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@sinabunbun down yer rabbit hole ;)
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Not surprisingly the stranger was full of confused suspicion from their sudden appearance in the bedroom. Luckily, Cain remembered Amets from the first meeting and introduced them as a way to put the man at ease. They bowed their head at the mention of their name and confirmed they were indeed on good terms with Cain. So far.
“Scared or surprised, either way that wasn’t the intention or purpose I had. Indeed, it is a mask that I am looking for.” They replied. Amets’s fingers twitched in displeasure at the mention of the mask almost being thrown out. “In the future I would suggest refraining from discarding any items until you know for sure who it belongs to.” They regarded both of the men in a slightly cooler tone.
Quietly Amets floated over to the bed with Caym while he looked under it for the mask. Amets took the opportunity to observe his appearance. Like Cain, they shared similar appearance but there were some differences just like Tack said. The major difference was the strange black shell-like covering on his exposed arms, hands, neck, and feet. That perked Amet’s curiosity. Once Caym was on his feet again they closely inspected his shoulder. With a light touch they discovered the carapace had a unique texture. Interesting. They absent-mindedly ran a finger across the carapace piece and flitted back to the middle of the room.
“Is that so Cain? Then it is possible for it to be here still…” They said and folded their arms under their cloak. Amets was disappointed that none of them knew where the mask was. They would have to search for it despite Amet’s distrust of this place. This was not off to a good start but that couldn’t be helped.
“Come we shall look for it. After all, that mask belongs to Tack and he’s rather worried about what happened to it.” They redirected their attention to Caym again. “Caym was it? Are there any other places you could have hidden it?” Amets inquired.
Caym noticed Amet’s coldness. “Tsch, you can never know with the things you find in this place. Some of ‘em might send you straight to hell. Alas, I apologize for my mistrust towards the mask.”
Cain said nothing and watched Amets approach Caym. The double snorted and huffed his carapace up a bit when it was touched.
“Aye, ‘tis my ‘pace. Like it? I shedded it some weeks ago, could have given you a piece as a memento but not now, too late,” Caym said as the carapace on his shoulder settled back into a resting position.
“Yes, yes, I am Caym. Whisperer of birds and loser of masks. I do have a place where it could be… I think I misplaced it in a corner of the warehouse, where nobody would find it and harm it,” the warehouse was just a polite name for the local trash deposit that held sentimental value to whoever deposited said trash, a hoarder’s dream. The warehouse stored piles upon piles of unwanted items that may or may not be anomalous, taken from both the living and the dead. Caym decided it was best to not tell Amets that he actually did discard the mask as unneeded trash, just not completely. The being seemed less friendly than Tack and probably wouldn’t take such things lightly.
Cain was quiet throughout the whole conversation.Caym wondered if he was uneasy. Guilty, probably. As always, Cain was losing his cool because of stupid things. It’s just a mask.
“I’ll go retrieve it. Nobody’s gonna suspect a thing, okay?” the double spoke up.
“No, no, I’ll go,” Cain finally said something.
“Do you even know where it is?”
“Yes. Yes. I do. I remember it. I remember all the items,” Cain said. Caym looked at his hands. Fiddling. As always. Cain was worried over nothing.
“Fine, let’s just go together,” the double took Cain by hand. The SCP said nothing, he was being obedient now.
Pure? More like a bird of denial. :p (Pity that Caym isn't a Nile river bird or else that would have been a pun lol.)
Don’t you sass me!! Have you ever seen a hummingbird depicted as bad?
Do I see a new story approaching?
I have my own plans, fuck what everyone else wants. This year I focus on me and what I want. Yeh.
