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foundationmods) wrote2018-11-29 04:47 pm
foundationmods) wrote2018-11-29 04:47 pm
GRAVEYARD
[On the instant of your death, you're suddenly outside of your body - probably staring down at the remains it's become.
Yet, you're not alone. For all of you (except Szayel), a young man appears from behind you, his face set into a firm, yet sad, scowl. His shaggy strawberry blonde hair is pretty eye-catching, along with the black and white Shihakusho he wears and the large sword on his back, even as he gently tries to lead you back into the lobby and away from what was once your body. You can still clearly hear and see the living, if you want to try - but they can't see or hear you.
'Welcome to the world of the dead in this Resort,' he says, quietly. 'Looks like you're stuck here with the rest of us.'
He hands you a tablet, just like the one you had before. "You'll need this if you want to keep talking to them,' he explains, looking sad.
It looks like you've passed on, and yet...You still feel like you have a role to play in all of this.]
Yet, you're not alone. For all of you (except Szayel), a young man appears from behind you, his face set into a firm, yet sad, scowl. His shaggy strawberry blonde hair is pretty eye-catching, along with the black and white Shihakusho he wears and the large sword on his back, even as he gently tries to lead you back into the lobby and away from what was once your body. You can still clearly hear and see the living, if you want to try - but they can't see or hear you.
'Welcome to the world of the dead in this Resort,' he says, quietly. 'Looks like you're stuck here with the rest of us.'
He hands you a tablet, just like the one you had before. "You'll need this if you want to keep talking to them,' he explains, looking sad.
It looks like you've passed on, and yet...You still feel like you have a role to play in all of this.]
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(Psst. Doc. He's gonna fucking murder you down there.)
Scout.
(It's like that Casket of Monty-whatever, you're gonna go down there and he's gonna throw some bricks at ya and then lock you up in the walls. And then he'll get you drunk off your ass.)
I'm already dead, Scout. There's not much more he can do.
(He'll, like, double-kill you, I dunno!)
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The Jorogumo is Rean. Rean Schwarzer. He laid a trap for me out in the courtyard -- and it was perfectly terrible. He is terrible at this.
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Scout, go back into my body.
[Scout's face pouts, but he obeys and disappears without a trace.]
Hm. Does he have any memory of what happens when he changes into the Jorogumo form- or any influence at all over what happens?
What did happen there, exactly? I wasn't able to get a look at your body or the state that it was in, so I had to rely on hearsay.
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Oh, I think he was perfectly aware of what he was doing, and I strongly suspect he remembers it all. I didn't have a chance to get a very good look, but if I were to guess, it's more complete integration than it is a spider-beast wearing Mr. Schwarzer like a costume. Anyway. Are you familiar with the hunting technique of the bolas spider? Instead of constructing webs, these fascinating individuals create a sticky ball of silk and dangle it, then use it -- like a bolas! -- to capture prey.
I walked into it, and I was dragged from my feet and bundled in silk. [he shakes his head] Did you know, Medic? I simply love traps. Even my body is a trap.
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Spiders aren't exactly my area of expertise, but I think I've heard of them before. Quite clever, really.
... Your body?
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Yes indeed! You see, I am toxic, and full of microscopic parasites. [it must be the truth, because Szayel is almost beaming with pride as he speaks about it] Usually, any creature that would dare partake of my flesh would then become subject to my will -- a puppet, if you will, thanks to the parasites. However, it seems the Jorogumo was able to overcome my little pets. That's why I have a backup plan. The parasites are also what keeps my poison inactive -- without them, it ravages the body and causes fast, painful, and deadly organ failure! [he loses some of his spark and takes a sip of his tea] But that spider beast is tougher than anticipated. I'm afraid all I managed to do is give him the worst, but unfortunately nonfatal, food poisoning of his life.
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[Medic looks so fucking enthused. He takes a sip of his own tea before properly replying.]
Amazing, my friend- simply amazing. Is that a natural trait of yours, or one you developed yourself?
Hmm... Yes, I seem to remember him looking rather pale at the trial. I didn't think much of it, at the time. [He shakes his head.] Hindsight, as always...
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PRETTYCOOL AND NEAT] Natural! It was one of the things that got me through my infancy as a fairly weak Hollow. Though, I have improved it over the years with new DNA and spirit energy.[he stirs some honey into his tea and takes another sip] I'm afraid no one noticed he wasn't anywhere to be found on Friday. He spent it in the bathroom, exploding from both ends. [smile smile smile] But that's how the game is -- I am not surprised that the trial resulted in the death of an innocent. I am sorry, for the living, that it was you. [he laughs] They've truly managed to shoot themselves in the foot! That is why I fear that Mrs. Ripley may be targeted next -- her competence and level-head may prove to be her undoing.
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I hope you're wrong about that- she deserves to make it out of this place alive. Go home to her wife and not have to deal with this.
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What were you doing when you walked into the trap, anyway? I remember we were confused about the presence of the towel, among other things.
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So that was the relevance of the towel... We were all trying to figure out your movements that night based on that. Ah, well. Either way it wouldn't have helped.
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