I didn't ask you for any favors. I asked about the active status of a Velociraptor.
[ Because if the guy is going to be suspicious, Owen has every right to be, too. Articulate Ian may be, but that's certainly no reason to be overly trusting. ]
If anything, I'm doing you a huge favor, and then some. I'm about the only friendly face you're going to see on this island. The rest of the men here will want to strap you to a table and dissect you like a sixth grade science project.
Eating metal as easily as one might eat bread? Hardly so. Unless, of course, you'd like to include illusionists in traveling acting troupes, which I doubt you would.
I may be removed from her by millennia, but I’m no less a hunter. [ And he taps a finger to the side of his nose for emphasis. ] I’ll find her, provided she doesn’t find us first.
I’d like ta see some circus act do this. [ He holds up a hand, letting his cloak sip down this elbow. His hand, very much flash and bone, suddenly transforms into an iron spike. Welcome to the wonderful, if somewhat disturbing, world of dragon slayer magic, Dorian. ]
All I ask is that you have some mercy on the poor, blind Raptori should he accidentally smack you with his tail. [ “Accidentally”.
He heads further into the trees, pausing every now and then to get his bearings. It’s been a long while since the men who captured him carted him to the camp, but the scents are still lingering. Eventually they come to a large tree, and Ian shimmies up the trunk with surprising skill, vanishing into the branches. A few moments later, he drops back down to the ground, fully dressed, glasses secure on his face, a sword and a simple flintlock pistol hanging from his belt. ]
Considering I don’t know what a “helicopter” is, I’m going to say no.
This is about where the Old One and I parted ways. She headed that way. [ He points. ] We may have to do a little looking before I can pick up her trail, considering it’s been several days. Do you have any other snide comments to add or can we go?
[ Owen returns the gaze easily enough. He's stared down four a full-fledged Velociraptors and survived an Indominus Rex. He can certainly maintain eye contact with some short, near-sighted raptor hybrid with a weird shock of blonde hair. ]
I just feel responsible for her. That's all you need to know.
[ He keeps his gaze on the man a moment longer, looking for a hint of a lie. He finds none, and that seems to mollify him for the moment. ] She seemed to be fine when I ran into her. Let’s hope that after capturing me, those men abandoned their search for her.
I wouldn’t let anyone get close enough to touch me. Though, it’s difficult to say what they did to me while I was unconscious, but probably nothing more than “poking and prodding”, as you put it.
If they’d truly put me under the knife, I think things would have gone much differently.
[ You know, there was a time when Owen thought his life couldn't get any weirder than training formerly extinct animals that could tear through his flesh like paper.
Those were simpler times. ]
Don't worry about it. I'll explain some other time.
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