((Because there are so many closed RPs up ... figured I should post an open one. Come mingle if you like, or meet Miss Primavera, or rescue her from being chatted up by a geeky mage
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Sufficently recovered enough to leave the classroom, and craving more of that beef broth, Beyond went to get more.
What Kusuriyuri did stopped the blood flow and made it slightly less painful, but he suspected Kusuriyuri didn't stop the pain because he wanted Beyond to feel it.
After the doll's earlier revelations, Lezard has been reduced to staring at Primavera. For her part, she's actually enjoying the attention, in a sort of disturbing way. A doll exists to be seen. A doll's a thing of surface and plane, she once said to Iggy, or did Iggy say that to her? Or was it Dr. Spalanzani? Oh, the confluences of past and future, so hard to sift.
So she's a little irritated when someone comes into their field of vision and snags the attention of her audience.
Beyond jumped, and turned, narrow-eyed, at Lezard. "And you are...Lezard Valeth. Another dead one." He turned to Primavera. "Primavera Bobinski. Also dead. Forming a club?"
"That's been done already," Primavera informs him. "Only it's a Dead Girls Club so neither of you can join. Anyway how did you know? Am I really that pale?" From her purse she extracts a compact mirror and begins to study her face. The question was largely rhetorical -- dolls are always milk-pale, porcelain-pale.
"A Dead Girls Club? What a novel idea," muses Lezard, perhaps with certain ideas about such an organization's clubhouse. He turns his bespectacled gaze squarely upon B: "But how did you know I have shed my mortal form?"
"I was born with it." Beyond's tone implied that this wasn't a skill that could be picked up though if you tempted Ryuk with apples, he'd think about it.
"In other words, he doesn't know what he's talking about and he's just going to make up a load of rubbish. You're wasting your time," Primavera informs Lezard.
Lezard ignores her. "What's your name?" he asks B.
"I'm Beyond. I sometimes respond to B, though that may be more my weaker personality. I will respond to Backup with violence." He punctuated this with a red-eyed glare.
"Well met, Beyond. I am Lezard Valeth." Feeling mellow, he did not add I AM A GOD!!! to that self-identification for the time being. "And this is --"
He stopped. Miss Primavera had slipped away.
"This was," he amended, "Miss Primavera Bobinski. Perhaps she has some urgent feminine matters to attend to." Lezard understood that sometimes happened. "Tell me, when you say that your weaker personality may respond to a different name, what is it that you mean?"
"Literal. I've developed a split personality against my will. I've been researching how to get rid of it. Especially..." he swallowed almost involuntarily, "since it's causing me trouble."
"Ahhh, I see..." Lezard tilted his head. His emo bangs fell to one side. "What a fascinating research problem. I've worked for quite some time on soul transfer, with a special emphasis on homunculi."
"It depends on the soul, but in essence, yes, that is the kind of procedure I mean. The body is but a vessel for the soul. A homunculus is a vessel that happens to have been created by man rather than by nature. It is possible to grow a homunculus from nothing but a seed ... I have preferred to modify elves, because of the nature of the soul I wished to capture. For most souls any vessel would do. My magic can extricate a soul from its vessel, capture it in crystal form, and transfer it to another vessel of my choosing."
What Kusuriyuri did stopped the blood flow and made it slightly less painful, but he suspected Kusuriyuri didn't stop the pain because he wanted Beyond to feel it.
And he's kept the kitchen knife.
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So she's a little irritated when someone comes into their field of vision and snags the attention of her audience.
"Hello," says Lezard Valeth to the young man.
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"A Dead Girls Club? What a novel idea," muses Lezard, perhaps with certain ideas about such an organization's clubhouse. He turns his bespectacled gaze squarely upon B: "But how did you know I have shed my mortal form?"
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Leaving out the spoon, Beyond opted for holding the bowl itself and drinking from it.
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Primavera, unimpressed, is dabbing a powder puff on her nose.
"May I ask how you acquired this ability?" continues the mage, whose attention is for now wholly fixed on B.
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Lezard gives her a Look. It is a look of surprising venom and force. It actually makes her subside into a glare.
"And how were you born?" Lezard asks B.
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Lezard ignores her. "What's your name?" he asks B.
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He stopped. Miss Primavera had slipped away.
"This was," he amended, "Miss Primavera Bobinski. Perhaps she has some urgent feminine matters to attend to." Lezard understood that sometimes happened. "Tell me, when you say that your weaker personality may respond to a different name, what is it that you mean?"
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If B could turn this to his advantage, so much the better.
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