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Post by Steinerman on Jul 13, 2012 17:01:25 GMT -5
"Nice place, Kent." Martin remarked casually. Honestly bewildered by the man's seeming kind and polite behavior. It set him on edge, but then again, he was an experienced combatant with a knack for coming out of suicidal situations alive. He didn't fear for his life, not at this moment, at least.
Still, random acts of kindness confused him. His family hadn't been known for it, the Elven syndicate where he'd been trained hadn't exactly been cruel, but they were efficient, and not big believers in random kindness. And the Korin? Well, not much kindness from the terrorists, either. His entire experience told him that when someone acted kind, they wanted something. And yet, his senses told him that wasn't the case, here.
Needless to say, his mind was sinking deeper and deeper into a profound state of confusion. "You say you came to visit family, are they out, right now? I'd rather not frighten them."
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Post by Darkrider on Jul 14, 2012 18:40:32 GMT -5
Kent shook his head. "They aren't here. I've rented this place for the time being before I head over to my parents house. Unless you're planning to stick around here, I'd doubt that you'd meet them." the man remarked as the doors opened to halls of light tan and turning fans. Here, Morgan took a left and walked a few doors down, before withdrawing a key card which he quickly inserted into the lock and slipped inside.
The interior of the room held a great neatness to it, an ambience that held to be true in actuality when Kent found the exact drawer he was looking for, full of medical supplies, to which he dispassionately yanked out some ointment and bandages, while calling out to the weretiger. "Take off your shirt."
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Post by Steinerman on Jul 16, 2012 1:07:41 GMT -5
"Little dry on the delivery." Martin noted with amusement, following behind Kent and feeling a little more like his usual self as his humor returned. "Though I imagine you don't often say it to anyone of the opposite sex, that'd definitely help." With a lithe movement he stripped off his polo, revealing a well-muscled torso, touched here and there by scars both large and small.
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Post by Darkrider on Jul 16, 2012 13:05:27 GMT -5
Kent's expression became one of utter deadpan. "If they're injured and need attention, then I won't bother with such petty details, male or female." With that and a small apologetic sigh, the human set to work. His hands applied disinfectant to the wounds, to which he disclaimed, "this may sting a little." Soon after, he applied ointment to the affected areas, and wrapped the rather bloody solution in bandages, his hands now stained with red, in a slightly tight fit. "Now, don't move excessively, or you'll open your wounds again. Give it time to heal, and lay low for awhile." By the time he said these words, he was already at the sink washing off his hands, and then set off to put all of his medical supplies back into the drawer from whence they came.
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Post by Steinerman on Jul 21, 2012 0:46:45 GMT -5
Martin gave a yip that sounded as though a howl and a high-pitched laugh had gotten all mixed together and exploded in one brief exclamation. "Lay low, me? Kent." He chided, as though speaking to an old friend. "If you've learned anything about me in our time together, do you take me for a man who will lie low?"
He shook his head, "Nay nay, don't answer that. I think we both know the answer. However, I am grateful. Your kindness is both surprising . . . and welcome." He added on with the barest hint of consternation, still internally confused about the entire "kindness to others" thing.
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Post by Darkrider on Jul 21, 2012 17:33:10 GMT -5
Kent sighed, partly in exasperation. "At least try to take decent care of yourself. Otherwise all my hardwork to get you patched up thus far would be a waste, and then I'd consider it a unworthy endeavor to repeat in the future." the human chided with a hint of a grin. "At any rate, where are you headed to, having arrived here on shore?"
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Post by Steinerman on Jul 23, 2012 0:36:34 GMT -5
Martin eyed the rip in his shirt with annoyance, but then shrugged and pulled it over his head and onto his torso. "Eh, headed?" He asked, buying time to think up an answer. The comment about arriving on shore was just a tad worrisome. He hadn't mentioned coming in on a boat.
"What makes you think I'm headed anywhere? There's at least thirty different women in this city that'd take me in in a heartbeat. That means thirty different beds I can lay my head down on. I could stay here quite a while, and not spend a coin." He found that when he worded things like that, most people tended to stop asking questions, disgusted by his behavior.
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Post by Darkrider on Jul 23, 2012 13:30:11 GMT -5
Kent narrowed his eyes slightly, and replied with a hint of sarcasm. "So all you do is travel and sleep around to your heart's content? What, do you take hand-to-hand combat lessons on the side as well?"
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Post by Steinerman on Jul 23, 2012 18:29:07 GMT -5
"Yep," Martin replied with a manic grin. "Besides, why take lessons on the side when you can just sleep with the instructor and get them for free?" He joked. In truth, his training had been nothing of the sort. The Elven Syndicate had spared no expense when it came to their wetwork specialists' training. He'd received a healthy dose of hand-to-hand from some of the finest human, Elf and even Orc combat instructors in the land.
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Post by Darkrider on Jul 25, 2012 3:11:35 GMT -5
Kent heaved a sigh. "It isn't wise to lie to a man who knows when you hide behind insanity to mask and intimidate others who know better. you have the capacity to kill, and it's for a reason. Nobody learns it on a whim, and criminals and murderers leave too many mistakes to the trained eye. Your skill when handling the sailor were flawless."
Inwardly, Morgan knew that calling out Martin's deception, should his assertions be right, could cause a lot more trouble then he was prepared for. This thought did not stop him from pursuing the truth, nor did he allow it to control his biases. He wanted to make sure who he could eventually face in the future, be it in the short term or long term.
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Post by Steinerman on Jul 26, 2012 22:31:35 GMT -5
"Technically I wasn't lying." Martin remarked, his tone turning slightly more serious. "Several female combat instructors have offered to train me, at no charge, after we've spent a few nights together." He ducked his head, surrendering the point. "But you are correct, my training is slightly more formal than that."
And now, he seemed a little miffed. "And I don't hide behind my insanity." He corrected with a modest shake of his head.
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Post by Darkrider on Jul 27, 2012 1:50:38 GMT -5
Kent's expression remained unapologetic.
"Regardless, I can still sense the difference. I may be off on details but I know to follow a hunch when I see one. I don't allow myself to believe in coincidences."
At this, the human let out a sigh. "Look, I'm not looking to pry, but it would at least be nice to know where to avoid where you're going. If you have to lie about why you're here, then I know that's a place I'd do well to stay away from, and we can both keep in relative peace with each other. So. Why are you here?"
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Post by Steinerman on Jul 27, 2012 22:43:00 GMT -5
"I already told you why I came here." Martin replied with a scoff. "For a whore."
"As to where I'm going, inland, to the glorious capitol city of Kallagulia. I hear it's lovely, this time of year." He shrugged expansively. "I doubt our paths would cross, though. You seem intent upon your family, and living life normally." He ended with a wink.
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Post by Darkrider on Jul 28, 2012 21:40:34 GMT -5
Kent, with an inward sigh, decided to drop the matter and opt instead for readied paranoia whenever he found himself around the weretiger.
"Yeah...I would like a bit of normality." the human admitted, with all truthfulness. He had no intention of living the life he currently found himself in. "Good luck, chasing tail in a place like that." The reply was edged with a hint of sarcasm, but he said nothing further on the issue. For all intents and purposes, there was little else that Kent could speak to Martin about.
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Post by Steinerman on Jul 28, 2012 22:07:54 GMT -5
Something inside Martin winced. The tiny, normal part of his brain berated him for scoffing at Kent. The man was decent, and yet Martin had done what he always did, drive others away with a mixture of outrageous behavior and flippant comments.
He sighed and shook his head, standing. Obviously, his welcome was just about worn out. "Well, then. I hope you have a normal stay, in this city." He said with a imp-ish half grin. "Your assistance was an unexpected and welcome addition to the day." He rolled his shoulders, testing the strength of the bandage. "But now, I'm imposing." And with that, he turned to leave.
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