-- aesopianAlgedonic [AA] began trolling tantalizingCacaesthesia [TC] at 21:30 --
AA: DOCTOR. HAVE BEEN LONG TIME SINCE LAST SPOKEN.
AA: HOWEVER AM IN THE NEED OF HAVING WORD WITH YOU.
TC: :o)
AA: YES. THANK YOU.
AA: ASSUMING HE KNOWS OF THIS ROBOT OF ARADIA?
TC: :o)
AA: IT IS NEEDING MY BLOOD. I AM GOING TO GIVE IT.
TC: :o)
AA: MUCH IS NEEDED OF IT. DO STILL HAVE THINGS NEEDING TO BE DONE. A CORPSE I AM NOT READY TO BECOME.
AA: NEEDS TO BE TAKEN OVER TIME FOR THIS. IS THIS A PROBLEM?
TC: I SHALL SIPHON THY SANGUINARY OFFERING WITH MOTHERFUCKIN LEGIT DISCRETION, HOMIE.
AA: THIS I TRUSTED HIM TO BE CAPABLE OF. THANK YOU.
AA: SHOULD I BE COMING NOW? GET BALL ROLLING, LIKE IN EXPRESSION.
TC: SURE MOTHERFUCKIN THING, G. AIN'T NAUGHT WHAT DOTH OCCUPY MY PAN AT THIS ILLICIT TIME.
TC: :o)
AA: THEN I AM COMING. PLEASE PREPARE PAN TO BE OCCUPIED.
TC: AIGHT. ;o)
-- aesopianAlgedonic [AA] gave up trolling tantalizingCacaesthesia [TC] at 21:45 --
AA: *Corpse mime is just as friendly and eccentric as she remembers. Good times. Damara makes her way to the morgue, which she just assumes him to be at, since it is the natural habitat of mimes. She gives the door a little knock to announce that she was there, and she steps on inside. She seems a little frazzled, as she hadn't slept much that night, but other than that she doesn't seem like she has any of those pesky nerves that some people had when it came to this sort of thing.* I AM HERE. HAS THE PAN BEEN PREPARED?
TC: *Predictable as always, the mime was there, but of course he wasn't the type to betray his instincts for cold places full of dead people. It was the way of the mime, and Kurloz was happy to embrace it. At the knock, Kurloz pulled the aural sponge clot rattlers from his ears. The music he was listening to was loud enough to produce a tinny and distorted version until he managed to pause it, and man did it sound like some kind of awful din. No accounting for taste among mimes, it was said. He set them aside, standing up with a nod. A gloved finger came up to tap twice on his own temple and then offer a thumbs up. The pan was ready, and somehow here was the body mime dealing with the living again.*
AA: *Theres a slight eyebrow raise at the low incoherent vaugely music sounding (if you could call that music) noise. She just figured someone who worked around dead people all day would prefer it to be quiet. Regardless, she gives him a smile and returns the thumbs up.* GLAD TO BE HEARING THIS. WOULD NOT WANT TERRIBLE ACCIDENTS, NO? *Wanders on towards him, stopping by the desk with a small shrug.* WHERE DOES HE WANT ME?
TC: *At Damara's comment regarding terrible accidents, Kurloz merely smiled a small, cryptic smile. His arms were at his sides and his body stock still, and he held that position for what could be a bit too long until finally heading over to his makeshift sample collecting corner. The need for samples from the living had grown exponentially in such a short time, so Kurloz had taken the time to dedicate a small, sanitary corner to it. He pulled a stool out for Damara to sit on and then began to peel off his skeleton patterned gloves so that he could replace them with the medical-grade latex kind. Work time.*
AA: *That eyebrow did certainly not lower from Kurloz' "response". Her smile went crooked and she let out a low amused huff.* WOULD LOOK BAD ON DOCTOR RESUME TO HAVE ALL DEAD ONES COVERED IN BLOOD OF ME. VERY MESSY. *She follows him to the corner, nods her head at him in thanks for the stool and sits on down. She starts rolling up one of her sleeves, looking around at nothing in particular.* ASSUME HE HAS MUCH TO BE DOING. AFTER ATTACK ON SHIP HAPPENED. EVEN MORE NOW. WOULD SEEM DEAD ONES DO GIVE MUCH TROUBLE. *Casual smalltalk about corpses, nbd.*
TC: *More like casual small talk about a constant thorn in Kurloz's side since the attack. Though he had smiled at her original comment, when the subject switched to those excess corpses his expression showed clear exasperation and he shook his head somberly. The latex snapped against his wrist (he had rolled his sleeves up and secured them before hand), and he jerked a thumb back towards the wall of the morgue to note it as the subject. After that he laid one hand flat in the air and the layered the opposite over that, repeating it a second time with the bottom hand stacked atop the other. To make it clear he held up three fingers and flattened his hand again, palm down, slowly raising it to indicate growing height. Just get your palmhusk out Kurloz, why you do this.*
AA: *Because mimes are very dedicated to their mysterious and unnecessarily difficult ways, most likely. Damara pays close attention to his gesturing, giving a light nod of comprehension when it comes to a pause.* VERY MANY, YES. SO I WAS FIGURING. MUST BE FRUSTRATING HAVING SO MANY PILE UP IN SHORT TIME. HOWEVER WOULD SEEM HIS WORK WILL BE LESS, NOW? AS THERE IS SEEMINGLY WAYS OF BRINGING THEM BACK.
AA: CAN HAVE THEM ALL WALK OUT OF HERE ON OWN TWO FEET. *Gestures at her arm.* EVEN IF IT IS NEEDING OF BLOOD OF THE LIVING.
TC: *Kurloz raised a brow as Damara spoke. Had Aradia spoken to her in depth about this? About the product of his recent experiment? Hmm. For now Kurloz just shrugged carefully as he produced a needle, some blood vials and the rubber band to restrict bloodflow on Damara's upper arm. His eyes were still on his "patient" however, and he made no effort to hide the fact he was waiting to see if she would say anything else along the lines of his extracurricular activities.*
AA: *She raises a brow right back at him. She had been told nothing apart from Aradia being a robot, which was what she was trying to get at. Maybe she hadn't been clear enough. This is what happens when you don't have a full grasp on the English language.* THAT IS IF THEY ALL ALSO HAVE ROBOT SHELLS, YES? THIS IS WHAT I WAS TOLD. WORK WILL SHIFT FROM HIM TO THE ONES ENGINEERING.
TC: *Kurloz reached up, coaxing Damara's arm towards him so he could tie it in place. While his intent had been blatant before, it drained from his face, leaving him expressionless and almost bored in appearance. Even so he glanced to Damara between readying the needle and the swab of disinfectant over the crook of her elbow. He was ready to draw the blood now, and he held it up to indicate that, checking for any hesitance from his curious donator. The atmosphere was certainly a bit tenser than when Damara had first arrived.*
AA: *Well, shit. Was there no end to her social faux pas? She lets out a small sigh, glancing at the needle then down at her arm again. She seems as unfazed as ever.* IF HE IS READY. GO AHEAD.
TC: *Kurloz did the deed, finding a suitable vein and drawing two vials of blood from Damara -- not enough to cause any negative effects, and enough to experiment with. He wasn't ready for the next step with Aradia yet, not without further tests, and perhaps something interesting would come of this... Once he was done and had bandaged Damara's puncture, he set his tools down and raised his head to stare at Damara.*
TC: [THOU KNOWS TIS COMMON; ALL THAT LIVES MUST DIE, PASSING THROUGH NATURE TO ETERNITY. :o)]
TC: *As Troll Shakespeare once wrote.*
TC: *And yes his palmhusk is out, he pulled it out but his player forgot to specify.*
AA: *She watches the needle at first, then at the vial that slowly filled up with her blood. If what Feferi had said was accurate, and Aradia's entire robot body needed to be filled with the stuff, then this was going to take a while. She let Kurloz do his thing in silence, rolling down her sleeve once he had bandaged up her puncture. Her eyes glance over the screen and she shrugs.* THAT SO? HER BODY IS GONE, YES. BOTH SOMETHING IS REMAINING STILL. HAS NOT GONE TO ETERNITY. MUST BE EXCEPTION TO THIS, PERHAPS. *Rubs at her arm a little.*
TC: *Kurloz carefully leaned back in his stool; perhaps she was not as aware as he had originally considered. His head tilted as he glanced at the vials, one hand reaching out to gently shake them and begin the mixing of the anti-coagulation additive. His other hand worked the palm husk.*
TC: [NOT ALL SLIP SILENTLY INTO THE YAWNING ABYSS, BUT RARELY DO THOSE STIFFS CLAW BACK TO THIS TEMPORAL REALM. FOR EVERY PRECEDENT LIES A RUDE EXCEPTION. :o)]
AA: *Her attention is drawn to what Kurloz is doing with the vials, her face scrunching up a tad in mild confusion. She didn't really know much about this sort of thing to begin with though.* NOT ALL, NO. THIS IS OBVIOUS NOW. *Pauses.* RARELY HE SAYS, AND WITH EXCEPTION. MEANING THERE IS POSSIBILITIES OF THIS HAPPENING? *Brief glance in the direction of the slab where the dead bodies usually happened to be chilling on.*
TC: *It was empty now; Kurloz was taking a break after going above and beyond his quota on the last work day. Too bad his coffers weren't equally as empty; it'd be a while before that.*
TC: [:o)]
TC: *Yes, a very helpful reply, but the vials came front and center as he idly danced both through and over his limber fingers at surprising speed. You don't dress a clown without knowing a few tricks.*
AA: *A very helpful reply, actually, since silence (or in this case: smileys) usually meant that she was on the right track. Though this track seemed more unlikely than anything. She was looking at the slab still, but her attention is brought back to Kurloz as she notes the movement in the corner of her eye. Her lips curve upward in a amused smile.* IMPRESSIVE. BUT CAN HE JUGGLE? *Headtilt.*
TC: *Apparently that was a question Kurloz had been awaiting for a long time judging but how quickly he slotted the vials into the nearby holder, clicking them into place and then pushing back on his stool. The wheels swept across the metal floor, putting ample room between them and Kurloz stood, allowing the stool to continue it's journey to join its people... Which it actually did. It crossed the floor and bumped pleasantly into another stool some distance away.*
TC: *Stools and their reunions weren't the important part however as Kurloz opened his sylladex and despite the ornery nature of the modus he used, he was soon juggling for Damara’s amusement. Kurloz certainly could juggle well, his overly long and lanky arms moving deftly as he launched each object through the air, but the use of skulls, /actual troll skulls/, was a grisly choice..*
AA: *His eager reaction only served to make her amused smile broaden, and she turns on her seat to follow his journey across the floor. Her eyes briefly flick to the stool, and she felt a warm sensation in her heart as it reuinited with it's people. Though yes, there are more important things going on than this touching scene. She is now grinning, watching him juggle those skulls around, which was a odd choice of juggle material, but she had seen weirder shit in her life. The way they flew through the air was pretty amusing anyway. She shifts some in her seat and applauds.* VERY IMPRESSIVE! HAVE TRULY SHOWN HIS MERIT NOW. NO DOUBT SHALL BE PLACED UPON HIS SKILLS IN THE FUTURE. *Just Megido grinning.*
TC: *With Damara's apparent amusement, Kurloz finished up his little show, tossing each skull into the flashing colors of his modus before dropping into a low, gracious performer's bow. Legs crossed, arm swept to the side-- it suit his lanky frame well, and he straightened once it was complete. He does parties too! Amaze your coworkers with his morbid tricks! Standing, he winked at Damara, and returned to where he was before, fetching his husktop from the counter.*
TC: [THAT FUCKIN SOUL BOUND METAL IS EVIDENCE AMPLE THAT ANY SUCH NOISE AIN'T NEVER IMPERVIOUS TO METAPHYSICAL MUTINY. :o)]
AA: *Applauding intensifies as he finishes his performance, grinning from ear to ear. Forget getting lollipops from your Doctors, skull juggling is where it's at! She let out a low chuckle at the wink, putting a hand to her forehead and leaning back a little on her stool. Such swooning! Somebody fetch her some smelling salts. She sits up so that she can read the screen though. Those eyebrows sure raise again. She had a little trouble understanding what he meant, but by 'soul bound metal' she figured it was about Aradia.* YES. IT IS EVIDENCE FOR SUCH POSSIBILITIES. HOWEVER IT IS A STRANGE THING TO IMAGINE. BE IT BOUND METAL OR FLESH, HAVING THE DEAD RETURN IS A...*Trails off, then smiles.* INTERESTING CONCEPT.
TC: [THE DEFINITION OF RETURN IS THE MOTHER FUCKING CRUX OF IT. HATH THEY RETURNED IF MERELY THE FLESH AMBLES ALONG, IF EMPTY AND SOULLESS THE SHELL DOTH REMAIN? OR DOES THAT COUNTERFEIT EXISTENCE GET ITS QUALIFY ON AT BEING THE RIGHTFUL RESTORATION OF THEM CORPSED SCRUBS?]
TC: *From juggling to playful swooning to serious conversation; things were always interesting in the morgue. Either way Kurloz was looking at Damara expectantly, as though she held the answer to his (possibly cryptic) query.*
AA: *The morgue is pretty much THE place to be. It's a wonder nobody has set up some sort of ticket system. Damara crosses her hands over her chest, head slightly tilted to one side.* ...IF WAS ME, THEN A ROBOT WOULD BE WHAT I WOULD PICK. THE BODY WOULD BE GONE. ROTTING. NOT USEFUL. WHY WOULD A SOUL PICK THIS? UNLESS THE BODY WAS IN GOOD ORDER, I WOULD NOT PICK IT. BUT COULD I BE PICKING ANOTHER. ONE THAT WORKS. THEN THIS IS WHAT I WOULD DO. *Furrows eyebrows and looks at the ground in thought.* HOWEVER WOULD BE MEANING THIS BODY WOULD HAVE NOTHING LIKE ME. NO SOUL. IS THIS POSSIBLE? *Taps her fingers against her arm. This was pretty abstract and weird to think about, and to talk about, for that matter.*
TC: *Kurloz nodded in agreement with Damara's feelings; a rotten body is no good to live in, and rather counterproductive to that goal... But the latter part, his head tilted and he gave an innocent shrug? Was it possible? The mime wasn't telling.*
TC: [CURIOUS MOTHERFUCKIN NOTIONS WHAT TO WRING YOUR SPONGE AT, NINJETTE. GET THEM FRESH CONUNDRUMS ROLLING RUDE ALL UP IN THINE LURID PAN. :o)]
AA: *She up from the floor after a bit of silence, checking for his written response. Her fingers keep tapping against her arm in thought and she raises her shoulders in a small shrug.* CURIOUS FUCKING OF MOTHER NOTIONS IS NOT WHAT WILL BE HELPING. CAN HAVE MANY OF THIS. WITHOUT ACTION NOT MUCH CAN BE PROVEN. *Sighs and uncrosses her arms.* SEEMS LIKE THE ONE WHO SHOULD HAVE HAD PAN PREPARED WAS I.
TC: *Though it would have been prudent to ask first, Kurloz still reached out to give Damara a consoling pat on the shoulder-- if she even allowed his hand anywhere near. His mile was small and sympathetic. Nobody's pan was ready for morgue shenanigans. Nobody's.*
TC: [IT'S AIGHT, MY SISTER. WHAT MUST BE DONE WAS MADE MOTHERFUCKIN COMPLETE AND AIN'T NO CONCERN WHAT OUGHT CLAW CRUEL WITHIN THINE SKULL. :o)]
AA: *Damara has no issues with touching, at least not visibly, so the pat is allowed. She nods slowly, seemingly still lost in thought.* YES. *Only briefly looked at the screen, and whether she actually read it or not nobody knows. She gets up from her seat.* THIS HAS BEEN INTERESTING. HOWEVER NO MORE TIME WILL BE TAKEN. HE HAS MUCH TO BE DOING. THANK YOU FOR HELPING WITH THIS BLOOD THING. *Bows her head, and gives him a small smile when she looks back up.* AND FOR AMUSING JUGGLING. *With that, she turns on her heel and makes her way out of the morgue, now suddenly having even more things to mull over.*
TC: *With blood in his possession, Kurloz was eager to maybe try a new experiment. He wouldn't squander Damara's blood however, but rather perhaps his own. He'd have to see. Regardless with his company bouncing, he smiled and waved her out, some dark humor lurking behind the purple of his eyes. Ah yes, the morgue was definitely the place to be, always.*











