[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/6u2tKKX.jpg[/img][/center][hr][sub][color=2DB8E0]S O L D I E R[color=333333]. . .[/color]E N C A M P M E N T[/color] / / [color=ff5ff3]Z A L E R A[color=333333]. . .[/color] T U N D R A.[/color][/sub][hr]

He noted the smaller girl sway away from him in a way that belied weariness, but with a face that seemed almost like she had smelt something foul on him. Kain wondered idly what all that was about, had she some sort of ability that saw him differently? He would have to ask later, if he found the time.


The smell of food always brought the big man a semblance of peace. Maybe it was becouse his Aeon, eternally angry and all around vocal, went quiet during dinner. The fire was still ever present and but the angry voice seemed to have lost interest for now. Kain breathed out slow, relaxing as he sat down with the others. He sat quietly, and watched. His temperament and his penchant for conflict forced him to remain static and silent. He would watch them, observe what his group of newfound comrades were about. As a fighter, he evaluated the most obvious physical assets they had. Corr was built like a brick house and kain was pretty sure the man could take one hell of a beating should it come down to that. Judging from the way he carried himself, the kind cadence and steady breath, he was to be their shield. Kain had met men like him before, people who had put themselves in the way of bulelts and knives. The good kind of cops for one, had always been his type. He had killed more then a few of them. That thought got the Aeon riled up inside him. 

[color=ed1c24]“SINNNERRRRRR[/color]” Its voice hissed and crackled like a fire inside his mind. [color=ed1c24]“We… Must ATONE! BURN IT CLEANNNNN!”[/color] He started to rise as if to to leave the table early, as the voice was insistent, the aeon clearly angry whit its host and was making keeping calm a rapidly losing battle. Thats when Cameron spoke. IT brought Kain back to reality, and he focused on the man he had seen puked earlier. He was an odd sort, he felt missplaced, like he didn’t belong here at all to Kain. He had none the others quiet confidence or ego. None of the belief in himself. Kain found he pitied him in a way, and disturbingly enough, saw a lot of his old friends in that kind of behavior. Back when they were just kids playing at being gangsters. 

Those had been simpler days in many ways. But they hadn’t exactly been good days either. He was about  Bruce little lightshow had caught some peoples notice, but not that of Kain, he had been to busy calming his own Aeon from trying to light them both of fire as it was. He remained silent even as Carmen began to speak again, he really didn’t like that woman and the voice inside him agreed wholeheartedly.

[color=ed1c24]“FALSSSSSEEEHOOOOD. MAKE A PYRE,  WOOD AND ROCKS AND LYRE. A PYRE FOR THE WITCH.” [/color]It hissed, the fire raging inside, wanting so badly to break out and engulf the entire room in cleansing heat. 

“That’s new. Are we giving them nicknames now?” Kain mumbled under his breath, gulping another massive helping of food. The internal oven that was his body was consuming calories at alarming an alarming rate these days. The Aeon didn’t answer. It just kept screaming in his head about building a very old fashioned execution platform.In an attempt to ignore both Carmen and his own internal tormentor he focused on Corbyn. He seemed like an ok sort he decided. Not instantly reliable as Corr, he carried himself too much like a leader for Kain to trust him. Authority and Kain did not get along very well after all. Corbyn had apparently introduced himself before Cameron, but Kain had been to distracted by food to take it in then. But Carmen kept talking, seemingly intent on bringing them all into her web. He saw those cogs work behind her ears, putting people in their designated slots for her to better use them later. She was so much like Merc, he could have reached over and extinguished her there and then. His fingers twitched at the thought and he shook it off.  Before he couldn't stop himself he spoke.

“No. No you don’t. People like you don’t care." With a small moment of silence for panctuation, he added: "Commander." Kains voice was low. “It doesn’t matter now. If they are dead, they are dead. We are not outfitted to help any survivors. What we can do is to smash whatever is in our way, and see what brought them to close down..”

As he listened to everyone introduce themselves. Corrs comment made him nod. “For those of you that do second guess. I don’t know if you read my files yet. But I do not hesitate.” In fact, that was the problem with Kain. He had not hesitated to put a sparring partners in the infirmary. “It is not in my nature. My name is Kain Bradwell.” He lifted his trench knives and let one of them sink into the table. “My Aeon is Balil.” He opened his eyes, having had them closed this entire time. Those amber browns belied the first emotion to break through his carefully maintained . They were positively feral. “We kill things.” As he said it, fires briefly danced across his skin like small wisps of almost white heat.

In Kains head, Balil was [i]Laughing[/i]. [color=ed1c24]“YESSSS KAIN. YES. WE. DO”[/color] That, was a bad sign.