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apostatised) wrote2008-09-08 12:18 am
apostatised) wrote2008-09-08 12:18 am
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[log] and we'll learn politics and some new party tricks
New York is as easy to get to as about anywhere is when your main method of getting around is teleportation (every time he uses the pinpoint, Martel puts 'stables' higher on his mental priority list of necessary projects). He doesn't even argue the point about changing his clothes for the outing, even if he does spend altogether too much time fastidiously pulling at his cuffs and fixing his collar.
All in good time, he ushers Candice into the 'establishment' Ethan gave him details of, standing out about as much as a 6'3" man of military and noble bearing with long white hair tends to regardless of what he's dressed in.
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Plus, if someone else talks, he can drink.
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Martel spreads his hands, and...then takes a drink, because it's that kind of topic. He's fairly open about this--but outside the nexus people prefer explanations that don't sound totally alien to them, and he's never been a wildly forthcoming person.
Thus 'fairly open' leaves him a lot of leeway for casual misdirection and evasive secrecy.
"Ah. I was excommunicated from the Elene Church when I was a young man, among other things." He doesn't look much past his mid-thirties--if that--but he carries himself with at least another decade's experience on it. "It left me in something of a bad temper."
That is the most toned down version of that story in the entire world.
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"Now, of course," Candice supplies to Ethan, innocently, "he's always in the best of moods."
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"It's a gift," Martel replies blandly. (He ought to be grateful, really, considering.) "Death has an amazing calming effect."
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She laughs at that, quietly. "Most of the dead I've met would disagree with you."
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"Ah, well. Far be it from me to speak for anyone else."
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"The wandering dead are different, generally," she muses, "Not a lot of people are content without a physical body--which you've got, Martel, that might help."
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It's different for everyone, it seems.
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"I did, and I do know, yes." Martel shifts, making himself more comfortable--Ethan's question probably saves Candice some sly remarks about her contentment with his physical body, perhaps we can count that as the day's good deed. "Though I can't explain the how and the why." He taps the side of his glass, thoughtfully. "Yet."
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Candice is so glad, because it would be embarrassing for everyone if she had to smack Martel in the middle of this friendly establishment.
"Life and death's always a hell of a project," she notes, wryly.
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Martel snorts into his glass.
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"I'm not married to him yet. I was under the impression that was a state that occurred after the wedding."
And then she smiles, nicely, at Martel.
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Martel is willing to concede (if only to himself) that he probably had that coming. He tips his glass obligingly for the toast. "We have ourselves a while yet of heavenly bodies, then."
(Hit him, Candice.)
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She does, totally casually, as if she's very used to doing this. "Only traditional in some ways. Others aren't so practical."
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"And a nuisance when it doesn't," Martel finishes, pleasantly.
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"That," she says, decisively, "was the most difficult part of Catholicism."
She dealt with the repression okay (in as much as repression is ever okay), but all those restrictions in times of crisis? Pain in the ass.
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Oh, but the man... is quick on some things.
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"Gods bless the adaptable," Martel comments neutrally.
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"I'm sure it's still a part of Catholicism, for those who adhere to its rules more thoroughly," Candice smiles, "To be more accurate."