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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 9:17 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 9:32 pm
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[Training Fields]
For some reason, a fair quantity of her human peelers in training found a live, running Hunter from Mist Division more interesting than a dead one. Mimsy rolled her eyes and laughed to herself. Children.
"There is work to be done!" she called after them, hands on her hips, before dropping down to sit on her heels. She stared at the body and sighed a heavy, exasperated sigh, as if it really were a huge pile of vegetables that had to be peeled before dinner. And with all the dignity one might use to handle a handful of carrots, she picked up the beheaded corpse's arm by the wrist, and plopped its hand into her lap.
After summoning Svensyl (who had been previously arguing his merits as compared to a vegetable peeler), she straightened the corpse's index finger by rubbing her thumb over it, then pressed the tip of the dead Hunter's finger to the edge of the blade.
Then, as she hummed something that sounded like an altered version of 'Itsy Bitsy Spider', she began to carefully slide the finger across it.
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 9:52 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 10:22 pm
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Melvin was in the middle of peeling a perfect potato. Perfect. He was even making it nice and smooth like starchy oval pearl, and was rather proud of his work - before a body fell from the sky and splattered blood all over his perfect work.
Startling, he jumped to his feet and looked around expecting a actual titan. His eyes went up, expecting some great bird or something flying, but there was nothing there. Just a poor hunter laying on their carefully peeled work.
Everyone surrounded the hunter, leaving Melvin to look over shoulders and peer in. Seemed like a Mist hunter, though where the head had gone did leave some questions. Melvin half wondered if it was going to drop down like some gory apple any moment, but it never came. Exactly what would you do with a head?
Since the man (?) was already dead, checking them for health or rushing them to the Infirmary was not needed. However, informing that a death had happened out of the blue was. "We should contacts some leads." He said, but found he didn't have a number. "Does Deus have 911?"
He tried dialing # to see if he got Deus customer service.
He was waiting on the phone before he saw a group start taking off, and he looked over to see a Mist hunter, weapon drawn, running to the lighthouse. There was a good group, and while he wanted to go, he wanted to make sure the body was taken care for. This was a person after all. One of them.
As he waited, he realized that Mimsy, who he thought was just inspecting the body, was actually CUTTING IT!
Startled, he went over and yanked her back. "What are you doing?! He is not a potato, you idiot!"
Nothing Yet No Mimsy. Bad. Bad Mimsy.
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 10:36 pm
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Training Field
Lydia gave the other woman a large smile when she stopped, straightening up as well while pushing the sleeves of her sweater up to her elbows, as though getting prepared for potentially messy work.
"It all depends, I suppose. Do you intend on attempting to remove it all in one whole piece to preserve or are your intentions geared towards eventual consumption?" She asked, all too seriously before continuing on.
"In either case, you're better off with a smaller blade, to ensure less likelihood of cutting through the muscle as well."
Just a suggestion, Mimsy.
The man that pulled the other woman back received a fairly startled look, before she smiled at him as well.
"Well there is no doubt she can see that! The physical structure of a potato would surely not be confused with that of a human body, headless or not."
She was positively beaming now.
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