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Flash.
Bang.
Two things are wrong with this picture:
One, Chainsaw is standing beside a massive crater full of dirty water and dead squid.
Two, there's a sun in the sky and not a cliff in sight.
Three, those aren't even squid.
That was more than two things, wasn't it.
Bang.
Two things are wrong with this picture:
One, Chainsaw is standing beside a massive crater full of dirty water and dead squid.
Two, there's a sun in the sky and not a cliff in sight.
Three, those aren't even squid.
That was more than two things, wasn't it.
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"Where does it fucking look like?!"
All of his attempts to resist the compulsion come up null. He can hope Chainsaw isn't as malevolent as he could be, but it's a slim fucking hope.
Or he could hope Abel has something up his sleeve.
...Abel...?
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Goddamn livelings just aren't worth the trouble.
(He forgets his coat.)
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He catches Cain's collar and grips it tight.
Goddamnit, Cain, if you know what's good for you, you better stop.
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"...Okay, the fuck was that?"
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"I..." He starts, blinking. "I don't really know."
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"Fine."
He lets go, in a way that somehow suggests he was never holding on in the first place.
"Where are we? No, let me guess, you don't fucking know that either."
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"You don't have to be so--fuck---nasty." Sigh. "S'not m' fault."
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"This is nasty? Oh, Abel. You don't know what nasty is."
Cain picks up a rock and chucks it angrily at the lake. It falls short by about two feet.
Grumpily: "But I bet that bastard was giving you a decent lesson."
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As if Abel's day could not get any worse. If he'd known he was doomed to stay with Cain and his emotional intelligence of a three-year old, he wouldn't have kicked that Chainsaw guy.
In fact, he should've just let Cain drown.
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He gives the lake one last glare, then turns around and starts walking away from it.
"I'm right here, aren't I?"
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And just like that, Cain stops.
"Wait. We're on a planet."
He scowls up at the misty white sky.
"No fucking commanders, no fucking ships, and nothing to fucking fight. Great."
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He paused and ran a hand through his hair.
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You're not on AIM. 'A'
Abel stands his ground, arms folded.
"We're supposed to be teammates--partners! Y-yet you always dismiss what I say! I mean, fuckFuck."
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Derp, he's turning around and walking towards the ~*~other~*~ direction.
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Hey, what's that up ahead?
Is it a black leather trenchcoat?
It is!
He is ENCHANTED.
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Walking.
God.
Damnit.
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Does it fit him?
It does.
Does it complement his flightsuit most wonderfully, faded matte black over sleek inky gloss?
It does!
Cain is DELIGHTED.
Hmm. He seems to have lost his navigator.
Well...
Fine. He'll turn back and start looking for him. After all, Abel will probably come in handy soon.
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Walk. Walk. Walk.
What lies beyond those flattened houses?
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Eventually, a building that isn't lying on the ground in pieces, although it isn't a house either.
It's about at this point that Cain catches up.
"Miss me?" he asks cheerfully, falling into step at Abel's side. The coat flaps in the minimal breeze. (To anyone who isn't Cain, it looks a little ridiculous.)
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