#A Stuttering Deity Of Death {Martin Interactions}

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Starter for @crew-from-capulet​

He knew it was rude to stare.

Even if Martin had not learned all the human ways yet, not even sure that he would ever pick up on some of those more subtle details that humans seemed to be so good at, he knew that the most basic of respect and decency was that you did not stare at people.

Though to be completely fair, Martin also did not know if that courtesy extended into the spirit world, because that much he was sure of that he was looking at.

Well one spirit and one not spirit.

“D-Do you know?”

Spoke before he had time to think about it. Usually he tried not to get involved, at least not too much. Spirits came to him if they noticed what he was and if they needed him. This one seemed to be lingering around the other though, and it sparked some curiosity.

“I’m so s-sorry. I didn’t m-mean to pry, or...Well I-I know I seem weird or crazy b-but...Do you know that a spirit is a-around?”

He was prepared to be looked at like he was crazy. Would not be the first time. Nor would it be the last time.

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❛ you’re a weapon and weapons don’t weep. ❜ - pinhead to martin OHOH OH ilu banana

@amurderof-crows

"That....Is a horrible view to have on beings."

Once in a while there came along something that was so stunning to Martin's own mind, that the unsure stuttering of his voice was cut away, and this was one such moment. Standing there looking at the other being with a slight tilt to his head, almost like a confused dog would, not sure he was able to understand the mindset of the words he just heard.

"Why in the w-world would that be something to state? No one is j-just a weapon. I am certainly NOT a weapon. I am whatever I-I myself want to be."

A part of him was....Insulted? Fearful?

Martin knew what he himself could do, what he could be. What he had been for a long time. But why did this person say it like he knew?

"I will never be a weapon. Who even are you?"

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@voxvulgi​

He hated it. This was the reason he had left his old life, why he escaped from his old work. He did not want to have to take someones life. He wanted to save them. Wanted to spare people from the touch of death, even knowing that he was in fact that same thing.

Standing next to the woman who was barely breathing, every breath a pained labor, Martin stood quietly watching a short while, debating in his head.

He knew there was nothing that could take this pain away. He could tell she would not live for long, but it would be a painful time.

Walking up towards her slowly, one of his hands grabbing the woman’s, voice very calm, probably the calmest and most comforting sounding he has ever sounded like.

No stutter, no hesitation.

“Your child is safe. And well. And his father is happy for him. And will stay with him.”

There is just the slightest whispers of black smoke coming from the collar on his hospital jacket, placing his other hand on the woman’s forehead, the slight darkness flowing from his hand as well.

It’s easy to miss.

“It will be alright.”

Comfort. It’s the best he can give right now. It’s rare that he ever does this now days. Taking a life instead of healing it. It’s never something he has enjoyed. He did it for so long that it was still a second nature in movement, but the emotional turmoil that it brought him was something he hated.

Moving the hand down over the woman’s face, the life leaving said woman as she did, like he was collecting her last breathe. In some ways he did.

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@diviinitatis​

Why was he still there? Foolish hope probably. The man on the hospital bed as not in pain, so there was a foolish hope in Martin that maybe, just maybe, he would be able to save the mans life.

Even though he knew it would be a losing battle, he had tried everything he knew. Now it was just a comforting thing, knowledge for a dying person that he was not alone. Someone was there.

Ironic in who it was really.

Though he guessed he was not alone in it. It was almost a rare thing now that Martin felt something else there as well. Maybe he was just so used to being the only presence of death in some way there. It was so rare that it made his whole body tense up, glancing over to where he felt it coming from.

“....Foolish h-hope indeed..”

A mutter, more so to himself then anyone else. Foolish hope that someone could be saved even when he knew they could not.

The stutter was strong in this moment, nerves taking over the reaper. This was a strange meeting.

“I-Interesting seeing y-you here..”

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@crew-from-capulet | Continued

There was a look of deep thinking on his face after she claimed gravity was just a theory. He was confused, but that would probably mostly be from the fact that gravity was not something that he had looked into since started being in the human range.

“Oh....T-that’s scary..”

Snapping out off it after a second, Martin looked over at the woman, head tilting slightly while looking her over. She looked like she needed more sleep. Both from the dark circles and the dazed expression.

“H-Hi. I’m Martin Winterwood.” Habit to always say full name, like that was the norm. “A-Are you okay?” Looking at the hand for a second, Martin slowly raised his own and grabbed it, giving it a shake.

He was really not used to interactions with people who were not patients.

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“If karma was coming back to you, would it help or hurt you?” - to Martin

@schxbetta​ | Deep Ass Sentence Starters

Turning towards where the question had been asked from, Martin raised a brow just slightly, looking over at the patient in the room, having to stop himself from looking around and seeing if someone else could answer that question.

Mostly because he did not know how to answer it honestly.

“…I-I don’t fully believe in that karma ever helps you.”

At least he had not seen it in someone, nor had he ever seen anything like that be. People who do good things still have horrible things happen to them.

“I feel it’s m-more of a…Wish people have. A hope that if they are good, good things w-will happen. An excuse to do good. What is the saying…..K-karma is a b-bitch?”

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crew-from-capulet Blade@Martin: “What if everything is just a coincidence? For instance: What if gravity doesn’t exist? Everything has just always coincidentally fallen to the ground.”

@crew-from-capulet | Deep Ass Sentence Starters

“W-what?”

Martin looked at the other with something akin of shock, not really having expected such a question at all, even less directed at him.

“I...I think there is s-science that proves gravity is a thing?”

The stutter was prominent in his voice, even though he tried to keep it at bay. Always such a nervous person, fidgety when chatting. Yet still had a very calming voice. So many patients always stated that.

“Why? Y-you wanna fly?”