scenario one; [Waking up somewhere unfamiliar was one thing; not a good thing, mind you, but it was a situation that Cain had dealt with before. That he awoke to humans who seemed concerned with his well-being was a little encouraging, but not much. Any sense of ease he may have felt immediately evaporated when he began asking where on Perlia he was, and was told in return that they weren't. Nor were they in the "Imperium" he asked about right after. That set him on high alert. Despite his surging panic, Cain cheerfully excused himself as soon as was polite. He absolutely noticed that they were happy to see him go.]
[He'd pocketed the pamphlets, assuming that they were nothing more than reading material meant for amusement's sake (not that he generally did much reading), and set about trying to orient himself and calm down. His top priority was to find some form of ally or safe haven, until he could contrive a way back to the Imperium.]
[Aware as he is that he is in a world full of heretics that looked at him with a mixture of fear and pity, it's he isn't surprised when he sees someone who has changed. It's a familiar feeling, but it's still terror. Cain is rooted in place long enough to get spotted—but that doesn't stop him from bolting.]
[Rarely ever does a man charging for "safety" look so effortlessly gallant and important. It's almost like he's not running in terror at all!]
scenario two; [Getting lost in the woods had definitely not been part of the plan.]
[Then again, Cain had also expected that the forest would make some kind of sense. A path that operated on the simple idea of traversing from Point A to Point B, for example. Even in the best of times, forests are among his least favorite kind of terrain to travel—even if a tree or a bush could give him cover, it also gave others cover, too. He had very little experience with hiding in it compared to deserts and caverns and cities, but a whole lot of experience with things eager and able to kill him.]
[When he hears someone coming, Cain freezes in place, and listens. Holds his breath and really strains to hear. Are they friend or foe? Sneaking up or merely approaching blindly?]
[Cain decides to hedge his bets and hope that they might be of use. He adjusts his posture and expression to express an open and earnest type of kindness. Trustworthy, even, if you're the sort to trust random strangers you meet in a creepy forest.]
Ciaphas Cain | Warhammer 40,000
[Waking up somewhere unfamiliar was one thing; not a good thing, mind you, but it was a situation that Cain had dealt with before. That he awoke to humans who seemed concerned with his well-being was a little encouraging, but not much. Any sense of ease he may have felt immediately evaporated when he began asking where on Perlia he was, and was told in return that they weren't. Nor were they in the "Imperium" he asked about right after. That set him on high alert. Despite his surging panic, Cain cheerfully excused himself as soon as was polite. He absolutely noticed that they were happy to see him go.]
[He'd pocketed the pamphlets, assuming that they were nothing more than reading material meant for amusement's sake (not that he generally did much reading), and set about trying to orient himself and calm down. His top priority was to find some form of ally or safe haven, until he could contrive a way back to the Imperium.]
[Aware as he is that he is in a world full of heretics that looked at him with a mixture of fear and pity, it's he isn't surprised when he sees someone who has changed. It's a familiar feeling, but it's still terror. Cain is rooted in place long enough to get spotted—but that doesn't stop him from bolting.]
[Rarely ever does a man charging for "safety" look so effortlessly gallant and important. It's almost like he's not running in terror at all!]
scenario two;
[Getting lost in the woods had definitely not been part of the plan.]
[Then again, Cain had also expected that the forest would make some kind of sense. A path that operated on the simple idea of traversing from Point A to Point B, for example. Even in the best of times, forests are among his least favorite kind of terrain to travel—even if a tree or a bush could give him cover, it also gave others cover, too. He had very little experience with hiding in it compared to deserts and caverns and cities, but a whole lot of experience with things eager and able to kill him.]
[When he hears someone coming, Cain freezes in place, and listens. Holds his breath and really strains to hear. Are they friend or foe? Sneaking up or merely approaching blindly?]
[Cain decides to hedge his bets and hope that they might be of use. He adjusts his posture and expression to express an open and earnest type of kindness. Trustworthy, even, if you're the sort to trust random strangers you meet in a creepy forest.]
Hello! Is someone there?