Ved
	He cringed inwardly at the mention of his powers. He spent every second of everyday forcing himself to ignore the metals and minerals under his feet, and in doing so he could often be triggered into acknowledging them all in a surge of knowledge slamming into him with the force of a train. Sitting down, his wraps pulled tightly against his flesh, and due to the darkness of the corner he was in, and how similar his skin tone was to the cloth, he could easily be confused as naked. He moved his hand to his temple, rubbing small circles to ease the headache that the seer, likely aware of what he was doing, had given him in mentioning his abilities. It reminded him of why he wasn't a fan of the guy.
	Looking up, he kept a close eye on the clock, seeing that the time was nearly approaching, then stood up and grabbed a short blade made of Malachite from the counter.
[color=007236]"Motherfucking Monomorphisms."[/color]
	He said with a soft chuckle, he loved using the letter 'M' for weapon titles, as 'M' was the 13th letter of the alphabet, and allowed him to use the term 'motherfucking' in a non accusatory sense.