Spren of Kindness
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Me: finds makeup that I haven't worn in literal months.
Me: Imma turn myself into a bird.
I now have Kyoshi Warriors/bird-esque eyeliner.
I look awesome.
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Guys, I'm gonna do something wild.
I'm gonna watch My Hero Academia on the couch, while eating my dinner, because my family's not here and so: (Solo: A Star wars Story, L3 quote) REBELLION!
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Martin walks onto the boat and perches on the railing. -
Martin studies the building silently. It almost reminds him of Serbia, in a way. Weird. It's nothing like Serbia. If anything, it's more like the Saharan base.
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"So you need someone to infiltrate," Martin says.
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"Yes, a spren, yes, I'm on Scadrial, I'm a hugspren, no, and I don't know!" Kindness smiles. "I could feel your presence in the Cognitive Realm, so I came to find out what's going on."
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Kindness goes through the portal, shaking her fist at the Shades. It does nothing to them.
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"Generally, anyone who is controlling another person needs to be stopped," Martin says, walking onto the deck and leaning against the wall. He's found a hair tie somewhere, and his red hair is braided neatly.
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Kindness hovers awkwardly, cheering on her friends. "You can do it! Stab those ghosties!"
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Martin accepts a bowl and continues to sit on the counter, watching the room silently.
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"Don't anger the doctors," Martin advises, toying with his orange peel. "They always get their way."
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"Usually what people say when I appear. Something about 'disturbing the peace' and 'bringing chaos with you'."
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"Thanks." Martin crosses the kitchen in two long strides and hoists himself onto the countertop, grabbing an orange and peeling it. "And by the way, my apologies, I know my arrival was probably weird and inconvenient."
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"Sure. YTP usually just throws supplements at me, but fruits work."
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"Oh, give me a second." He glances at the metallic sleeve wrapped around his left wrist. "Yeah... Got anything with a high carbohydrate content? Otherwise I'm going to pass out because I'm not in the right shape to deal with what you just said. I'd much prefer to freak out about that on my own later. " Is that one of those things that Jaya says is 'messed up'? He doesn't think so.
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"Oh." Well, that explains some things. Different universe. This is Reese's brand of unbelievable. Not his. "Well, that's good to know."
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"Scadrian? No. Where's that?"
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Martin nods absently, wishing Jaya could have come on this mission. The doctor is the best at talking to people. Reese is good, but like Martin, she's blunt. "It's nice to meet you, Q. What ocean are we on?" Making conversation is how you get to know people. Right?
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Interesting, an ocean then? Certainly not where he started. "And your name is?" He hates this part of a mission. Being clueless is dangerous.
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He doesn't know, Martin thinks, breathing as steadily as possible. His ribs still hurt from Serbia, he notes idly. Fadran doesn't know what he's done. Fresh start. He can do this.
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Martin smiles grimly. "I'm not special ops for nothing." Montreal falling, burning. Reese on the ground outside the desert stronghold. "I'm in."
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"That's fine. I know the feeling."
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Martin laughs, unable to stop. He know he looks crazy right now, but it's not inaccurate, now is it? "I'm sorry. You don't... oh. I'm so sorry. My eyes got turned the wrong color. They shouldn't be this... shade." He gestures at his irises, an ice-blue almost white. "There was some unwanted gene manipulation, and while the other effects are just fine, I don't like seeing this in the mirror."
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Martin determinedly squashes the tiny bubble of hope that's trying to form. "Well then. How about this. I help you with this base thing, you help me get my eyes back."
