Seeing Double

[terranities]

Characters: Abel Nightroad, Cain Knightlord, and YOU!
Setting: Hallways around the tower
Format: Either, will copy what you do
Summary: Cain and Abel go in search of answers. Potentially violently.
Warnings: Bad language, possible violence (with permission, of course).
Notes: Both twins will reply to each commenter, so please wait for both

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[unexculpable]

[Where do you go if you need to find a state alchemist in a pinch? Well, your best bet would be the library and that just happens to be where Ed is when the twins make their way through. He has a small stack of books tucked under his right arm and is doing a terrible job of paying attention to his surroundings thanks to the open book in his left hand that he's skimming through as he waslks to a table.]

ed, abel, cain for tag order? <:

[terranicidal]

[Abel is thoroughly convinced that this is all an elaborate virtual simulation -- and that the first person he comes across in it is just an AI programmed by its creators. (post-apocalyptic world; please. this was just ridiculous AND unoriginal. it's almost insulting, really, to subject him to this kind of crap.)

thus, as he's passing by the door, he halts... spotting Ed engrossed in his obviously pre-programmed task. having the appearance of a kid doesn't stop the Commander (who doesn't look much older than eighteen himself) from heading in his direction with clear intent in his eyes.

...and it isn't exactly the intention to sit down and have a tea party. he looks tensed in that way that comes right before someone throws a punch at your face.]

Get up.

[and THAT was rather demanding, wasn't it? he doesn't have much in the way of manners at all. >:]

also sorry for any slow, notifs are being silly

[terranities]

[Cain might not have as much compassion for virtual simulated people as real ones, but he still wouldn't want them hurt if necessary. They were too life-like, and... it just felt wrong.

Following his brother hurriedly, he laid a hand on his shoulder to try and instil some restraint into him.]

Would you mind talking to us for a moment, please?

Yeah, same here.

[unexculpable]

[Ed doesn't have much in the way of manners either. He looks up from his book with a heavy frown and definitely does not look scared of you at all. ]

Tch. Why the hell should I?

Frank, WRYYY...

[terranicidal]

[Abel brushes his twin's hand off, heading straight for the SMALL FRY at the table... and reaching for the collar of his shirt to just about jerk him violently up.]

You rather we talk like this? It doesn't matter, either way, to me.

Cease the simulation, or I'll destroy every single worthless AI you programmed one by one. Do you think I have the patience for this? [he almost looks bored, but there's a genuine ire in his eyes, impatience edged with an unhinged anger. he doesn't like being played with. sorry, Ed, he totally thinks you're a programmed npc in a virtual reality simulation training program. sob.]

evil goat >:

[terranities]

[He would stop Abel if he actually went to hurt the boy, real or not he was still a kid, but until then it was a waste of energy trying to curb him.]

It would be to your benefit if this was ceased.

sob idk man idk

[unexculpable]

[Congrats! Ed is now out of the chair and dangling above the ground, but Abel might find his weight surprising. He's much heavier than someone his size and build would normally be and as Ed grabs the hand attached to his shirt Abel will definitely notice the difference between his right and left hand.]

What the hell are you talking about?! PUT ME DOWN, JACKASS!

1/2

[terranicidal]

[jack... ass? did this AI seriously just call him a--]

2/2

[terranicidal]

[--the observations about the weight of him and the... odd hand are lost in that moment as he gives the kid a shake and just about tosses him back into his chair.]

Do you think you're being-- cute?! What, did you program them to spout 'monster', too? I'll fucking have your heads for this!!

[terranities]

[Cain gives an almost apologetic smile to the AI, smoothly manoeuvring himself halfway between Ed and Abel.]

There's no need for any of us to lose our tempers; you must know it isn't wise to be so insulting, not if you want our co-operation in this mission.

[Haha. They both probably sound crazy to poor Ed.]

[unexculpable]

[Yep. They definitely sound crazy and Ed is in no mood to deal with this. Not that he'd ever be in the mood to deal with this. Being yanked out of his chair, shaken and thrown back down was not very high on his list of "things Ed enjoys and/or does not mind". In fact it was at the bottom of it. In the negatives.

As soon as Ed was back in that chair he jumped right out of it. He shoved it away forcefully, his fists clenching shut as the chair toppled over and slammed against the floor.]

No need to lose my temper? You're the ones who stormed in here started this shit and you're telling me I should just stay calm and let you walk all over me? Like hell I will. If it's a fight you want, you've got it. I don't know about any stupid mission and I have no idea what either of you are talking about.

[terranicidal]

[oh.

well.

the situation abruptly takes a darker turn as the A.I. (sob) displays it has the capacity for some backbone; Abel begins a little too calmly cracking his knuckles.]

Then you'll be the first one I kill til one of you start giving me answers.

[terranities]

[Cain calmly inserts himself between the two, voice firm and yet soothing for both.]

Answers won't come in the shape of fists.

[unexculpable]

Then I suggest one of you start talking and back off.

[he pulls a little at the collar around his neck] You're not the only ones who want answers.

[terranicidal]

Get out of the way, Cain. Are you really going to protect a program?

[it's ridiculous. he'd destroy them until ONE of them was given a helpful task to perform or some information they could use; this was bullshit.]

[terranities]

Program or not, violence is not the answer.

[He's sorry, Abel, he just can't condone it.]