Post by deadman on Oct 1, 2006 12:52:12 GMT -5
Genosha was no small place... a sprawling island that once would have been a proud point to it's native peoples, whom died so long ago.
For these reasons, if no other, Dead Man greatly enjoyed the place. The ground was rich with the dead, they just took a bit of time to get out... and they were old dead. Some of them, ancient dead. The island was also tropic enough to have a few great beasts on it, which was more than handy.
The older the dead, the less attachment they had to their own mortal limitations, and therefore the more powerful they were as animates. Beasts made only decent animates for this reason, for their psyche's were more strongly linked to their exact limitations and strengths.
This morning Dead Man had been wondering the island, searching for powerful dead. He'd already hit a few good choices before Baltimore, though those were now gone to him. Now he had with him four skeletal figures, all of them babbling remnants of their former selves. He had to give them idiotic simpleton commands, but what they lacked in intelligence, they made up for in sheer power.
He was headed toward the beach, when another scan revealed an incredibly old series of bones beneath... an animal, of some sort, though intelligent enough to keep a decent amount of psychic residue behind.
It was a rare find, and he couldn't help but animate it.
After a few moments, the soil trembled and a small bone popped through. Another moment later, the remainder of the bones burst forth, and began to hop around...
It was a dog. A medium sized dog. Or, at least, it had been. Now it was a skeleton, nearly fossilized, and in fragmented pieces. Still... enough was left to form the basic canine form.
It seemed to be completely excited too, hopping and jumping, and running around in a circle. Amused, he let it behave this way, and finally it ran right up to him, hopping into his outstretched arms. The beast didn't seem to know it lacked a tongue, or even realize anything was wrong with itself. So it was 'licking him' with the point on the end of it's bony muzzle.
“How sweet. I like you to, Mr. Bones.” He whispered, and set it down. “Now come along. We've got more exploring to do.”
And he stalked through the wood toward the beach once more... Mr. Bones nipping at the four trailing skeletons behind him.
For these reasons, if no other, Dead Man greatly enjoyed the place. The ground was rich with the dead, they just took a bit of time to get out... and they were old dead. Some of them, ancient dead. The island was also tropic enough to have a few great beasts on it, which was more than handy.
The older the dead, the less attachment they had to their own mortal limitations, and therefore the more powerful they were as animates. Beasts made only decent animates for this reason, for their psyche's were more strongly linked to their exact limitations and strengths.
This morning Dead Man had been wondering the island, searching for powerful dead. He'd already hit a few good choices before Baltimore, though those were now gone to him. Now he had with him four skeletal figures, all of them babbling remnants of their former selves. He had to give them idiotic simpleton commands, but what they lacked in intelligence, they made up for in sheer power.
He was headed toward the beach, when another scan revealed an incredibly old series of bones beneath... an animal, of some sort, though intelligent enough to keep a decent amount of psychic residue behind.
It was a rare find, and he couldn't help but animate it.
After a few moments, the soil trembled and a small bone popped through. Another moment later, the remainder of the bones burst forth, and began to hop around...
It was a dog. A medium sized dog. Or, at least, it had been. Now it was a skeleton, nearly fossilized, and in fragmented pieces. Still... enough was left to form the basic canine form.
It seemed to be completely excited too, hopping and jumping, and running around in a circle. Amused, he let it behave this way, and finally it ran right up to him, hopping into his outstretched arms. The beast didn't seem to know it lacked a tongue, or even realize anything was wrong with itself. So it was 'licking him' with the point on the end of it's bony muzzle.
“How sweet. I like you to, Mr. Bones.” He whispered, and set it down. “Now come along. We've got more exploring to do.”
And he stalked through the wood toward the beach once more... Mr. Bones nipping at the four trailing skeletons behind him.