[The image bounces a bit before being sat down on a fence somewhere, Undertaker leaning infront of it with a slight squinting of eyes. For once there wasn't hair hiding the upper half of his face, giving a clear view of that scar that ran across his face and over the opposite eye-- not to mention his eyes were such an odd yellowish-green color
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I can't be entirely sure. I remember you using them in a recent attack.. [Against himself, but again he couldn't remember why. Something was missing.]
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I can re-call, but this is more than the three I used. [Six or more are lined up there.. maybe more than six.]
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Oh my. I always suspected you had more though I didn't thik it was that many. Though now that you mention it, why would you have so many long white sticks in your clothing?"
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[Too bad he didn't tell you about those throwing knives he has now, huh?]
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[Throwing knives wouldn't honestly bother him as much as those long grave markers]
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[It was with a movement of his wrist that one of those oddly shaped but sharp and well taken care of throwing knives slipped into his hand, holding it up so the light glinted off it.]
The only difference is I know how I acquired these.
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Recognizing the outside area at least he knew where to find him and brought Lady into the open where she could get a bit of air, that is as long as she stayed within the perimeter and out of harms way]
Mm, what a sharp blade.
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[It was a little strange how easily he allowed the other five to slip into his hand from within that sleeve, fanning them out to be looked over by the demon.
Each one eas sharp.] They were made for cutting through flesh.
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[Sebastian roamed his gaze over the glinting weapons, watching each one slip into his hand with ease. He moved a hand out to pluck one, not caring if it was rude or not] Similar to my own except not having to be modified.
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They had many, and likely weren't their own. [Shrug.
He lets Sebastian take one, sliding the rest back into his sleeve where they had been tucked away. There was some other reason that he took the trade that he really could hardly re-call now.]
Why do you carry silverware on you?
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[He feels over the edge slowly, giving a dull blink at the sharpness slightly slitting his skin but not all the way through to bleed. He hadn't pressed hard as it was not his intention. So the blade was worth the trade at least even if for, yes, pork fodder]
I haven't the idea save for perhaps added weapondry should my other knives cease to return to me.
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[POOOOORK FOOODDERRRRR. Undertaker had the grave marker propped over a shoulder once all but the one knife Sebastian had were tucked away safely.]
You can keep that one if you like it.
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[POoooooork Fooooooodder. He eyes on the grave marker, feeling a sense of deja vu at the way he held it]
How generous of you. [Why was he thinking about a catch. He watched his finger start to heal, not caring for the slight sting that mirrored the former cut]
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[Fingers drummed against the long bit of wood as he kept it propped, waving his sleeve a little at the demon.]
I'm not the one who throws knives, after all~
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[In a way, he was mocking someone little, but he couldn't quite place his finger on it]
But the knives aren't just for long range for me.
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[Little dismissive wave as he moves that marker, twirling it again as he watched it for a moment. There was something different in the weight of this one compared to the others.
Curious.]
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