[well he's sort of healed up. he doesn't like sitting in one tiny little pod for like. hours? it's so fucking boring. so his face is still a mess and the hole in his chest is gnarly still, but. he's upright! this could be out of pure stubbornness.]
Some of it. You'd think after the first impalement I'd learn to not be such a baby about them.
[he still sounds pretty wheezy too. like. one of his lungs still is pretty fucked up. BECAUSE HE GOT OUT OF THE POD.]
If it makes you feel better, my death was way dumber than yours.
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It's gonna come out eventually, so whatever. Me and some other mediocre humans were basically being tortured forever. Every time I figured it out, the demon would reset our brains so we'd have no memory of it. Forever. It wasn't working out for anyone, because I kept figuring out his stupid scheme, so he tried to change things up. And well, I thought this would be better than eternal torture. Turns out it's not great!
[ also she wants to save the other humans but she'll never admit it ]
[He appreciates the sob story gesture!!! Enough so that he's clearly going on a face journey while he debates whether or not to spill more of his own at her. he isn't bothering to like, hide it either.]
Depends who you're asking. If you're asking me, about ... I don't know. Nothing. Big fat nothing and then I end up here. If you're asking Beau, slightly different story.
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Some of it. You'd think after the first impalement I'd learn to not be such a baby about them.
[he still sounds pretty wheezy too. like. one of his lungs still is pretty fucked up. BECAUSE HE GOT OUT OF THE POD.]
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[ eleanor is just kind of hovering with worried energy, not sure what to do about ronald mcmaimedonald over here ]
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becuase he's the purple one?
anyway, he's just going over to the sink at the edge of the room, moving a little stiffly.]
Mm. Last time was, oh, say. Three weeks ago, now? Four?
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You dead or something?
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[messing around with something in there, running the water over it. it sounds metallic.]
Yes, I'm dead.
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Anyway, samesies, I guess. Both on the dying and losing track of who knows. But, uh, stabbing still hurts?
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[Though - he raises his eyebrows and tilts his head at the second part.]
You too then. Interesting. Is that what you're here for? Your wish? [...] You don't have to answer that if you don't want to. It's prying, I know.
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[ .... ]
It's gonna come out eventually, so whatever. Me and some other mediocre humans were basically being tortured forever. Every time I figured it out, the demon would reset our brains so we'd have no memory of it. Forever. It wasn't working out for anyone, because I kept figuring out his stupid scheme, so he tried to change things up. And well, I thought this would be better than eternal torture. Turns out it's not great!
[ also she wants to save the other humans but she'll never admit it ]
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what the fuck
secondly
bummer?
Molly just absorbs this, tail flicking a bit, mulling it over.]
Seems a terribly good reason to be here.
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[ yikes!! ]
If that makes you feel any better about your whole situation.
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[...]
It's-- something of my nightmare to be stuck for eternity doing gods know what.
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Yeah? What happened to you post death?
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[He appreciates the sob story gesture!!! Enough so that he's clearly going on a face journey while he debates whether or not to spill more of his own at her. he isn't bothering to like, hide it either.]
Depends who you're asking. If you're asking me, about ... I don't know. Nothing. Big fat nothing and then I end up here. If you're asking Beau, slightly different story.