Nothing Rejuvenates you Quite like Death

[ceasetoexist]

[He blinked his eyes as he woke up. Once. Twice. Again. He was in bed? He didn't remember going to bed. The last thing he remembered was...

Oh, for the love of Christ. He honestly didn't know what surprised him more at the moment: the fact he'd managed to get killed twice over two weeks, or the fact that this most recent death didn't bother him as much as the last. Not to say it didn't bother him; having his throat slit wasn't exactly a pleasant experience. But at least it was quicker then being beaten to death or caught by the hazmats and set on fire. So he just sits and stews in his bed for a moment before heading to his phone. And when he gets there, he puts on the most faux-cheery voice he can muster.]

Hi, this is to the lady I had a small run in with yesterday!

You know something lady? I really, really just want to apologize! I admit I might have been out of line when I got so angry at you for entirely invading my personal space despite being asked to leave about three times and continued to watch what I was doing. I know you were probably just curious as to what I was making. So I just wanted to put out a heartfelt apology for hitting you in the head with a wrench. I'll admit I was entirely out of line doing that, if you'll admit you were out of line when you slit my friggin' throat!

[And he'll just slam the receiver down at that. And then he mulls, and agonizes over something for a moment. He really, really shouldn't do this, because he doesn't care about any of them. He hasn't REALLY worked with any of them or known them. So it shouldn't be any of his concern. ...But for some reason, he can't help it. He has to tell them.]

[Filtered to the KND]

Hey. Geniuses. Got a warning for you. There's someone you need to look out for. [And here goes a generic description of GLaDOS]. The woman's crazy. Just thought I'd let you morons know before one of you goes and gets yourself killed interacting with her.

[Filtered to Tak's Communicator]

Get over here when you can. Think we've got the time to start getting Josephine use to you so you can start learning to pilot her. After that, we're headed to the post office.

Comments

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He just looks at you for a moment Tak, still smiling.]

That isn't a part that's happening. We'll be heading back to my house, yeah. But that part you think is happening? No, we're not doing that. Not after I just got killed yesterday.

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

Wha-- but your arm is missing.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Actually, only his left hand is missing. Not the entire arm. My bad if I didn't make that clear.]

And killing me won't make it come back. When you trade at the post office, it's gone until you trade in what you got, or you regain it after an event.

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Oh, you did. My reading comprehension's just shot tonight.]

... oh. [Tak is disppoint]

Soooo... you're fine with being one-handed?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

It's that or be defenseless and fail and get killed again since I have no way to protect myself otherwise. And I'm tired of failing. Failure is never acceptable.

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

... no, it's not.

[She rips a length off the dress she's wearing, and forms a tourniquet around his wrist]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

....Thanks.

[He just rubs the stump for a moment. He isn't going to fail again. Not after all the crap he's had to go through recently. It's even less of an option now then it had ever been.

He'll climb back on to Josephine, stumbling a little bit due to only have one hand, but looking satisfied. He just smirks.]

So. Want to see what she got back?

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

[Tak's face is so super serious.]

Yes. Yes I do.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Pokey just smiles a minute before pointing at a line of cars with his remaining hand.]

Josephine.



FIRE!

[It takes a short moment for Josephine to position herself, but when she does, what happens next happens pretty quickly. Because those cars right there?

Yeah. Fuck those cars, courtesy of a missile launched from the underbelly of the mech.]

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

[And Tak just stares blankly, not even blinking as heat and car debris is blown back at her face. Another moment passes. A slight smile starts to form, quickly becoming pure, unadulterated glee.]

... YES.

[Pokey, you've just given her a little crush on your mech.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Just snickering.]

Knew you'd like it.

Oh Pokey, you sure do know how to impress a lady

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

How perceptive.

We should probably stop though. I'd prefer to not be droned.

Only as long as they're as psychotic/delusional as him

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He just nods a little.]

Yeah. Last friggin' thing I need is getting-

[He uses his good hand to cover his mouth as he goes into a coughing fit. At least it isn't one of his worse, but the amount of smoke still rising is upsetting it.]

Getting friggin' droned. Have her take you home, and I'll take it from there.

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

[Tak quirks an eyebrow. She doesn't need an escort. Her robo legs extend from her Pak, skittering a bit as they lift her off the ground.]

Let's reverse that. Josephine, take Pokey home.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He quirks one of his own and shrugs.]

Hey, your call.

Seeya.

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

[She starts to head off, pauses, and turns back to Pokey]

Don't bleed to death.

[She scuttles out of sight within moments]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Don't plan to.

[And he'll just watch until she's out of sight before heading home.]