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[onehundredbeers]

[Nathan's a rather common fixture in the pub by now; he's usually there regardless of the time, drinking himself to death without a care in the world.

It's where he is now, though he isn't drinking for once. He is sitting at the bar though, turning something over in one of his hands. Closer inspection reveals it to be a long dagger, one kept in good condition.

He stops turning it over to grip it in his hand. He brings the blade to the palm of his left hand, and drags it along his skin. The dagger easily cuts through and blood begins to flow from the cut. Nathan stares blankly at it, with a look of being not quite there.

That look passes though, and he wipes his bleeding hand on his jeans as if it's nothing. He pays no mind to the small pool of blood that has accumulated, even as he drags the tip of the dagger through it.]

Fucking badass dagger. Totally glad I stole this thing. Totally.


((OOC: See this link for further information on the dagger.))

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i cannot believe I'm doing this. You're horrible. :|

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[Marta sees the blood from a distance, gasps and rushes over.]

Are you alright?! Here, hold on, let me help you! [She clasps her hands together and begins casting a healing spell.]

My mission is complete.

[onehundredbeers]

[Nathan is distracted from playing with his pointy toy to stare at Marta.]

Huh? What the fuck are you talking about...?

[Nathan Explosion status: confus

He's pretty sure he's not in need of help wut???]

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[Of course you're in need of help, you're bleeding!! She finishes the spell, and Nathan's cut closes. All better~

She opens her eyes, smiling faintly. Of course, she can't help but notice that dagger... She stares at it half blankly, half curiously as she speaks to him.]

There. What happened? Are you hurt anywhere else?

[onehundredbeers]

[He stares for a minute before he notices the small pool of blood. Oh. That must be what she's talking about.]

Oh, uh, I must've cut my hand or something open, I dunno. I was sort of spacing out thinking about shit. I'm fine.

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[She just nods. Normally, she would probably protest loudly about him cutting himself, and how he should be more careful, and basically be all fussy... but that dagger has definitely caught her eye, so much so that she really just doesn't want to look away from it right now.]

Um... where did you get that?

[onehundredbeers]

[Nathan suddenly narrows his eyes and tightens his grip on the dagger.]

Why the fuck do you care?

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[Glare!!]

I was just asking! No need to get so defensive about it!

[onehundredbeers]

[He doesn't loosen up his grip. He's onto you, little suspicious teenage girl.]

You wouldn't have asked if you didn't have a fucking interest. Do you just go up to everybody and ask them where they got their shit?