Post by deadman on Sept 29, 2006 12:44:16 GMT -5
Anyone who didn't recognize the Dead Man's gait would assume that he was marching through the complex with sinister intent. Though this is likely still true, there is also the consideration that his walking pattern is always the same, a sort of over-stepped stride, jarring and out of place. It almost looked like he was in a hurry… but he always looked that way. Odd for someone who should have more patience than just about anyone else.
He'd been searching the base for Pyro, looking to address the young leader about his continued stay, when he finally came across him in a side room that appeared to have been modified (very recently) into a game room. John was sitting in a comfortable chair, playing some video game on a console, attached to a good-sized TV.
Dead Man, not wanting to interrupt, and patient after all, merely stood in the doorway – looking every inch a corpse.
John didn't notice him at first, absorbed as he was in his game - bizarrely enough, one of the Resident Evil games. Thus it was that he got quite the shock when he turned briefly when he caught a movement out of the corner of his eye.
When the initial panic that somehow the game had spilled over into reality had settled, he paused the game, leaned forward and flicked the screen off. "Er, hi, Dead Man. It's good to see you up and about and not, well, dead. Well, apparently you ARE dead, but you know what I mean. I think."
"It would appear that indeed, there is a God." The name spilled over his lips in a way that screamed sacrilege. "I have been given my gate to perfection, and here I stand."
His eyes narrowed slightly, which, given the silhouetted fashion of his appearance in the doorway, narrowed the pin-points of red glow from them.
"I've come to let you know I'll be staying on the island for a bit longer, with the Brotherhood. I've also brought you a gift, as a token of respect. Several hundred pounds of supplies, from McDonalds – the restaurant chain."
He cocked his head slightly to the side.
"Finally, I wish to ask you a simple question. A riddle, of sorts." He whispered. "What sound does a baby make in a blender?"
Yay to the McDonalds, but what's with the baby jokes? This guy FREAKS me out.
Pyro raised his eyebrows politely. "That's great about the Maccy D's , thanks for that. Um...I don't know, what sound DOES a baby make in a blender?"
I can't believe I even ASKED.
"I don't know..." He whispered, his face breaking out into a twisted grin. "I was too busy masturbating!"
Then one of the most fundamentally disturbing sounds to ever be heard on Genosha erupted into the hallway, as the Dead Man laughed heartily. His torso shook, and he actually sounded like two or three people laughing in unison.
Just when he appeared to stop, he snorted into laughter again, slapping his thigh. Then he'd stop... then bust into laughter again. Finally he just walked away, down the hall, shaking and laughing.
I'm defiled.
Pyro stared after the Dead Man's retreating back for a moment. Then he returned to Resident Evil with a decidedly new enthusiasm.
He'd been searching the base for Pyro, looking to address the young leader about his continued stay, when he finally came across him in a side room that appeared to have been modified (very recently) into a game room. John was sitting in a comfortable chair, playing some video game on a console, attached to a good-sized TV.
Dead Man, not wanting to interrupt, and patient after all, merely stood in the doorway – looking every inch a corpse.
John didn't notice him at first, absorbed as he was in his game - bizarrely enough, one of the Resident Evil games. Thus it was that he got quite the shock when he turned briefly when he caught a movement out of the corner of his eye.
When the initial panic that somehow the game had spilled over into reality had settled, he paused the game, leaned forward and flicked the screen off. "Er, hi, Dead Man. It's good to see you up and about and not, well, dead. Well, apparently you ARE dead, but you know what I mean. I think."
"It would appear that indeed, there is a God." The name spilled over his lips in a way that screamed sacrilege. "I have been given my gate to perfection, and here I stand."
His eyes narrowed slightly, which, given the silhouetted fashion of his appearance in the doorway, narrowed the pin-points of red glow from them.
"I've come to let you know I'll be staying on the island for a bit longer, with the Brotherhood. I've also brought you a gift, as a token of respect. Several hundred pounds of supplies, from McDonalds – the restaurant chain."
He cocked his head slightly to the side.
"Finally, I wish to ask you a simple question. A riddle, of sorts." He whispered. "What sound does a baby make in a blender?"
Yay to the McDonalds, but what's with the baby jokes? This guy FREAKS me out.
Pyro raised his eyebrows politely. "That's great about the Maccy D's , thanks for that. Um...I don't know, what sound DOES a baby make in a blender?"
I can't believe I even ASKED.
"I don't know..." He whispered, his face breaking out into a twisted grin. "I was too busy masturbating!"
Then one of the most fundamentally disturbing sounds to ever be heard on Genosha erupted into the hallway, as the Dead Man laughed heartily. His torso shook, and he actually sounded like two or three people laughing in unison.
Just when he appeared to stop, he snorted into laughter again, slapping his thigh. Then he'd stop... then bust into laughter again. Finally he just walked away, down the hall, shaking and laughing.
I'm defiled.
Pyro stared after the Dead Man's retreating back for a moment. Then he returned to Resident Evil with a decidedly new enthusiasm.