Leaving For Now. *OTA*

[time_schizo]

He had lingered a lot longer than he had planned, but Martini was finding it harder to leave than he had initially planned. The fact so many were just willing to forgive and forget was agitating, but at the same time relieving. But everywhere he turned Martini was assaulted by the ghosts of the pasts. Here was the kitchen where he had broken Tandy’

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[watch_the_nails]

Victor frowned as he noticed Martini moving quietly along one of the hallways. He was often up at night, patrolling the large house and the grounds, and he watched the man cautiously; he'd not spoken with Martini since they'd shared their contempt about the younger mutants, and the man seemed different now. Subdued. Hell, something had to have changed, else he wouldn't have been walking around the mansion again in the first place.

"You're leavin' already?" he murmured, stepping out from one of the shadows to speak to him. If Martini didn't know better, he'd have said there was a hint of disappointment in Victor's voice. "But... we ain't even had a chance to do any of that stuff yet..."

[time_schizo]

Martini almost walked right into the giant bear of a man. He'd forgotten just how large Victor was. Flashes of the conversation he'd had with the man ran through his mind. In retrospect, they now horrified him. But worse yet, there was a part of him that still was eager to join the feral mutant in causing chaos. Mark wondered if that vicious part would ever go away, or if it had always been within him.

He just shrugged his shoulders, eyes downcast to the floor. "I've worn out my welcome here. I need to move on." There wasn't really much more he could say. His eyes looked back up, sadness mingled in with hope. "Cheer up, Vic. I'll be back someday. Can't leave you here playing babysitter all by your lonesome forever, can I?"

[watch_the_nails]

That brought a smile to the feral's face. He grinned, giving a loud purr at the man's words; he still wasn't sure exactly why Martini was wandering the mansion, and he didn't know the exact details as to what had happened with the kidnap and rescue situation, but he sure as hell did know that when he'd spoken to the man about the havoc they'd take pleasure in causing together, he'd sounded utterly genuine.

"Hell no," he smirked, giving Martini a good, solid pat on the shoulder. "Listen up, man. You ever wanna come back in here, raise some hell... the back door's always open, you got it? I'm in charge of security around here, an', well... if anythin' happens, I wanna be a part of it."

[time_schizo]

Martini was more than just a little freaked out by the fact the feral man was actually purring, even more so than by the overly long canines that showed when he smiled. He decided to conveniently withhold the information that he had no intention of ever causing trouble for the house's inhabitants again, smiling back at the other man. Having Victor as a potential ally was not something he was about to waste. "If anything's going to happen, you'll be the first one to know about it."

Mark was no fool, and he filed away in his head the idea that Victor could be swayed by the thought of creating violence. If anyone else showed up wanting to do the house harm, it would be interesting to see which allegiance the feral aligned himself with. It solidified the idea in his head that he would be coming back, if for no other reason than to keep an eye on Victor.