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∞ 78: One bed, two brothers [accidental voice / action]

[Albert's room is a neat and quiet place, and has been that way since he departed with the other draftees last week. One would expect it to stay that way.

Unfortunately, one Caesar Silverberg decided to take his decision of waiting for Albert in his home one step further, invading said bedroom. He's lazily curled up on his brother's bed. It's a much more comfortable bed after all, complete with nicer beddings than the spare sheets he would have used in the spare room. Plus it's out of the way and perfect for napping, and he'd only get woken up for meals...

He could get used to this.

The relative silence of the bedroom is broken by a clatter and thump as something falls to the floor. Caesar doesn't stir. If he did, he would have realized that it's a journal that isn't his own. It's fallen open and is recording the ensuing silence.

A moment passes.

Then there's a solid thump as something heavy falls on top of the bed. And Caesar.]

AHHHHH- What the hell—!? GET OFF OF ME!

Wh— Caesar?!

OFF. You've got bony elbo— OW!

Get your hand out of th—

[The voices are cut off by the sound of feet kicking against the wall, and then another loud thump as something lands on the floor—and the journal. The recording shuts off.]

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How disappointing. They can give these people all the conveniences in the world and they'll still find something new to complain about in a week. [Then again, he was sure that some people would find this completely justifies their efforts. It got the job done, but...] Thanks for the new lighting, Albert.

You're very welcome, Caesar. I'm glad that I know at least two people who won't squander all my hard work. [So much sarcasm.]

...Raine, can I have this item removed now? [He holds up his forearm with the visible exsphere.]

... Hm? Oh, right.

[She'll walk over so that she can remove it carefully from him. And may be checking to see if he seems injured once she's close enough.]

I wouldn't dream of it. [Ironyyy. Caesar will just watch the two lazily from a distance. Judging by the way they're acting about the exsphere, it doesn't seem to be anything Caesar should be too concerned about, so he'll keep to himself for now.]

I wonder what other kinds of things they'll offer in exchange for our efforts. It sure doesn't take much to please these guys.

[Albert flexes his arm as Raine removes the exsphere, then begins unrolling his sleeve and smoothing it out.]

I'm sure the scientists will say that we are indebted to them for the electricity. We'll need to keep up on demands before people become too reliant on this new technology. It will be far easier to become complacent with new luxuries to distract residents.

Do you have anything in particular in mind? [She doesn't put the exsphere on herself just yet, still holding it carefully.]

Nope. I couldn't care less about that stuff. [He shrugs. The only reason he wanted to go was back in the same room as him, after all.] Wouldn't want to get attached, understand? But I'm sure this won't be the last time they do something like this. We'll just have to see what they do next.

[Wouldn't want to get attached. That was what Albert had to keep telling himself.]

More information and visibility is the best we can do at this point. It's doubtful they could give us anything beneficial for us in the long run. Right now, all they've done is pad the jail cell, as it were.

Of course. It's not as if they'd readily hand over the key.

[A thoughtful pause.] ... I wonder why the spirit's magic didn't work out there. Talk about your 'attachments'.

They mentioned that those drafted would be transported elsewhere. [Caesar stands up from his chair, going to fetch his boots so they may not be used as a weapon against him in the future. He'll sit on the floor near the rest of his belongings as he puts them back on.] It was foolish to assume that the magic would work outside of this place to begin with.

Not necessarily. We know that the areas outside of the barrier are affected by Shifts more readily than within the barrier. There was also an incident where we know that the people outside of the barrier were affected by a Shift in the same way that we were -- and that somehow involved the spirits that we can contact here.

The spirits were apparently not meant to be here, and those "possessed" by them were considered abominations. Which begs the question -- if they are not supposed to be within the barrier, and they cannot be contacted outside of the barrier, how did they come to exist specifically within this area? [And why did the scientists not try to dissuade them from using their powers?]

The 'abomination' factor most likely had to do with the resemblance to the third party. Though... 'hybrid' was the other word used.

As usual it comes down to us not having enough information.

That's all the more reason we shouldn't be relying on those things in the first place. [Caesar shrugs. After getting his boots on, he stands up and turns to look at Albert's bed. He pauses for a moment before he decides to straighten out the sheets. He does this without a word. Like it's completely normal. Ignoring the fact that you couldn't even pay him to do that in his own room.]

[Albert raises a brow at Caesar's comment, but decides to not continue with that conversation. It wasn't as if his brother would have bothered with the spirits even if they were purely beneficial. He snaps his journal shut and sets it on his desk, then goes to look at the light switch Raine had been using.]

I trust things were fairly calm here, the new technology aside?

[She's a little disappointed that Caesar would dismiss them so easily, but it hardly seems the time for that discussion, especially since Albert brought a new one up.]

The new technology only came in this morning and hardly has a bearing on the week. Though yes, things were rather normal here... for the most part.

[With the sheets straightened out (which is really just as neat as they can be when it's Caesar involved), he uses his foot to slide his journal and things from the floor into his bag.]

It was as unexciting as ever. Nothing out of the ordinary, at least as far as this place is concerned.

[He can't help but watch as Caesar attempts to straighten out his sheets, refraining from rolling his eyes.]

I should have guessed. Good to know you two can live in close proximity, I suppose.

[She tilts her head at him for that comment, but she'll let Caesar field it.]

... Hm, but there was one thing. You were aware that Lady Svala and Edward returned, weren't you? Sigmund is back as well. Unlike the others, however, he lacks his memories of Luceti, but still wishes to lend his assistance. I recommended that he speak with you.

[And that is exactly what Caesar will do! Because that other stuff doesn't interest him.]

You presume too much, dear brother. There are no words to recount the horrors that I've put Miss Raine through over the past few days! [Except there were no horrors at all, because he kind of locked himself up in your room the whole time. Ah well, details.]

All three of them in such a short period of time... Interesting. [He nods slowly at Raine.] I will be sure to speak with him.

Perhaps you would like to try and recount those horrors, dear brother. Your vocabulary should be quite extensive with your impressive education.

Indeed. ... Sigmund's wings are different, as well, though I suppose that's expected.

[She waits for Caesar to recount those 'horrors'. After all, that should be interesting, to hear about what he clearly must have dreamed.]

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[Jerk. That strikes a nerve, but Caesar tries not to let it show. ...not that it won't be obvious.]

Please. I will try no such thing. I don't care to impress anyone.

Then you shouldn't sulk, Caesar. [Yes, he's totally referring to their conversation before he left for the battlefield.]

In any case, I suppose there will be some downtime on our side while the village discovers these new additions. I intend to compile my observations while we wait for more news.

... Indeed.

Before you do any compiling, you need to get some rest, and eat something as well.

It had nothing to do with that. [...] And I wasn't sulking.

[He picks his bag up from the floor and slings it over his shoulder.] At least you kept your word.

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