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[After being a doll for some time, and finding Kohal sprawled out in a hallway... He's getting used to the rooms in this place. For once he hasn't killed anyone, nor has he been creeping people out. Owl did have the pleasure of hearing about other people dieing around the nexus, so what better to do than keep track of the death toll in the Nexus-- Perhaps this will help keep him a little bit more sane if he keeps to himself.

Currently, he is writing down names of people that either met him, kohal, or Osan... Then he could just put a strike next to anyone who have died.

~Jane~. |
Little Eskimo Boy. |
White haired Cyborg. |

Unfortunately, he doesn't know everyone's names.]

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[He sits cross-legged against the wall and picks up Osan gently, holding her in his lap as he delicately pulls back clothing and rubs his hand over her scars.]

This stitching is very professional, and the cuts appear almost surgical in their precision. These parts appear fresh--when did you harvest them? How do you keep them looking so new?

[He looks up, a genuine smile on his face.]

I love it. Humanity don't deserve such a masterpiece. I also specialize in it's manipulation, although not as creatively as you do.

[He takes her hand and kisses it gently.]

What's her name?

[He's watching his doll, closely. Each movement, each time his fingertips even came close to touching that skin, and the moment that his hand acctually came in contact with her skin. His fingers still picked at the skin around his knuckles. Owl knows what he could do holding his doll, his partner.

Moving to speak he was cut off by Pain's question.]

It's... A secret.

[It seems his hand started bleeding, without even noticing. How odd, yet he keeps picking at where he had opened a wound. Then came an unintentional small laugh making him shift awkwardly.]

Osan...

[Eventually he puts the doll down, arranging her as if she were a live girl sitting down for lunch.]

A secret? Intriguing.

[He notices the bleeding, and he licks his lips.]

You seem nervous. Do you want that...cleaned up?

[He takes Owl's hand and licks a drip of the blood away, staining his lips red.]

[He was never comfortable with any Pain being that close to him, attempting to step back he felt his hand being seized by the person that had killed him before. Well, not the same pe-- What was he doing?

It seems he lost his train of thought momentarily, his eyes widening behind tinted goggles. Did he just?]

Ahhaha....

[He couldn't form any proper words, but he was surprised at the sudden sting of Pain licking the blood away from his hand. Kohal's voice could be faintly heard in the corner 'Don't forget who he is'. Such words he wished he could have heard clearer.]

[He looks up from Owl's hand, red now dripping from his mouth.]

Something wrong?

[He turns Owl's palm over and kisses it, leaving a crimson smudge on it.]

Do you wish for me not to appriciate your daring work and darling body?

[He curls close to Owl, and whispers.]

Do I really frighten you that much?

[He is not respecting Owl's personal space at all.]

Don't worry, I would not destroy such an exquisite artist as yourself. We shapers of human flesh must respect each other~

I--

[He's easily distracted, being put in the shoes of the women he would constantly sweet talk until they were charmed enough for him to make a move. With this situation it was his personal space being destroyed with each movement closer. If he kept trying to keep some personal space he'd find himself at a wall, with the only exit being the door. Sad.]

Being cautious is different from being scared.

[Owl was just lying through his teeth, out of all the people here Pain did frighten him. Pain was the only one who had killed him, so, yes the man that happened to be a whole foot taller than him did scare him.]

Oh, just nerves?

[He can sense Owl's fear. He likes it. He'd like to bottle it for cold nights when he's alone so that he could get drunk off of it. Pain is being as predatory as he can to get Owl to...to ally with him. He is terribly impressed by Osan, after all. And what better way than through fear and flattery?]

Don't worry, I am not him. You will only be touched in a way befitting a living piece of art such as yourself.

[He means it.]

A fitting match for your dolls, the living third to their deathly duo. It has a poetry to it, no?

[And he kisses Owl's tiny wrist.]

[Owl can honestly say he's never been scared of anything until this moment. This person before him, touching his wrist after he touched his work.. This man was terrifying. He couldn't say that about anyone before, he had seen death-- He had lived through death, preyed on the death of people weaker than him just so he could 'help' his partners. Yet, with every movement he could feel the stings of hornets against his skin, he still remembers the pain.]

Living Art..?

[It's not easy to trust someone who looks like the exact carbon copy of the man who had killed him, but he had a certain je ne sais quoi about him. Owl couldn't put his finger on it yet, but it was something strange. Perhaps it was all the complements, he couldn't help but feel flattered.]

What exactly are you offering?

[That was.. If Pain was offering something. Owl watched his movements closely, almost ready to pull his wrist back once he felt Pain's lips press against his skin.]

A marble statue with life breathed into him; a Pygmalion almost as unreally beautiful as his twin Galateas. Your body almost matches your mind in it's delicate, entwined beauty.

[He likes a man with a mind that could carve women into dolls so easily. And Owl is a very pretty man; almost as much as Fury was before the spaceship.]

[Of course, it helps that Pain is a sociopath with a gift for flattery. It lures his prey in nicely, whther they're prospective allies or clueles targets.]

I want an allience. Join me and my comrades in taking over this place. You'll have a steady supply of materials for your dolls; all I need is information and some help in the skirmishes that will ensue.

And maybe...

[He lets go of his hand and bows to him, eyes curling up to meet Owl's.]

...sometime, we can discuss the human body in greater detail. I know a lot of tricks you may like~

[AKA He wants to show Owl his torture tricks. :3 Aaaaand maybe a little more... >3]

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