Re: Caius and Vex
He looked like a man who would just be named ‘Vex,’ didn’t he? Like some aged rock star. Caius’s thick brows lifted at the rest of it, though he couldn’t immediately disbelieve anything, could he? Prophets in a house full of witches and psychic gypsies and familiars, why not? At least he’d been right about Vex being the neighbor. “Mmhmm, I’m a witch,” he confirmed, finding it weirdly liberating to say it out loud to someone he didn’t know. But then again, everything felt pretty damn good at the moment. “What kinda prophet are you? You’re not here to peddle Jesus, are you? Won’t have much luck with this crowd.” Caius half-grinned a little, dark eyes on Vex as he took a drink.
Vex laughed at that because the idea of him being one of those Jesus freaks was just that; laughable. "Nah, my god doesn't have a name or any clear mission for spreading. Either you know it or you don't, it doesn't mind either way." Vex wasn't even sure what his god was. He saw fields of flesh that stretched out beneath everyone's perception of reality, its angel representative a demonic looking pegasus. It made sense to Vex because to him gods shouldn't make sense to mortal beings. He only really felt like he understood it when he was very high and even that was no guarantee for clarity. "I just follow my visions and try to connect the dots as best as I can."
Caius didn’t often make people who weren’t Reagan laugh, so that was refreshing. He didn’t think he’d ever heard someone call ‘their’ god an ‘it’ before, and his eyes narrowed curiously at Vex. “Visions, huh?” he asked. “You some kind of psychic, then? Premonitions?” By their very nature, psychics made Caius kind of uneasy, but he was feeling no pain at the moment, so it didn’t bother him. Seeing the future was different than reading people’s minds anyway.
Vex had to think about that because he was never fully clear on what his visions did for him. Mostly they seemed to be events currently happening - just elsewhere. Like a live feed through hidden cameras directly linked to his brain - or more accurately, his eyes. "It's a deep connection," he said slowly, narrowing his eyes as he thought about it. "To places and things and I am still working out the details of their significance." Had he ever seen things that had yet to happen? It was hard to deduct, his visions were so chaotic and they didn't exactly have a time stamp on them. The ones he knew the exact timing of were only a handful and those seemed to have happened in real time. "I suppose farsight is a good name for it."
None of that really made sense to Caius, but that didn’t bother him. If he’d been sober he would’ve had more probing questions, to try and suss out what the man could do. How he might be useful in the future. But at the moment, Caius couldn’t care less. It was interesting for purely curious reasons. “Who can even say what’s significant,” he mused, pushing off the wall a bit to stand up straighter. Caius gave Vex a friendly thump on the upper arm, which was another thing he never did. “Good luck figurin’ it all out. We all need all the, uh ... insight we can get, yeah?”
"You're damn right we do," Vex drawled, narrowing his eyes again as he observed the smaller man. They did need all the insight they could get and while he didn't know Caius maybe he could be useful. "Random question, do you know anyone at the American Research Facility?" He wasn't sure he got the name right, a little drunk and absent minded as he was but how many fucking American Research things could there be in one small town?
That was random, and it stopped Caius from starting to move around Vex to go to the bathroom. He still had to piss. But it was a strange enough question to catch his attention before he’d taken much of a step. “Uh ... huh,” Caius muttered, his brow furrowing with thought. “It sounds kinda familiar? But I dunno what it is or anybody connected, no.” In the circles Caius often found himself in, he heard a lot of things, and something about that rang a bell, but it wasn’t anything he’d ever paid attention to. “Why?”