voice

[selfloyalty]

How wonderful it was, being attacked by my own roommate in the supposed safety of my apartment.

[sarcasm. so much sarcasm.

and there's a reason why she took the time to make this voice. it's because she doesn't exactly look ~presentable~]

I suppose I would have bled to death had it not been for...well-timed help. And this does explain the teeth...

[she's trailing off, but easily sets herself back on track and her voice is firm.]

I doubt I will be the last of these attacks. Keep an eye out, fellow transports, there is a beast with a penchant for lances lurking about. He may be young, but he is strong enough to render a door practically useless, and apparently unable to discern friend from foe.

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[hornedomen]

[He did not answer her question yet because seriously, what.]

You mean Martin Darkov? [She did mention teeth.]

But he couldn’t do that, he’s sick.

[selfloyalty]

Seeing as the other Martin has not been around for a few months now, yes. Martin Darkov.

[a noise. YOU CALLING HER A LIAR, KID?]

It could not have been anyone else.

[hornedomen]

[Ico became quiet and thoughtful for a long pause. Martin’s illness must have worsened.]

He had medicine. Did he use it all?

[selfloyalty]

He had...what?

Why did no one inform me of this?

[hornedomen]

He told me he had medicine when his teeth were falling out. But he wasn’t sure if it would work. It must have become worse.