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evowhisperer

Once again, footsteps close behind him probably clue Caesar in that he has a very, very cold shadow on their way in. As soon as he spots the closet, he stops crowding: there is where everything he needs is.

The towel is caught more by letting it land on outstretched arms, rather than by any actual dexterity. He spends a few seconds scrubbing what remaining moisture he can off himself through his jacket, before abandoning the towel off to one side and working his boots off. The laces are bitterly cold, and still wet. It takes him longer than he wishes it would, and when he finally succeeds, his fingers feel thick and uncoordinated from the constant changes in temperature.

Silence reigns as this Cesar catches up to the other in peeling off his outer layers of clothes. In spite of his effort with the towel, this Cesar has a hard time of getting them off, which isn't surprising considering how thoroughly soaked this one got back at Furman's. In spite of all this, he manages.

Wordlessly, Cesar dumps the clothes off to the side and wraps the towel around himself like a blanket for warmth. Standing around shivering in his remaining undergarments is not the way to go, so he closes the distance between himself and the closet, and grabs the first cloth that comes to hand.

A suit.

Cesar returns the suit to its previous place and grabs the second set of clothes that comes to hand, and this time he hits jackpot: a survival jacket. Now for everything else...

"I'm borrowing your clothes, for a while," Cesar announces redundantly, not turning around.

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pineapplesalmon

Caesar had been slightly luckier in the amount of soaking that he had received, so he wasn't quite as chilly, but still chilled. He strips down to his boxer-briefs and goes over to join Cesar at the closet, his own towel wrapped around him.

There's a momentary embarrassment when Cesar picks up the suit, but he puts it back, and Caesar's shoulders relax again. Good. He'd hate to have to explain to him the exact nature of how he came into possession of the suit.

The fact he was going to be borrowing his clothes was already implied, so Caesar didn't comment directly on that, instead pulling out some underwear for the both of them, "Might as well just go straight to pajamas, considering how late it is. You're going to be here for a while, so you should try to get your circadian rhythm adapted as soon as possible. I'll make dinner afterwards."

He pulls out two pairs of pajamas at that.

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evowhisperer

"We're going to sleep, soon?"

It's not a protest, but simply--surprise. Cesar looks around the room as though for a clock, or an explanation of some kind, before simply nodding. He's not one to question his host's sleeping habits, but considering that it's him--well, perhaps this Caesar is more tired than he looks. Cesar knows he personally isn't nearly as tired as he usually needs to be before he'll tear himself away from work for sleep, but he can make an exception for one night. Besides, on the off chance that there really are differences in their time zones (which there aren't at first glance), he really should get off on the right foot with them.

Cesar puts the survival jacket back where he found it and takes the offered underwear, as well as the pajamas.

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pineapplesalmon

"Not yet, but it is after nine, so why change clothes twice?" Caesar shrugged; it was just being practical. "We'll probably spend the rest of the time talking besides when we're eating, although I wouldn't mind showing you around the lab if you're interested."

He had seen the time when he picked his datapad up and could figure out the approximate amount of time that had passed without looking at it. So it was definitely after nine by now. There was plenty for them to do and speak of here, so he didn't see why they needed to go anywhere else.

With that said, he turned away from the other and worked to dry himself off better before changing out his undergarments. Caesar then put on his pajama bottoms.

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evowhisperer

"Perhaps we should see the lab once we're done talking?" Cesar suggests, also changing into the clean, dry clothes. "Talking first would probably cut down on a lot of questions about what projects we've both worked on, and what the differences between our respective worlds are."

Caesar isn't the only one who's been curious, after all.

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pineapplesalmon

"I would most definitely be interested in trading information," Caesar replied, a bit more cheerful now that he was in dry clothes and working on drying his hair with the towel. "There's also timelines to consider. People here can be taken from different parts of the same timeline. I'm still from the earliest point, even though I went home once. Six and I are both from around the time he lost his memories. The others are ahead of us."

Not Agent Six--just Six. Caesar had dropped the Agent portion after some time in Nautilus because of a number of reasons. Even if Six didn't remember those reasons anymore, he still felt that they were important enough that it applied.

((OOC: Setting this a bit in the future after Caesar goes home for the first time; Holiday and Sqwydd have both gone home to get blasted into a future time, too. |D Just makes things easier for explanations.))

Edited Date: 2012-02-27 12:31 am (UTC)

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evowhisperer

"Six? As in, Agent Six?" He turns around as he buttons the pajama's shirt, giving his copy a bland look of interest.

"Do you mean to say that there are more people from our world here besides us?" The question is vague and apparently obvious, but it serves its purpose, which is to invite the information he really wants to know: who else is there? Black Knight? Rex? Caesar said something about different times, so what about people who aren't around in his time, like Rylander? Or perhaps even--something in his chest aches at the mere possibility, and he crushes his own hope for it ruthlessly before it even gets underway--their parents? No, that's impossible. Cesar finishes the last button, wrenching his thoughts towards more productive things, such as paying attention to Caesar's reply.

[OOC: Kk!]

Edited Date: 2012-02-27 09:07 am (UTC)

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pineapplesalmon

Caesar smiled wider; he knew the exact purpose behind that second question, and thus answered the question that wasn't asked. "Yes, Agent Six." Caesar didn't elaborate as to why he had dropped 'Agent'. "I live in the house next door to this one with him, Rex, Dr. Holiday, and--" his face grew amused "--quite a few pets."

He walked over to pick up his datapad as he continued to speak. "Two of Rex's friends, Circe and Sqwydd, also are here, but they don't live with us."

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pineapplesalmon

Caesar's expression fell, then, and he glanced away from his other; there was another question that wasn't asked that he knew was on his double's mind--how could it not be? He had been trying to ignore it, but it needed answered. No use letting Cesar get his hopes up.

"... those that are gone can also end up here, but I haven't seen any indication of... our parents. It's still possible, but it's been months since I arrived. Rex has been here for well over a year."

He couldn't say 'dead'. Caesar still couldn't say it. The fact that they weren't around anymore still hurt too much. But there was something that--his chest ached, but--something was different now. He finally had someone else that could understand his pain, that remembered their parents. He wasn't alone with that anymore.

Edited Date: 2012-02-27 01:04 pm (UTC)

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evowhisperer

Caesar's initial declaration is met with a look of visible surprise, and not much else.

"Ah... That's interesting."

His tone is so mild, it's conspicuously flavorless, and Cesar wishes (not for the first time) that he was better at simply letting these tense subjects slip by unnoticed.

Edited Date: 2012-02-27 08:49 pm (UTC)

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evowhisperer

His doppleganger's next words cut through the jumble that comes with trying to imagine everyone living together, and Cesar is reminded in the most painful way that this is, in fact, his double. Similar minds trace similar paths, and hearing that Caesar had wondered the same thing and watched for signs of their return kills any remaning shreds of hope he might've had of seeing them there. He could've been wrong in his assumptions--but his copy wouldn't have been wrong in his observation.

"I see," Cesar says softly, feeling the weight of their absense more than ever.

"... Then it is unlikely that they will arrive here any time soon."

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evowhisperer

Through his pain, Cesar notices a strange sense of connection to his other self. Both of them feel the same sorrow. Both of their voices are low and subdued, and both of them are carrying the same memories, even with the slight time differences between them. Ordinarily, Cesar holds onto his grief as though locking up a monster inside a little cage, knowing it would leap up and overwhelm him if it ever saw the light of day. This Caesar isn't someone who would release it by accident or on purpose: he has has his own dark little corner with its own cage, and for now, they can both simply stand in those shadows, not facing but sharing in their loss.

It's strange, Cesar realizes, but not altogether unwelcome.

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pineapplesalmon

Caesar doesn't notice the mild tone, and even if he had, everything else has gone out of his mind as he thinks about their parents. Their parents. Parents that Rex doesn't remember. Even if Caesar has gotten closer to Rex in Nautilus, there was still some part of him that felt alone. Rex couldn't share in his grief. No one could share in his grief but himself. He was both simulataneously Rex's older brother and a single child. Rex didn't remember their lives as a family; Caesar did. How could Rex grieve for those he didn't even remember?

He wasn't good at emotions and couldn't express them. There was no one to talk to about how he missed his parents, so he talked to no one and ignored the pain as best as he could. Sometimes--sometimes though, it had nearly overwhelmed him.

Rex still had no idea how hard Christmas had been. At least Rex had been there. Caesar had no idea what would've happened if he had been by himself. He never even let his mind wander down that "what if" path. Rex had been there, so there hadn't been a reason to worry or even think about it.

He looks back at Cesar then, his eyes widening slightly as their eyes meet. Cesar doesn't need to say a word for Caesar to know that he understands in the same way that Caesar does. That their pain is shared now. Maybe they can't talk about it together, but just to be in the presence of someone who understands is more than what he had before. So much more. Even moreso because this other man standing in front of him feels the exact same pain.

Caesar swallows, unable to speak, and his chest still aches, but he closes the distance between them and places his hand on Cesar's shoulder, a touch of comfort for his other self. Something he had wanted himself but couldn't find. There had simply been no one that he could even remotely consider speaking to about this.

Until now. And not yet, not for a while. But... perhaps someday.

Edited Date: 2012-02-27 09:14 pm (UTC)

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evowhisperer

Someday, perhaps, but certainly not now.

Cesar accepts the comfort wordlessly, and after a few seconds puts his other side's hand on his copy's other shoulder. They're a mirror image of the other.

The moment holds, precious and supportive--and then, all too soon, breaks.

Cesar lowers his arm, and reaches down to pick up his discarded clothes, taking himself out of reach at the same time. He doesn't know what to feel or do right now, and the first thing he can think of is to fall back to what he's done before: withdraw. Caesar had his brother, however oblivious and inept he was at helping him cope. Cesar had cold hallways and an empty laboratory. Solitude has been all he's had for a long time, and part of him is certain that this other Caesar wants the same thing, at least on some level. How else would either of them find the time to collect themselves, and push the grief back further? It's composure that he wants, and all it takes is a bit of distance to get it.

When Cesar straightens up, he has the wet clothes balled up in his arms.

"Where should I put these?"

His voice sounds almost normal again: quiet, but unaffected.

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pineapplesalmon

He's almost disappointed when the other pulls away. Almost. He's not ready to talk about it, to even.. really think about it for more than a few snatches of moments at a time. He's not ready, and has no idea he's closer to being ready than the other. Nearly losing Rex to being Heartless had started him on the path of grief, even if he had pulled back and shoved it all back inside when Rex had returned to normal.

It was only a matter of time. Nautilus had a way of changing people. It was, after all, called the "City of Change". Caesar didn't know that it was slowly changing him.

"We can hang them in the bathroom to dry," Caesar replied, his voice even and also quiet as he went to get his own clothes. "And then maybe.. I'll make us something to eat?"

It was a bit of a tentative question, but Caesar wasn't sure if his double was still hungry. He himself was less hungry now than he was before, considering their conversation, but food would give them something to do. Better than silence.

Edited Date: 2012-02-27 09:46 pm (UTC)

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evowhisperer

"Good idea," Cesar replies, moving to wait by the room's door. There's no hesitance in his tone, and he sounds completely recovered. If he continues at this rate, then perhaps a late meal won't taste completely like sand by the time it's ready.

"Do you need any help with the food?"

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pineapplesalmon

Caesar shrugged, walking towards the other and out the door, then down the hall. "Not really, but you should pick out what you want. I don't really feel like Bending right now." For reasons they both knew. "So I was thinking some instant udon or ramen."

He'd be normal in no time if he didn't think too much on what they were just talking about. Sure, he had been the one to bring it up, but he still didn't like dwelling on it. He was already starting to think about what type of Udon he wanted as he hung his clothes up over the shower.

"The packaging's in Japanese, but I've picked up enough here that I can read the instructions. At least they know what spicy means."

Because he's tasted what Americans consider spicy. It's... not spicy.

Edited Date: 2012-02-27 10:38 pm (UTC)

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evowhisperer

"Udon. And that is very good news."

Cesar follows, and when they reach the bathroom he hangs his clothes on the nearest available surface.

"I'm afraid that even in my own time, Providence's cafeterias are still learning. I've had to buy a bottle of hot sauce for my own personal use."

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pineapplesalmon

"Tell me about it," Caesar replied, a bit cheered up by their shared pain; the other part was more interesting, however. "So, you're ahead of me, then?"

It really did make sense. Caesar was basically behind everyone else, so a double of himself had more of a chance to be ahead than behind. He had already told his double when he was from, so Cesar would know if he was ahead or behind.

There had been things that had been troubling him. Mostly, those ahead of him seemed to have changed their behavior towards him. Caesar may be obtuse about others' feelings sometimes, but even he could notice obvious signs. Circe was no longer friendly. Holiday was more cautious. Rex had acted... weird. And then there was Sqwydd--Sqwydd had punched him in the face without explanation.

Caesar had a bad feeling about it, and he wasn't sure he really wanted to know why everyone's behavior was changing. It was something that he wasn't sure what he wanted to know, but he couldn't help himself. Caesar already knew that, back home, Rex and him no longer had a bond. He wondered if Cesar knew and understood that. Caesar hadn't until Rex had told him, and that had only been caused by Rex being both Heartless and being affected by the Truth Telling storm.

He was looking at his other self thoughtfully. Caesar had noticed that Cesar's behavior was a bit odd. Perhaps there was a reason behind it...?

Edited Date: 2012-02-27 11:38 pm (UTC)

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evowhisperer

"I believe I am," Cesar replies. He turns to face his counterpart, putting a hand to his chin thoughtfully.

"If the last thing you remember from our world is Six losing his memories, then that would put me almost a year ahead of you in time. However, this begs the question of what the ramifications of time travel could be."

"Have you had a chance to observe situations where advanced information from the future causes a time paradox for the people in question? Or does the system of Awakened and Unawakened selves account for this possibility and contain some kinds of safety measures to prevent temporal collapse?"

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pineapplesalmon

In any other situation, the mirror expressions would've been funny. However, Caesar instead concentrated the answer at hand. He actually knew how to answer it from first hand knowledge.

"I have observed a situation in which future knowledge was known," Caesar stated. "Specifically, Six learned that he was to lose his memories in advance. There was no time paradox created. Instead, he did things here to prepare for his self from six years previous. I believe the system of Awakened and Unawakened selves prevents a time paradox from occurring. Only more powerful Awakened can even try to correct flaws in a world."

He paused for a moment. "I was under the impression that it's standard to compare timelines by the others. 'What's the last thing you remember?' is a typical question for those from the same world."

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evowhisperer

"Fascinating."

"If you consider that the ramifications of future knowledge are minimal, then this would make sense. With no self-imposed barriers to contend with, information regarding each others' locations in time and current environments would be critical for interpersonal social rituals, such as bonding."

"For example, the mere fact that I know where you are in the time line gives me a general knowledge as to your current activities. You don't seem to know very much about my time, but it should be enough to say that we still work at Providence, and that we've made some progress in continuing our work with nanites."

Edited Date: 2012-02-28 05:28 am (UTC)

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pineapplesalmon

Caesar nodded to his first statement. Yes, it was critical to know when. People didn't like talking about the future to someone in the past. They others seemed particularly cautious about mentioning anything to him, especially Rex. It was a bit disconcerting.

What Cesar said next piqued his interest more than a little. "The others have been hesitant to mention anything about their times to me. I haven't pressed them as to why." He wasn't going to press Cesar, either; it was impolite, and there was a part of him dreading finding out. "I'm still catching up to the last five years in scientific studies on nanites. Now that Moses has been proven mostly a fraud--" Caesar frowned, remembering what he had heard regarding that incident. "--and his machine destroyed, the latest 'breakthrough' seems to be Rex. I thought the science community would be further by now."

He shrugged, crossing his arms and leaning back against the counter. "It's good to hear that we've made some progress."

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evowhisperer

Cesar can tell that he won't push. He might wait by a metaphorical door, unwillingly available for when the information leaks out sooner or later, but the older Salazar boys have always been aware that there are things in the world they are happier not delving into. Unfortunately, both of them know he can't stay in the dark forever. The past (and future) have a habit of catching up with people, and sometimes it's better to meet them head-on, instead of caught off guard.

Cesar looks to the side, solemnly considering the stairwell leading downstairs. "Our progress has come at a cost. A percentage of this headway was applied to different goals than we'd originally hoped: Rex disappeared for a few months, and Providence had to find alternatives for a cure without him. Fast."

"Not all of these alternatives worked out the way I expected."

Edited Date: 2012-02-28 09:57 pm (UTC)

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pineapplesalmon

His eyes locked onto his double. Cesar had his complete attention now--not that he didn't already, but now it was more intense. This was what the others weren't telling him.

Rex disappeared. Only a few months, but still--no. Caesar doesn't want to think about that, so he doesn't. Instead, he focuses on the results. His other self was solemn. It couldn't be good, but... The way Cesar had spoken, he was offering information. Caesar didn't want to know, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized that he had to know.

"What sort of alternatives?" Caesar asked cautiously. "Those ahead of me have been treating me differently. Some of them have become quite cold towards me. I need to know why."

If Rex wasn't going to tell him, then he was just going to have to rely on himself.

Edited Date: 2012-02-28 10:56 pm (UTC)