Entry 2 [holo] Resurrection
There's a street in Central Taxon, a street where exactly a week ago, Leonard Shelby was slaughtered by Qetesh. In that same street, in exactly the same spot and slumped on the floor against the wall where he died, Leonard 'materialises'. There's no slow appearance, one second there's nothing there, save for the now brown blood stained paving slabs, the next second he's lying there, dazed and confused.
The moment he appears, the tablet on his wrist turns itself to hologram automatically, catching the wary glance around as he opens his eyes. "Okay, what the fuck...? Don't make a habit of sleeping in the street, usually."
He has no memory of being killed, he has no memory of Taxon. But that's nothing new for him, he forgets stuff all the time. He gets up from where he's slumped, raking a hand through his scruffy blonde hair and looks down at the tablet on his wrist skeptically. Then he spots the tattoo, which he deliberately put near the bracelet.
"Taxon, stuck here, hatches provide," he repeats the words written on the back of his hand.
"Okay, must be true." He starts walking, half rifling through his pockets for any more clues, and half fiddling with the tablet.
The moment he appears, the tablet on his wrist turns itself to hologram automatically, catching the wary glance around as he opens his eyes. "Okay, what the fuck...? Don't make a habit of sleeping in the street, usually."
He has no memory of being killed, he has no memory of Taxon. But that's nothing new for him, he forgets stuff all the time. He gets up from where he's slumped, raking a hand through his scruffy blonde hair and looks down at the tablet on his wrist skeptically. Then he spots the tattoo, which he deliberately put near the bracelet.
"Taxon, stuck here, hatches provide," he repeats the words written on the back of his hand.
"Okay, must be true." He starts walking, half rifling through his pockets for any more clues, and half fiddling with the tablet.