And in this corner, weighing 16 stone... (OTA who wants to fight him)

Mar 20, 2015 20:14

(ooc: The fight with Martin comes first, all others happen after that)

Khan had felt no small amount of aggression earlier in the day. Fortunately his self-control was such that it had been safely vented on paper targets long since shredded. Or at least he felt he'd safely vented it. The shopkeepers may have felt differently, or perhaps their own ( Read more... )

khan, sauron/annatar, streets, thrall!plot

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annatar_s March 21 2015, 03:27:01 UTC
Am tagging here but leaving his post up. It took too long for me to be able to post for him and I don't want to remove all my efforts. For some reason, your post didn't show up until after I had posted mine. Go fig.

Annatar had not dressed in his usual fine attire, choosing only shirt, trousers, and boots. Yes, they were expensive-looking and well made, but not his usual silk doublets. He wasn't wearing any jewelry at all.

He just couldn't decide what to do with himself. He'd woken (!) feeling not right with anything and that Man walking down the street looked entirely too self-satisfied for his own good. Sad, pathetic human.

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savagery_wanted March 21 2015, 04:01:06 UTC
(ooc: Looks like I happened to tag in while you were writing your post is all...)

Khan, in turn, measured Annatar, weighing his visible advantages and potential weaknesses. It was a matter of course for the ex-dictator, but usually he was more circumspect about it.

Today, for some reason, he didn't give a damn who knew he was measuring people up.

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annatar_s March 21 2015, 05:12:17 UTC
Annatar was used to people looking at him. His clothing was unusual, beautiful, and expensive and his jewels were unique. Then there was his height, his beauty, his earns, and his very long hair. He noticed the self-satisfied one looking and raised a perfect eyebrow.

"What are you looking at?"

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savagery_wanted March 21 2015, 14:32:22 UTC
"Someone else who's feeling a little over-sensitive, apparently," Khan said calmly.

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wanttobeaplane March 21 2015, 16:41:12 UTC
Martin steps out of the shop, fuming. Unbelievable! Those accusations thrown at him, the staff nearly kicked him out the door! Him! Isn't he always the perfect gentleman?!

He kicks at the next best stone and, as he observes its flight, he spots that Khan guy and everything clicks into place. The man who looks weirdly like Martin, at least his face does.

"You! Just who do you think you are?!" Not a way he usually addresses people, especially not ones physically superior, but today, logical thought and caution aren't foremost on his mind.

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savagery_wanted March 21 2015, 16:54:00 UTC
"We've established this, Martin. My name is Khan," he replied in that deadpan expression and tone he always used. "Why, have you forgotten who and where you are?"

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wanttobeaplane March 21 2015, 17:31:16 UTC
Martin walks briskly over to where Khan is standing and glowers... well, up at him.

"You seem to think you can get away with just any behaviour! But I've had it up to here," not that 'here' is all that high when you're Martin Crieff, "with being held responsible for your bad manners!"

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savagery_wanted March 21 2015, 18:06:24 UTC
"My bad manners..." Khan said it like a statement. "Beg pardon, milord." He maintained the deadpan delivery, but somehow though it didn't change a whit, it now oozed sarcasm. "But who just walked up to whom and insulted them?"

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