Thread: The Emerald Estate (GrinningGentleman x Poppy)

Martin's expression didn't change with the little firecracker's witty whips of banter. She was right to think she'd hurt him. Martin was hurting, and he couldn't hide that entirely. But eventually, she'd learn that achieving that, wasn't something to be proud of. Rather, something to fear. He grunted lightly a single time, a smirk across his face, as she explained the recoil of the Desert Eagle. He didn't add any note, knowing very well how the Eagle worked. And every other kind of gun his Family peddled. Her compliment didn't alter his posture, however, and the smirk disappeared almost as quickly as it arrived. So she definitely knew who the Emerald Serpant was, and even complimented the Family for their steady, solid service. At least she knew quality, when she saw it, so she couldn't be as dumb, as her attitude currently pointed towards. There was something about the crazy woman in his room, that spiked something else than Martin's anger. Her giggle. Her smile, and banter, in the face of adversity. Her reaction to pain. Speaking with the collar he put on her, had to be quite uncomfortable, but -still- she was jabbering on? Even the way she'd handled Emma. Even though she'd crossed a line then, he.. Liked it. That, was probably the root of much frustration at this time, causing his anger to boil as powerful as it was. Not knowing. He grinned lightly, where she'd be able to see his face if looking to the side, while her cheek was being ground into the table by a hand grabbing and holding her hair. He didn't need to beat up a woman, but he definitely enjoyed to. He wanted to say this, but that sentence didn't come out, because she didn't stop there. Martin's face seemed to freeze, before very slowly turning cold. Near the wall, Ercik sighed softly, closing his eyes as he itched his forehead with two fingers, leading his other hand to his ear, turning his head. Martin's cold face remained for a few moments, before he groaned, upper lip jumping a few times, before reaching behind his back with his left hand. His right hand moved from her hair, and onto her ear, flattening out his palm, to muffle her hearing. From the back of his belt, he pulled a almost shining silver Magnum .44. There weren't much detail on it, but the carving of a Serpant down the barrel, twirling around it. She didn't have much time to admire these details, however, as he tapped the tip of the barrel against the table, not far from her face, before razing it slightly off of the table, and pulling the trigger. If she wasn't smart, or quick enough, to close her eyes, and even still, white spots would sting her retina because of the intensity of the explosive release. The sound roared through the room, like standing next to a thunder crack, nearly deafening everyone who didn't cover their ears. The ringing, however, was impossible to avoid, now pinging against Vivian, as well as Martin's heads. The bullet had easily punched through the hard mahogany table, and into the flooring bellow. It punched so hard, that the table hardly splintered backwards and up, leaving Vivian's pretty face in the clear of that. Martin's arm hardly pulled back, even with the massive recoil of the weapon of choice, tapping the tip of the barrel down on the table again, waiting a few seconds to let the ringing dim. After those seconds, he moved the barrel of the Magnum to Vivian's temple, the heat from the barrel probably quite uncomfortable against her skin, as he pressed it hard down on her. As he did, he moved his hand, to place it on the table by her side, lowering his face over Vivian. I think I finally got a point across here.. You have a big mouth, I'll give you that, but you aren't stupid. Everyone has a line. And if you've heard.. Anything. About the Es of Emerald Serpant, you'll know that I'm a fucking madman. And -you- of all people should know, not to cross a mad person's line. He started, his voice as emotionless as his face. He slowly lowered himself over Vivian, so his lips got closer to her ear, as he continued, malice growing in his voice. You had your fun with Em. She doesn't mind talking about.. Him. But I sure as fucking hell do.. He didn't touch me, but the degenerate tried. Martin continued explaining, the barrel still tensed against Vivian's temple, the heat just now having dwindled to no longer be uncomfortable. But what I did to him, will be fucking sunshine with a scent of lilacs, compared to what I'll do to you, if you ever mention that monster again. And I'm not an idiot. I'm not wasteful, and you're a good piece of ass. I might even grow to like your spark! But, in my house, you -never- talk about my Uncle, or I'll see that the rats will be the only thing, to every enjoy your taste again. Martin's voice had turned to a light growl at this point, as he pressed the barrel a little harder against her temple. If anything. Did -that- fucking sober you up, and did you understand? He questioned, not flinching in the lightest, his face now where she could see it. The little emotion that had started showing in Martin's voice, had made it very clear where the line was. She'd probably do wisely, not to mention the Hansen siblings Uncle, in Martin's presence, again. Erick placed a finger on his other ear now, clicking a button as he started speaking. No clean-up needed.. -Yet-. But keep Natalia on stand-by. It was clear from his voice, that he didn't expect the Vermilion Princess to ever wisen up on this matter. To step too hard on Martin's foot, and mention the Uncle again.