Post by deadman on Oct 29, 2006 16:34:59 GMT -5
Dead Man watched with only passive interest as the scientist plugged away at the keyboard. DM didn't really need to even keep an eye on him, really, as he was in his mind riding piggy back on the things he saw and the information he gleaned from the wonderful device. For the longest time he hadn't needed the internet, and wanted to access it, and tried to avoid it like the living avoided him. Times were changing, however, and information was a magical thing. He'd raped through this scientists memories and thoughts, reading his entire life story over the course of a couple weeks, and the scientific wonders he'd discovered there were something to be impressed by indeed!
The man thought of himself as an “idea man,” a real “fucking genius.” Dead Man was inclined to agree. His first thought was how to slow this rot of his body, for, despite it's natural beauty, it would slow him down in the business he'd need to be in. Not that the red eyes didn't, but smelling like the dead was an aversion to the living. Looking like them even more of one. Fortunately for DM, his molecular decay was significantly slower than a traditional dead. His blood wasn't completely coagulated into a mass, he didn't shit out his insides or any of those other things... at least not in the traditional sense.
He was some form of half-dead, not quite as dead as dead, and definitely not living. He fancied himself an improvement over death, which was itself an improvement over the living.
Still, the Idea Man had an idea, of course, and that was embalming. He should simply replace his fetid organs with... well, other things. His body was literally his temple, now capable of being completely redecorated. Maybe if he pulled out just about everything but his skin, bones, and brains, he wouldn't smell as 'bad'. He could even replace them with other things and sew himself back up, so he kept his shape? Almost like taxidermy.
It was something to consider. He supposed that the resident medic would know more, and stood suddenly, and stalked towards the door. The animate regrettably got up and followed.
Yes. Angie would probably know how to go about getting himself taxidermy-ed. Besides, she seemed to like Mr. Bones, and he knew the lil' dog liked her. Maybe it'd be mutually beneficial.
The man thought of himself as an “idea man,” a real “fucking genius.” Dead Man was inclined to agree. His first thought was how to slow this rot of his body, for, despite it's natural beauty, it would slow him down in the business he'd need to be in. Not that the red eyes didn't, but smelling like the dead was an aversion to the living. Looking like them even more of one. Fortunately for DM, his molecular decay was significantly slower than a traditional dead. His blood wasn't completely coagulated into a mass, he didn't shit out his insides or any of those other things... at least not in the traditional sense.
He was some form of half-dead, not quite as dead as dead, and definitely not living. He fancied himself an improvement over death, which was itself an improvement over the living.
Still, the Idea Man had an idea, of course, and that was embalming. He should simply replace his fetid organs with... well, other things. His body was literally his temple, now capable of being completely redecorated. Maybe if he pulled out just about everything but his skin, bones, and brains, he wouldn't smell as 'bad'. He could even replace them with other things and sew himself back up, so he kept his shape? Almost like taxidermy.
It was something to consider. He supposed that the resident medic would know more, and stood suddenly, and stalked towards the door. The animate regrettably got up and followed.
Yes. Angie would probably know how to go about getting himself taxidermy-ed. Besides, she seemed to like Mr. Bones, and he knew the lil' dog liked her. Maybe it'd be mutually beneficial.