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has_no_future) wrote in
milliways_bar2012-01-07 03:47 pm
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So, there is this guy that hasn't been in the Bar in a long time. A lot has happened since then. As it is a decapitated head rolls into bar, leaking a silvery clear fluid onto the floor. What's strange about this head, is that it is not only that of this man who used to frequent the bar but the eyes are moving and looking around the bar.
Shortly after this gruesome thing entered a body followed shambling slightly. The body stoops and picks the head off the floor and reattaches it to itself.
(OOC you can tag before or after the reattaching.)
Shortly after this gruesome thing entered a body followed shambling slightly. The body stoops and picks the head off the floor and reattaches it to itself.
(OOC you can tag before or after the reattaching.)

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:O
He approaches, albeit not as fast as he would have done prior to reattachment.
"Are you able to heal that?"
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"This is not F2One," says the assassin.
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A head, followed by an ambulatory decapitated body.
Tempting, very tempting.
It must be a zombie. ZOMBIES NEED TO BE TURNED INTO DUST! No. There is a rule against that here. There are two; she would be violating two out of the three rules. And that is terrible.
But it's a zombie!
Maybe no one will notice if she scoops up the head and sneaks out back. The rules are more nebulous out there, someone told her once.
The curiosity is too much; she can't just sit and watch. This is a rare type of zombie! Just as the body stoops down, a red-haired woman darts by and carries the head off and out the back door.
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Cheles is going to get a present when she gets back home. A dress stained with some odd bodily fluid. Maybe a bag full of random zombie bits. Hooray!
But not right now. The woman has ventured out to the strange part of Milliways' grounds where the sun shines brighter and the winter loses its bite.
She picks a felled log and sits. After noticing the head's eyes had opened, she cheerily tells it, "Hello!" before setting it down and standing back up to search her pockets.
Hmm... A crossbow bolt won't quite do. Ah! There! Throwing knives! They aren't quite scalpels, but they will have to do.
She'll have to do something about that body. ASH IT! But she wants to dissect it too! Oh bother.
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She looks back at the head as she considers her options. "Hey, we met here once!" He isn't as colorfully dressed as when they first met, though.
Oh darn! He's a patron!
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Rope. She needs rope. She needs to knock the body to the ground and tie it to something. But rope... rope. Maybe some vines?
She starts looking around for something, anything, to tie down the body. But, she has to keep an eye on the body's advances as well. Urgh... distractions.
Oh! Here you go Kai's body, have a 10 second snaring spell.
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As the spell wears off a flick of the wrist and his brace shoot out to grab the head and pull it back to his body. His hands catch the head and put it into position. The protoblood begins to mend the severed muscle, bone, flesh, and processors.
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Beat.
"Hell of an entrance. I'll bet you're GREAT at parties."
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She calms down somewhat when the head is reattached, but it still takes her a full five minutes to work up the nerve to say hello.
She looks very sheepish as she approaches. "Hi, are you okay?"
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"How did I get here?" Emotion, what's that?
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