Deluxian Despot

Younger!Kane Rp blog. Abraham Kane when he’s in his 20’s before he became the leader of deluxe.

[deluxian-despot]

mensreamutt started following you

[mensreamutt]

Mike was in the process of finding a manner in which to politely decline, when Kane’s hand was on his shoulder and leading him inside the construction site. His efforts turn only into a few distracted stutters, not resisting Kane’s guide and inwardly cursing himself for such a passive manner, learned a long time ago with the dictator.

The glare of KaneCo white almost hurt his eyes. Surrounding him, the holoscreens and blueprints displayed were a noticeably older version that Mike was accustomed to, more glitchy and a lower resolution that only reminded the brunet of how out-of-timeline he was.  Eyes narrowed at the uniform drafts, revisions of the jumpsuits Mike knew soon became a damning identification, and later on, a weapon.

In a little softer a manner did the driver regard a set of blueprints that struck home - no, literally, they depicted the tower where Mike grew up, where he spent almost all his time either training or sleeping. Quietly, he cleared his throat, turned back to Kane, and found himself still unaccustomed to the young version of the man. God, this was a mindfuck.

"….why uniforms?"

[deluxian-despot]

"uniforms help people feel part of a team. it helps create a sense of community. And it also eliminates petty arguments that could arise over who has better clothes, who can afford the newest designer label" Kane scoffed, the very idea of such petty things making his skin crawl.

"uniforms are inclusive, they let people know they belong"

He went to another screen, pressing on the interactive glass and bringing up several area maps.

"The training hall is going to have several layers, a whole mile long gymnasium running track under the foundations, it'll be open to the public for recreational activities when it's not in use, so it's something for the whole city to use"

In the future the building was locked off to anyone who wasn't a cadet and the training facility as more of a processing plant then anything, Kanes ideal's not exactly sticking to plan.

[kaneco-industries]

Now this was interesting. Casting a side on glance to his older self Kane shifted, trying not to stare though honestly it was a little hard not to admit there was a clear resemblance between the two. He'd done well thus far to deny the existence of 'parallel' worlds but this? Well this was making it harder. "And who, exactly, are you? this is a prohibited sector you know"

He stopped whatever he was doing, glancing sideways at the redhead before. His eyes went wide for a moment but slowly became normal again. Kane was gazing into a mirror, perhaps his delusions were really getting as bad as everyone was telling him. The dictator turned to face himself, who was younger, with a lot more hair. Sighing he closed his eyes tightly and pinched the bridge of his noise. “Abraham Kane, Leader of deluxe.” He mumbled,more to himself then to the figure before him, who he suppose was just his mind projecting some form of guilt. 

The older male had been up for days now, perhaps he should seriously consider sleeping, now that he was seeing himself as a young man; waltzing around like was actually there. his deep green eyes had dark, purple circles around them, making them look sunken into his skull. his skin was possibly the palest it had been in years, since he never went outside much. “this is getting ridiculously.” 

[kaneco-industries]

"Honestly, We’ve been running a year record of perfect running. There have been some minor repairs here and there, but nothing important. City Moral is at a high and there have been a surplus of motorcity citizens joining the city…" Kane spoke blankly, yes he was pleased, but his own issues was causing him a lot of grief. "The war is almost over as well….Rebellions have been little to none as of late…In fact by next month we’re looking at leveling out most of the east side of motorcity, due to the absence of civilian life." 

What else was this other him expecting? A city of depression and discomfort? honestly. 

[deluxian-despot]

"That sounds...positive"

He was unsure what else to say on the matter. Even in another world he wanted the city to be ok, the idea of any version of deluxe being anything less than perfect made his skin crawl. It seemed this kane's city had some outside issues, but internally the citizens were happy. That much was fine.

"Any projects you recommend to avoid?" he knew that not every idea could be a good one, if he could find out what was unsuccessful in this kane's city, he could try and curve the idea within his own.

[kaneco-industries]

Now this was interesting. Casting a side on glance to his older self Kane shifted, trying not to stare though honestly it was a little hard not to admit there was a clear resemblance between the two. He'd done well thus far to deny the existence of 'parallel' worlds but this? Well this was making it harder. "And who, exactly, are you? this is a prohibited sector you know"

He stopped whatever he was doing, glancing sideways at the redhead before. His eyes went wide for a moment but slowly became normal again. Kane was gazing into a mirror, perhaps his delusions were really getting as bad as everyone was telling him. The dictator turned to face himself, who was younger, with a lot more hair. Sighing he closed his eyes tightly and pinched the bridge of his noise. “Abraham Kane, Leader of deluxe.” He mumbled,more to himself then to the figure before him, who he suppose was just his mind projecting some form of guilt. 

The older male had been up for days now, perhaps he should seriously consider sleeping, now that he was seeing himself as a young man; waltzing around like was actually there. his deep green eyes had dark, purple circles around them, making them look sunken into his skull. his skin was possibly the palest it had been in years, since he never went outside much. “this is getting ridiculously.” 

[kaneco-industries]

He chuckled, their was a difference then. His crush was a high rating cadet, she was wonderful and strong willed. He recalled how easily she cold overpower him and how her training gave him the skills to overpower her in return. She had short brown hair and pretty slanted eyes, who knew another version of her wold be a scientist. “Just, say hello…If she’s the same personality wise, she’ll think your coyness is cute.”  

His entire demeanor changed, usually when he thought about her, it caused grief, but this was different. Kane looked around, he grabbed the chair from his desk and pulled it out for the other ginger. Gesturing to it he then walked to the other side of the desk and sat at the chair placed there. “Sit, please..” 

[deluxian-despot]

Kane hesitated and then sat himself down, lightly resting his hands on the armrests of the chair though his fingers dug into the metal, showing signs of stress. It was hard to really relax himself in such a satiation after all.

"So, issues aside, what is the current state of Deluxe?"

[kaneco-industries]

Now this was interesting. Casting a side on glance to his older self Kane shifted, trying not to stare though honestly it was a little hard not to admit there was a clear resemblance between the two. He'd done well thus far to deny the existence of 'parallel' worlds but this? Well this was making it harder. "And who, exactly, are you? this is a prohibited sector you know"

He stopped whatever he was doing, glancing sideways at the redhead before. His eyes went wide for a moment but slowly became normal again. Kane was gazing into a mirror, perhaps his delusions were really getting as bad as everyone was telling him. The dictator turned to face himself, who was younger, with a lot more hair. Sighing he closed his eyes tightly and pinched the bridge of his noise. “Abraham Kane, Leader of deluxe.” He mumbled,more to himself then to the figure before him, who he suppose was just his mind projecting some form of guilt. 

The older male had been up for days now, perhaps he should seriously consider sleeping, now that he was seeing himself as a young man; waltzing around like was actually there. his deep green eyes had dark, purple circles around them, making them look sunken into his skull. his skin was possibly the palest it had been in years, since he never went outside much. “this is getting ridiculously.” 

[kaneco-industries]

He relaxed, giving a nod to the other noticing how he backed down quickly. At least his alternate other was still smart enough to know better then to poke a raging bull. “Guess so…” Kane swallowed, his mind flitted to another question. “Have you met…Have you met her yet…You’re crush or?” It was a rather odd thing to bring up, he wasn’t sure if this one would live the way he did in everyway. Silently he hoped not, her death crushed him and then Chilton….Betrayal and death makes the strongest minds snap.  

[deluxian-despot]

"'Her'?"

Kane sounded confused at first, catching on at the mention of crush. his pale cheeks turned a brighter shade of red and he lowered his gaze, staring off out into the window.

"I assume so, the brunette who works in the science department? We're on somewhat good terms"

They knew each other on a first name basis at any rate, though Kane's admiration was thus from afar. He had only spoken to her in passing, but she had certainly caught his eye.

[deluxian-despot]

Kane's gonna get his ass kicked

"...rude"

((No one dicks on Kane like Kane anon))

[kaneco-industries]

Now this was interesting. Casting a side on glance to his older self Kane shifted, trying not to stare though honestly it was a little hard not to admit there was a clear resemblance between the two. He'd done well thus far to deny the existence of 'parallel' worlds but this? Well this was making it harder. "And who, exactly, are you? this is a prohibited sector you know"

He stopped whatever he was doing, glancing sideways at the redhead before. His eyes went wide for a moment but slowly became normal again. Kane was gazing into a mirror, perhaps his delusions were really getting as bad as everyone was telling him. The dictator turned to face himself, who was younger, with a lot more hair. Sighing he closed his eyes tightly and pinched the bridge of his noise. “Abraham Kane, Leader of deluxe.” He mumbled,more to himself then to the figure before him, who he suppose was just his mind projecting some form of guilt. 

The older male had been up for days now, perhaps he should seriously consider sleeping, now that he was seeing himself as a young man; waltzing around like was actually there. his deep green eyes had dark, purple circles around them, making them look sunken into his skull. his skin was possibly the palest it had been in years, since he never went outside much. “this is getting ridiculously.” 

[kaneco-industries]

His body went stiff, not because of what was said exactly, bu the fact he call Chilton a child. “I said the same to myself when i was you age. sometimes things just doesnt go as planned; you think you know what you future will bring? If you re anything like me, you’ll see how hard it is to stay level once someone you care for the most does something unforgivable. ” He stepped forward, arms dropping to his sides, hands clenching into tight fist. “So until you can prove otherwise, do not preach to me, we may be of the same person, but the one thing i remember from this age.” He gestures to the redhead, “Is the limitations I had….And now, the worries I had that would haunt my mind are no longer of importance.” His head quirked, his lips twisting into a crazed sneer. “so shut your trap, before I add a new detail to your timeline.” 

His hands tightened further, knuckles popped from the pressure. Kane wasn’t one to screw with, already he could feel his blood run hot, his eyes stung with rage. Anymore pushing and this other him wouldnt be able to make his little vote.  

[deluxian-despot]

Kane opened his mouth to protest but reluctantly shut his mouth, eyes flicking between Kanes fists and then the man's face, the anger clear. At this age he wasn't exactly 'fit for combat', in fact he would be the first to admit he was a little on the skinny side. Apparently his double had decided to devote some of his time to training his body, and Kane didn't want to be on the receiving end of that dedication.

"Well I guess I'll just have to wait and see how things turn out, won't I?"

[kaneco-industries]

Now this was interesting. Casting a side on glance to his older self Kane shifted, trying not to stare though honestly it was a little hard not to admit there was a clear resemblance between the two. He'd done well thus far to deny the existence of 'parallel' worlds but this? Well this was making it harder. "And who, exactly, are you? this is a prohibited sector you know"

He stopped whatever he was doing, glancing sideways at the redhead before. His eyes went wide for a moment but slowly became normal again. Kane was gazing into a mirror, perhaps his delusions were really getting as bad as everyone was telling him. The dictator turned to face himself, who was younger, with a lot more hair. Sighing he closed his eyes tightly and pinched the bridge of his noise. “Abraham Kane, Leader of deluxe.” He mumbled,more to himself then to the figure before him, who he suppose was just his mind projecting some form of guilt. 

The older male had been up for days now, perhaps he should seriously consider sleeping, now that he was seeing himself as a young man; waltzing around like was actually there. his deep green eyes had dark, purple circles around them, making them look sunken into his skull. his skin was possibly the palest it had been in years, since he never went outside much. “this is getting ridiculously.” 

[kaneco-industries]

His smile grew larger, he recalled that moment briefly. It was a good time for everyone wasn’t it? “You’ll make the vote…” Kane sighed and rubbed his hand over the bald spot on his head. “Yes I do have enemies, but it’s only expected when you’re at war….but you’ll understand sooner or later..” He mumbled, lips turning downwards into a soft frown. 

[deluxian-despot]

"No. I won't fall under the folly you did. A city cannot reach perfection if it's at war. I won't let it happen. Even if you are myself, that doesn't mean our lives will follow the same path. I refuse to believe everything I've worked for would be put to waste under some single minded hatred towards some children"

What were they called, the 'burners?'.

He used the term 'children' lightly, Mike and the others only being a few years younger than himself, but even so. The very idea he would be lead astray by some ramped obsession. Pathetic.

[kaneco-industries]

Now this was interesting. Casting a side on glance to his older self Kane shifted, trying not to stare though honestly it was a little hard not to admit there was a clear resemblance between the two. He'd done well thus far to deny the existence of 'parallel' worlds but this? Well this was making it harder. "And who, exactly, are you? this is a prohibited sector you know"

He stopped whatever he was doing, glancing sideways at the redhead before. His eyes went wide for a moment but slowly became normal again. Kane was gazing into a mirror, perhaps his delusions were really getting as bad as everyone was telling him. The dictator turned to face himself, who was younger, with a lot more hair. Sighing he closed his eyes tightly and pinched the bridge of his noise. “Abraham Kane, Leader of deluxe.” He mumbled,more to himself then to the figure before him, who he suppose was just his mind projecting some form of guilt. 

The older male had been up for days now, perhaps he should seriously consider sleeping, now that he was seeing himself as a young man; waltzing around like was actually there. his deep green eyes had dark, purple circles around them, making them look sunken into his skull. his skin was possibly the palest it had been in years, since he never went outside much. “this is getting ridiculously.” 

[fellowclowns-deactivated2022112]

Kane looked over his expression, seeing a reflection of his old ideals. He was so silly then, filled with a dream he thought he could achieve without dictation. Smiling, only a little, the redhead gave a short nod as a response. 

"Where are you standing within your own plans?"

[deluxian-despot]

"I am on the board of directors, a vote is coming up and I've been nominated for a higher position, but I already practically run the city. citizen satisfaction is at an all time high and those down in old Detroit are being moved up to deluxe at a steady pace. There are still those who oppose, but we're building new housing for them, they even have gardens. Hopefully it will help sway those who deem the city to 'clinical'" he sounded proud, hopeful.

"And yourself? From what I hear...it seems you have some enemies"

[kaneco-industries]

Now this was interesting. Casting a side on glance to his older self Kane shifted, trying not to stare though honestly it was a little hard not to admit there was a clear resemblance between the two. He'd done well thus far to deny the existence of 'parallel' worlds but this? Well this was making it harder. "And who, exactly, are you? this is a prohibited sector you know"

He stopped whatever he was doing, glancing sideways at the redhead before. His eyes went wide for a moment but slowly became normal again. Kane was gazing into a mirror, perhaps his delusions were really getting as bad as everyone was telling him. The dictator turned to face himself, who was younger, with a lot more hair. Sighing he closed his eyes tightly and pinched the bridge of his noise. “Abraham Kane, Leader of deluxe.” He mumbled,more to himself then to the figure before him, who he suppose was just his mind projecting some form of guilt. 

The older male had been up for days now, perhaps he should seriously consider sleeping, now that he was seeing himself as a young man; waltzing around like was actually there. his deep green eyes had dark, purple circles around them, making them look sunken into his skull. his skin was possibly the palest it had been in years, since he never went outside much. “this is getting ridiculously.” 

[kaneco-industries]

He stared with a dull expression as he listened to his younger self speak. ‘you’re not me.’ Well in a sense he wasn’t, he wasn’t that child anymore. Then the delusion stepped forward and…touched him? his eyes blew huge, he couldn’t ever feel them when they touched him before. The redhead at first hesitated, but then slowly reached out, bushing his rough finger down the other’s arm.

He or himself? Was warm to the touch, he could almost feel his heart beat on the pads of his fingertips. Shaking his head Kane tried to re-collect himself. Was he finally getting to his break point, was this guy real? “you’re real….”

[deluxian-despot]

"Apparently so"

he'd be more surprised if he hadn't of had countless people tell him that there was 'another' version of him running around someplace, being a tyrannical dictator if he remembered correctly. But seeing the man, him, here in the flesh. It was more than off putting. Kane was imposing. But this Kane? Well maybe the people who had warned him about his other self were onto somth- no.

If this really was him, an older version of an alternate version of ANY version. it wasn't him. His ideal's were pure. There were those who opposed him but some people always stood in the way of progression, and he was sure they would see his way.

"People told me about you, I didn't believe them, they said you run Motorcity?"

A statement more then a question. Is there was one thing he was sure on it was that in due time the city would be under his ruling, regardless of anything else.

[kaneco-industries]

Now this was interesting. Casting a side on glance to his older self Kane shifted, trying not to stare though honestly it was a little hard not to admit there was a clear resemblance between the two. He'd done well thus far to deny the existence of 'parallel' worlds but this? Well this was making it harder. "And who, exactly, are you? this is a prohibited sector you know"

He stopped whatever he was doing, glancing sideways at the redhead before. His eyes went wide for a moment but slowly became normal again. Kane was gazing into a mirror, perhaps his delusions were really getting as bad as everyone was telling him. The dictator turned to face himself, who was younger, with a lot more hair. Sighing he closed his eyes tightly and pinched the bridge of his noise. “Abraham Kane, Leader of deluxe.” He mumbled,more to himself then to the figure before him, who he suppose was just his mind projecting some form of guilt. 

The older male had been up for days now, perhaps he should seriously consider sleeping, now that he was seeing himself as a young man; waltzing around like was actually there. his deep green eyes had dark, purple circles around them, making them look sunken into his skull. his skin was possibly the palest it had been in years, since he never went outside much. “this is getting ridiculously.” 

[deluxian-despot]

"Abraha- right. Of course" As if he'd expected anything else. The man, he, himself? whoever he was he didn't exactly seem the most inviting of people. Kane didn't pride himself on being a social butterfly but this? Well he expected better.

"And how am I supposed to believe that exactly? This isn't the first time I've had someone say something so ridicules...though I will admit the likeliness is rather...you're not me"

A hologram? He hesitated a second then stepped forward, reaching out and pressing pale fingers against his older selves forearm, flinching back when he was met with solid flesh. He drew his hand back to his chest as if burnt, glancing down at his fingers, and then Abe.

"...This isn't real"

[deluxian-despot]

(Sweet jesus this blog works as well aughh ok apparently only my mike blog is broken??? ok i can deal with that UwU kane is back eee)

[theillustratedarchives]

Character design for Mike and young Abraham Kane from Disney XD’s Motorcity, art by Junpei Takayama.

[phyllorhiza-deactivated20170404]

[deluxian-despot]

kanecoscientist started following you

“...Hudson? Did you do something with your hair?”

Wow.

The man looked, well, old.

Maybe Kane had been putting him under too much stress?

[deluxian-despot]

mamaslittlehellraisers started following you

[mamaslittlehellraisers-deactiva]

"Well lookee here, this is Deluxe huh? Shittier than I thought"

"WELP, better start doin wut I came up here ta do"

Junior pulled a large hammer out of the front seat of his car and spun it around in his hands, he was practically shaking with excitement

"Yew got any windows er sumthin round? I gotta smash a few things"

[deluxian-despot]

Ok.

Apparently not.

Lip curling Kane pulled out his tazer, pointing it towards Junior.

“I wouldn’t recommend doing that, if you cause disturbance in the city I’m afraid you’ll be listed as a threat to the public and I take attacks on my citizens very personally”

A bullet to the back of the neck was a good way to deal wi-

No.

No.

Maybe that was a little extreme.

Tazer, a tazer would work.

[deluxian-despot]

mensreamutt started following you

[mensreamutt]

"A cadet program," the brunet found himself echoing, unable to control his breathless laugh in response, completely devoid of humor. This was a surreal experience, almost, able to step back into what was essentially a cookie cutter past, the life he would have experienced if he was born sooner; right place, and literally, right time.

It was like being given the option to reevaluate his mistakes, and more importantly, his relationship to the tyrant-to-be. 

The teen’s mouth was open, ready with a hesitant and half-bullshit reply about why he had to politely decline, but Kane’s indication of the sky - or rather, the dutiful KaneBots going to work up above their heads - took Mike’s breath out of his lungs and expelled it in a slumped sigh. If he was more aware of the situation, Mike would have berated himself for the pathetic boy-like wonder he knew was enveloping him all over again, childish bewilderment straightening out his posture. This was his unwanted blessing to view the futuristic city he’d sworn to tear down before it was even built. 

And yet, he couldn’t help but stare in awe at the construction over his head, piecing the iconic tower together, dumb and silent. 

[deluxian-despot]

Kane laughed softly and nodded.

“Impressive, right? We have our top scientists working on the next wave of construction bots, but even though these one’s? I have to admit they do a good job” Over head the bots works tirelessly, building up the city bit by bit, welding together the pristine white metal slates, interlocked with the soft blue power pipes that powered the whole city, the colour supposed to be calm and reassuring but in years to come would be a sign of clinical oppression on kane’s behalf. Clasping his hand down over Mike’s shoulder and motioned to the door.

“Come on, take a look inside, only the lower floors are completed at the moment but we’ve got some display unit’s set out with the ore designs for the cadet gear, I think you’d like it, designed it myself” Kane sounded proud, as he did with all of his designs, leading mike into the white lobby where display monitors had been spread out evenly around the room, showing off the WIP’s for the uniforms, the upper floors, even the training programme. Kane stood with his hands folded loosely behind his back, motioning to the nearest consol.

“Pretty impressive, right?"

It showed the blueprints for the training tower, a sight that would be familiar to Mike who had spent most of his adolescent life training within the building that was yet to be completed.

[deluxian-despot]

mamaslittlehellraisers started following you

Taking in the sight of the five before him Kane had no doubt they must have come up from motorcity. Tensing he shifted his posture, bringing up a holoscreen and quickly calling for backup. What the hell was this, some sort of mini revolution? Maybe they were just coming up to join the city, maybe they had changed their minds about living down in the old city, and had made the positive choice to come up to deluxe? Kane was sure he could find even people so...scurfy looking a place in his utopia.

“Hello boys, what can I do for you? Did you come up from motorcity?”

That’s it. Act nice. Better to give them the benefit of the doubt then go in guns blazing.