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 Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 12:13 pm
Eye
After leaving the pool, Rep stopped by his room to get changed out of his completely soaked clothes, stealing a pair of kind of gay capris - that almost certainly weren’t his - to throw on and a pair of tatty sandals that were. Dressed mostly (he still didn’t care much for a shirt) he headed off back on the hunt for loose body parts. It wasn’t like the usual hunting bears or wild animals, you couldn’t really guess where a barely-sentient body part might go when let loose on a facility like Deus. All he could do was hope they hadn’t gone too far from where they’d been released and in the process hadn’t pissed off anyone too important.
He decided to stop by the places where a lot of people generally were as his first hotspots for the errant bits. This choice prove to be the correct one, when on turning the corner heading in the direction of the cafeteria, he spotted movement in the periphery of his vision. Turning to face it, he spotted a tiny circular form scuttling on what looked like an optic nerve. It was unmistakably an eyeball and one of the things he was supposed to catch and he wasted no time in charging after it. Unsurprisingly, given it was a disembodied eye, it saw him, rotating to point a blue retina at him before scooting off surprisingly fast down the corridor and into the dining room. He entered in hot pursuit.
What followed was complete chaos as he disrupted meal preparations and people who were staunchly trying to read or relax as he chased the ******** thing round and round tables, under them, over them, even going as far as to flip some over in an attempt to corner his very fast very very small prey. A result of this process was that he managed to piss off almost everyone in the cafeteria at the time - a few people even coming out of the kitchen to try and get him to leave and take his ******** zombie eye with him.
It was only after constructing a rudimentary pen out of tables and finally trapping the ******** thing under a plastic bin that he finally got it to hold still long enough to snatch it in the runic net. It was promptly added to the haul that consisted of the already netted arm, and then - with a stitch in one of his sides - he headed off in search of the others.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 12:29 pm
Head
Time was ticking away and there was no sign of the other body parts around. Rep was starting to really grow concerned about his continued health if he had to go back to Cael empty handed. He liked being alive, it was pleasant for the most part and meant he could spend time with Harrison. He didn’t want it abruptly cut short over Mark’s stupid ******** machines and their inherent design flaws.
Stopping off before heading to the life labs he cut into one of the bathrooms for a piss, his thoughts somewhere else entirely as he stood at the urinal. It was only when he realised that the shadow in the mirror next to him didn’t have a corresponding figure opposite it that he looked up.
And straight into the eyes of a disembodied, one eyed zombie head.
The scream he let out was just about the most effeminate shriek he’d ever managed in his life, if not number one then at the very least top five. And what followed was the most desperate post bathroom sorting himself the ******** out he’d also ever managed. The head took his preoccupation with his hands as its cue to get the ******** out and it launched itself from the ledge beneath the mirror and over his shoulder.
There was a thunk as it forcibly headbutted the door open and (at least) finally modest and presentable, Rep ran after it as fast as he possibly could.
The head made a break for the front doors of the HQ and despite yells not to open the ******** doors, some trainee guy walked in anyway, finding himself shoved bodily straight back out as Rep careened into him like a stampeding bull, chasing the head that had only just edged past him.
This time it took a goalie style leap to seize the head before it could escape into the jungle, holding it aloft in a scraped and dazed heap for a few moments before he could net it. Finally netted he just lay there, trying to get his breath back, teetering on the dizzy edge of exhaustion. He was so completely out of it that he realised he’d found head in the men’s bathroom and started laughing to himself for about a minute before getting back on the trail all over again.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 1:06 pm
Leg
It was on the way to the labs that Rep found the last body part he remembered seeing escape, a leg serenely coasted along like a strange boat on a sole of wiggling tendrils. It also seemed to be on its way to the life labs and he really didn’t want to think of what the hell could happen if it reached them. The labs were dangerous enough on their own without throwing infested bodies into the mix. This time he didn’t simply run after the leg because he expected (as if real life was some sort of computer game) it to be faster than the others. Instead he took a detour, veering off on another path through the encroaching jungle that would come out closer to the labs.
He mentally slipped into his hunting mode, paying attention to the direction of the wind even though his current quarry had no nose to speak of. Every step was carefully planned as not to break any twigs or cause too much of a racket. He reached the place where the two paths met before the leg did and found himself crouching to wait. As the minutes past he found himself reassessing his life. The weird ******** situations he found himself in just got worse and worse. If past him had any idea he’d one day be waiting on a moving severed leg to catch it and bring it back to a crazy guy with a scythe and his scruffy minion he’d have laid off the drugs a little more.
Finally he spotted it and hardly dared to breathe.
The leg serenely kept along its steady path.
He leapt and this time, there was no awful chase all over the island, only the leg valiantly trying to club him with its heel as he finally got it into one of the remaining nets.
Finally trapped he let out a sigh of relief and headed back to retreive the other contained specimens and haul his a** right back over to the Death department.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 1:16 pm
Torso
Along the way he stopped at one of the vending machines to see if they had been refilled, only to hear yelling down the hall as he retrieved his stuff. He picked up his pace and found out quite clearly that he’d overlooked a very important body part. The torso was unclothed and a very timid looking huntress was whacking it with a shoe while it ambled in aimless circles around her feet.
“Ah s**t s**t. I’ve got it!” he called out, holding up his nets of wriggling body parts. “Just hold still, don’t intimidate it!” Because he didn’t want it turn into some awful monstrosity and murder them both. It seemed like a possible thing given his track record with limbs, mirrors and crystals.
Luckily the torso was straightforward to net, quickly added to his collection.
He gave the huntress the can he’d just bought in the hopes it might calm her nerves and then hopeful that nothing else awful would go wrong (who was he kidding??) he made his way back to where he'd last seen Mark.
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