008 I am you and you are me

[kinships]

[A: Open to All; wandering around Bombfield.]

[Cain had tried desperately to keep his eyes open, the endurance of a clone and the fearful adrenaline from the situation helping with that. But at the end of the day, he was still only a ten year old child and he couldn't stay awake for days on end. Eventually, as morning crept over for the third day

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[kinships]

...Abel?

[He's still groggy, waking up, confused at where they are.]

[custodismundi]

[he had moved as quietly as he could, come morning -- the silence of the shelter broken only by the soft shuffling of the priest as he'd so... so carefully plucked his baby brother from where he'd been lovingly laid out upon one of the bunks below ground. Cain was cradled close in the crook of his arm, even if it was an awkward climb up the ladder this way-- but the boy was still near weightless to him, soft head of hair lolled onto his shoulder

[kinships]

[Why were they above ground?

There was enough food and water to last them for a while yet, and so it was a stupid risk to leave the safety of the bunker and wander around the ruined town. America had told them that there were cannibals, not to mention the air was probably toxic, so...

And even if Abel wanted to help, there was no way he would take Cain with him. He knows how protective his brother is over his well-being, and there are only two reasons he would take him out into danger.

Either he was severely ill, or Abel was, and they needed help.]

What's wrong? Why are we out here?

[custodismundi]

Just... relax, okay? Try to go back to sleep if you can.

[he shifts his hold on him slightly, but his attention has already returned front and forward where he's stubbornly moving because the alternative is unacceptable.]

It's-- gonna be okay.

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[timeresets]

Clark Kent...? U-Um, I'm sorry, I don't know anyone by that name... w-what does he look like?

1/2 -- Abel will answer with 2/2 :D

[kinships]

[He is still not sure if he's more angry or devastated at what he thinks is happening, still not even sure if he believes it.

He doesn't want to go to Clark like this, he won't be handed off as though his place were anywhere but by Abel's side, and so he butts into the conversation.]

...what are you doing above ground? It's dangerous.

2/2! /squishes homura's cheeks

[custodismundi]

--He's very tall! Um, around my height? [just motoring right long. ignore the boy HE'S VERY ILL-MANNERED.]

He's very manly and muscular! [flexing the arm not occupied with holding his brother, before giving a weak little go at a chuckle. toss him a bone; he's trying here...!!]

Do you... think you might've seen him?

kyaaaaa

[timeresets]

S-Sorry, I'm looking for a friend of mine, too. Um... I-I don't remember coming across anyone like Kent-san, though, I-I'm sorry... if I see him, I'll l-let you know...?

[kryptonsson]

[Everybody's dying. Everybody's falling around Clark and he can't stop it. Nobody can.

He's left Tim to rest on the reminders of a bed he's found. He's just walking around, looking for any survivors he might find. there must be somebody- he refuses to believe he's been left alone yet again. So Abel and Cain cannot possibly imagine the relief it means for him to find them.]

Guys...

[custodismundi]

[ahh... he isn't the only one intensely relieved... Abel's arms nearly go lax as it hits him with suddenness at the fruition of his search, but he's stubbornly holding onto that little boy for all he's worth. it's-- he's reached Clark Kent. Kent is alive; he's safe, and that's... all that matters.

maybe he had failed, but he hadn't lost everything. Cain was strong, and... Clark was a good man, so--]

Clark! ...are you-- alright? [he has to make sure he's... that he can take him, keep him safe. he would, right? he... he definitely would.]

2/2 sorry it took me so long guys ):

[kinships]

[No.

No no no no NO!

If they had found Clark, that meant that Abel was actually going to... He was going to hand him off and leave him behind. He was going to--

His fingers tighten like steel in Abel's clothes, all pretences of maturity gone as he buries his head in his brother's chest, half fiercely and half pleadingly.]

sorry it took me *longer* lol

[kryptonsson]

I am-

[Not alright. Not by one bit and he wishes this was just a nightmare and he'd wake up and laugh at himself and tell Lois the next morning and she'd laugh at him too.

And everything would be over. But that's not what Abel is asking.]

-fine. Are you alright, guys? [He glances at Cain... so unlike him to hide, or to not even say anything to him.]

A; Placeholder, will be tagging back in a little while after work

[devilwithananny]

[Hey there. Have just another blonde haired teen year old looking at you at the moment as you come and talk with him. He doesn't recognize Cain yet, since he's only spoken to him over the phone, and simply shakes his head.

Lucifer is tired. And it's an odd feeling...to be tired. He had never felt it before. And he already knows he despises it.]

I'm afraid that name is not known to me. What does he look like?

Woo no hurry! <3 Also 1/2

[kinships]

[Cain recognises that voice, it was the one he had argued with the day after the broadcast. The one who had dared the worst to happen and hadn't cared how many lives he risked in the process.]

Louis Cypher?

2/2 take your time! <:

[custodismundi]

[--err. they know one another...?

mm; there's time for that later. he scratches at his cheek, frowning a bit as he thinks through the fog.]

Ah... um-- Mr. Kent is tall. Dark hair and blue eyes, and... handsome? Like... you know those models in clothing magazines that you see playing football and rough-housing while all smiling and laughing, and you're like, 'I bet he would be really awesome to hang out with, but I'd probably feel really skinny and pale next to him, but he'd politely never bring it up cause he's such a nice guy'?

[...]

Like that.

[devilwithananny]

[Ah. Now he recognizes you, and nods in your direction, Cain.]

That is correct. And you are Cain Knightlord, correct?

[Lucifer listens to Abel's description, and simply nods. Yes, he does know what you mean, Abel.]

I understand. Unfortunately, I have not seen anyone like that around. I haven't seen much of anyone, it would appear.

[There should be more of you humans, even after this. He had bet on it. Why have you let him down so badly?]

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[fireandiceland]

[Iceland was never the healthiest--in fact, he's quite prone to getting sick and staying that way. Radiation poisoning, although he's not quite aware enough of the symptoms to recognize it for what it is, hits him hard.

He's digging through the rubble of Norway's house, looking at least partway asleep, looking for him. As such, he doesn't quite hear the question the first time, through his pounding headache.]

Looking for who?

1/2

[kinships]

[He recognises the symptoms now, as he's on the lookout for them after Abel. But... as much as he had fought to be Iceland's friend, the nation wasn't so much of a blip of Cain's radar compared to his brother.

Friendly as long as Abel was doing alright, he was inherently selfish and obsessed with his 'twin', and right now that's all that matters.

He doesn't even look up, still shaking his head in half denial.]

2/2 <:

[custodismundi]

[aha. Abel would put his brother down and assist in picking through the rubble at another time, but... he was running against the clock. there's a look of apology in his eyes beyond the quiet strain -- he's sorry, Iceland. he prays you're not looking for a body and just sifting for supplies.]

A-ah, that's-- Clark Kent? He's about... [points to himself] --around my height, I think? Maybe a little shorter, but his manly stature makes him seem taller. You know, statuesque? And very manly! Did I say manly yet?

Um, he's got... [frown... squint....... uhhh.] He's, ah. Got... blue eyes, right Cain?

Re: 2/2 <:

[fireandiceland]

[If anything, Iceland is vaguely jealous of them for being together in spite of the situation. But it's entirely irrational and Iceland just doesn't have the energy for anything but exhausted apathy right now.]

I don't think so.

[He returns to moving rubble.]

I haven't seen many people at all.