@TormentedAgent "I see... There is so much food in the outside world. Silas talks about his favorites..."
Caster narrows his eyes in thought.
"Spa-get-he, I think."
「 @TormentedAgent 」
It was the middle of the night, long after the Kennedy household had gone to bed. That was, until a few loud bangs on the door sent the dog into a frenzy.
Caster made a round around the length of the house, glowing red eyes seen in the darkness beyond+
@TormentedAgent Caster blinks a bit after a sip, looking down at it.
"It is hostile... It fizzes."
Yet he takes another sip, carefully, not like he doesn't like it, but like he thinks it'll bite him.
@TormentedAgent "Maybe I'll try to be an agent like you one day."
Caster says, quieter than the rest of his words.
"What is that?"
Pointing at the soda.
@TormentedAgent "Do you think that you could have fought me, if I was a mission instead of something your son stumbled into?"
His head tilts slowly.
"I was very mean with my powers back then."
@TormentedAgent "Is it difficult to be an agent?"
He asks as he has a couple more bites.
"Yes please. And you should bring it to Chris' house, too. Perhaps at one of these 'cook outs' he speaks of."
@TormentedAgent "You should have him invite her over. She too craves family."
Caster takes a few more bites of the cake, a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. A rarity!
"Most clones did, but only Lucienne and I lived to lament it."
@TormentedAgent Caster holds the fork in his fist, very awkwardly.
"Lucienne Serra Navarro. She is a clone, too. I am surprised Silas has not told you about her, they are good friends. Her ancestor was a researcher."
He looks down at the cake... He takes a hesitant bite, and blinks a bit.
@TormentedAgent Caster follows, raising an eyebrow and motioning to the cake.
"What is that? And I do not think we met in the lab, but I do know a Travis."
He looks at Leon.
"Is he a clone as well? If he is not, he was probably kept away. We only ever saw those who were working on us. I think+
@TormentedAgent "I do, yes. But I have not had most foods. Umbrella fed me most of the same things every day, and none very colorful."
He turns, his feet on the ground again.
"Chris has been showing me 'Soup'." He does physical air quotes, "And noodles."
@TormentedAgent "Thank you, Mr. Kennedy."
Caster scanned the room a bit, eyes soon falling on a few pictures on the mantle.
"Is that what family does?"
He says, looking to Leon before looking back at the pictures. He soon stands, too, going over to look at them, levitating slightly off the +
@TormentedAgent yourself unnerved by me, the blindfolds within the case are intended to block a good portion of my powers. There is not much I can do without seeing your eyes, and consistently so. Glasses would work too."
@TormentedAgent uncertainty. He's quiet for a minute.
"And, yes, you're exactly right... Watch. Keep me out of trouble. Show me what real people do. I haven't been in the outside world for very long now."
He watches Leon, then tries to mimic his posture, an eyebrow lifting.
"If you find +
https://t.co/HrNfyAklNo decided to put this here instead of on Silas'
But this audio made me think of them, especially with Silas studying psychology before he got into the BSAA
https://t.co/HrNfyAklNo Idk if I've said this before but Caster's name is intended to be almost comedically literal.
He casts illusions.
An illusion caster.