat to care for such a quarrel. Small talk, however, was never out of the question in terms of bothering Itachi with. It was silly, but Caim found himself with a select few individuals in the city acting more childish, being talkatively inquisitive, and even in a an overall sense just trying to gain their attention.

Gamma was one of them. Itachi was another.

"Is there anything in particular you want?" he asked, not originally having planned to ask, he realized, and instead having just intended to shove whatever he himself decided on into the other's mouth. Caim did have a bad habit of being a little selfish that way. At least, he was trying to fix it (but he knew how to cook and his argument was at least because of that he knew what was best for everyone to eat involved and surely Itachi ate ice cream. If he didn't? He'd learn to like it... how could one not like such a thing?

"What are the chances of something like this happening again, do you think?" Caim often wondered what the odds were to situations, on whether they were flukes to discard into the depths of his mind or valid concerns destined for repeat should they not being carefully assessed and watched out for in terms of returning.