On a date of some kind...
Luke listens to his chair-friend and just lies there. It's not a bad feeling, having nowhere to rush and no one to run from. He lies there contently for quite a while.
[Visitor roll: 6]
He is brought out of his calm state by something kicking at him.
"Hm, looks kind of dead. Perfect!"
[? strength roll: 1]
Luke hears a sort-of cricking sound.
"Ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow! Gods, man, that thing is quite heavy!"
There is a pause.
"Well, I don't really need to move this thing. I guess I can do things with it right here."
Uh... things?
In Bernie's basement...
Mark goes about the task of tying up the broken guy up next to Chuckles.
[Strength roll: 2]
Damn, that guy is a bit too heavy to lift. Mark isn't sure he can do this all by himself. He'll need assistance. And he knows just where to get some!
He throws as mischievous a glance at the gibbering head of Yorinnsud on the ground as a skeleton is capable of. Needless to say, it's a bit difficult to read. He goes over to the head and picks it up.
"Oh, you're already on that. I was thinking of asking you to put it somewhere embarrassing."
Oh, don't worry. He will. He runs out of the inn and finds the still-warm body of the dead woman. He can barely contain the mad scientist excitement as he gets ready to practice medicine! He sets his buddy's head on the ground and thinks.
[Intelligence roll: ?]
Right, so he'll need a needle and thread. But where to find some?
[Search roll: 4]
Fortunately, there appears to be a tailor's shop just nearby. It has a bit of thread and even a needle around. Score! Now for the actual medicine.
[Medicine roll: 6]
Oh, look, his buddy's saying something about this. Probably thanking him. And a galah-balah to you too, buddy! Mark neatly slices off half the woman's head off with his dagger, then places Yorinnsud's head, which he neatly separates the neck from, in like a piece of a jigsaw puzzle. Fits perfectly! As in, hardly fits at all. He adds some bits of the leftover half of the woman's head in to improve the general look of the head. Good news is, the Yorinnsud half of the head now has long golden hair as well. And an eyebrow. Felt necessary, you know. He secures everything, double-checks the design for stylistic elegance, then nods contently and stands up.
Damn, Yorinnsud's looking mighty fine now. Most women would kill for curves like that. Luckily, Mark already took care of that part for him.
Yorinnsud, meanwhile, is paralyzed with horror. Not literally paralyzed, though. The body seems to work perfectly and react nicely to his control. If only it wouldn't feel so weird!
In a town of some kind...
Tom searches for eminently useful things. Such as explosives.
[Search roll: 2]
Well, there's no alchemist labs that he can see. Or stores for thieves, though that might mostly be because that's sort of a paradox. He finds an errant nail or two, but that's hardly the two pounds he was looking for. Finally, there is a kite flying around in the sky. Tom's pretty sure that's not a shield, though.
In the front yard of a spooky mansion...
Darren tries to get himself into the mood for some ghostly blues.
[Spooky Howling roll: 3]
Sadly, unlife is just too good to him. He can't get depressed enough to do this properly. He settles for whistling merrily instead.
[Visitor roll: 5]
He whistles all the cheeriest tunes he can think of for about twenty minutes before he notices a group of dudes standing around and dancing. They appear to be enjoying his talents immensely.
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Topic: Life Begins At Death - Epilogue: We Live And Live Again (Read 563116 times)