Dorm Lawn [Monday, Afternoon]

[nottheshoes]

George had spent the weekend without hands and with hooves. For all the warnings Kenzi had given him, that had still been... an extremely strange experience. One that took a little recovery. Or at least a little head clearing time. So after a lazy start and a good breakfast this morning, he’d taken a bit of a walk through the preserve and found

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[upmysleeve]

If Ace had known her roommate was thoughtfully leaving her a necromancy-free dorm room, she... probably would've been out here on purpose, instead of just wandering past by sheer coincidence.

"Hey, wotch-- ooh, cool!" She paused and crouched down near George to stare at the rabbit. Who maybe seemed a little off, but that might just have been how near to a human it had strayed, and was staying. "That one's got some spine, yeah?"

[nottheshoes]

Not everyone was so tolerant of zombie rabbits in their room, at least George was aware of that.

He glanced up at her, dipped a slight nod and smiled. "You could say that, I suppose." It did have a spine, after all. "Afternoon, Ace."

[upmysleeve]

"Are they all that tame around here, you think?" Huh, maybe it wasn't just the squirrels that were super-smart mutants, or secret aliens, or whatever made it possible for them to spy on everybody and digest rum. "Or are you some kind of bunny-mesmerist in your spare time?"

[nottheshoes]

"I'm not," George assured her, lips twitching in a grin. "Though that sounds interesting." He liked little forest creatures...

"This particular bunny is dead." Which was probably the only reason it wasn't nibbling on the tufts of grass around it. "So I suppose I am mesmerising this one." He wasn't at all sure what mesmerising was, or if it was really a word.

[upmysleeve]

"Oh, well, that explains it," Ace replied with a snort, thinking he was having her on. "Not like vampire rabbits have much to be afraid of, right? Besides a carrot shortage."

[nottheshoes]

"Oh, he's not a vampire," George told her, "Closer to the lore of this world's zombies. Except it's very unlikely to try and eat your brains." None of his smaller creatures had tried that one.

[upmysleeve]

Ace eyed him, still sure he was taking the piss. "'Cause they eat carrot brains?"

[nottheshoes]

"I feel you may be a little confused by the biology of carrots," he joked.

"If left to his own devices, he might try to eat corpse brains," George allowed. "But I'm not inclined to let him." Because it wasn't necessary to facilitate it's ongoing undead-ness and was a little gross.

[upmysleeve]

"...You're serious?" Ace took another look at the rabbit, who was holding awfully still, then back at George. "My roommate's got a pet zombie bunny?"

[nottheshoes]

"Well, no." Because this wasn't a pet, as such. "But your roommate is a necromancer who could, if he wanted to." If that weren't completely against the natural order of things.

The bunny twitched his nose, and George looked briefly thoughtful. "I'll be letting him go later."

[upmysleeve]

"You're a what?" Not that she couldn't pick up the idea from context, but some question containing the word what, or rather the word WHAT, was absolutely necessary here.

[nottheshoes]

George shrugged. "I don't tend to bring my 'pets' home with me," he offered. "I know other people don't often take to them well."

[upmysleeve]

Ace was a little too bzuh on the conceptual level to have reached any conclusions yet on how she felt about any specific zombie bunnies.

She wasn't exactly fond of taxidermy, for various reasons, but... those were dead dead things, and this was... Something.

"So you... bring things back from the dead?" Her tone was guarded now, but she refused to look freaked out enough to move away from him. Or the rabbit.

Well, maybe a millimetre away from the rabbit.

[nottheshoes]

"Sometimes." At previous schools, freaked out hadn't been an issue, but certainly he'd unnerved a few. It was an unusual talent, even for the Weird. "It's earned me nickname or two."

"But there've been times it's been useful." Saved lives, even.

[upmysleeve]

"Does it..." What did she even want to be asking, here? Ace stared at the rabbit and replayed corpse brains in her head. "Do they stay alive? Uh, back...? Is it alive?"

She'd heard about the band at the bar, yeah, but she hadn't seen them yet, and had been taking 'zombies' with a grain of 'yeah, but that's what they call Kane's brain-wiped mercenaries too, and they're not really dead' salt, so far.

[nottheshoes]

"Not alive," George assured her, shaking his head. "He has... I suppose an imprint? An idea of what he did when he was alive. But he is dead."

"I didn't kill him," it felt important to clarify. Also to keep referring to the bunny as 'him', rathern than 'it'.