Huey Laforet (
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gocirclegogo2012-07-12 12:26 am
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this didn't go as well as Eastwood's escape
A back alley in London. Body parts fall to the streets. Two hands. The forearms. Feet, legs, a hollowed torso in several pieces, internal organs. A human head. Each of the parts is light enough that a falcon could conceivably transport it from one place to another in its claws, and the blood is all clinging. Altogether, these parts would make a full human being--short one eye.
Huey has only done this once before, so it takes some time before his body reassembles. Like cells of an organism, like a well-coordinated swarm of ants, his flesh and bones and organs pull themselves back together, joints locking in and blood flowing once more. He is now as whole in body as he was that day he was made immortal, minus an eye and a ponytail. Huey Laforet looks around him, and in a calm, quiet voice, calls for his youngest daughter.
"Leeza? ...Hilton?"
But there is no answer, and the streets beyond don't sound like 1930s Chicago. Nor did this place seem to have any connection to Alcatraz. So. Something didn't go to plan. (Again.)
"Ah."
But at least he has the clothes he had asked the Poet to fetch. He may as well dress and go looking for answers. He places a hand over his empty eye socket and wishes Renee the best.
[blah blah spam or prose, I don't care which, apologies for his lack of social, you know the drill]
Huey has only done this once before, so it takes some time before his body reassembles. Like cells of an organism, like a well-coordinated swarm of ants, his flesh and bones and organs pull themselves back together, joints locking in and blood flowing once more. He is now as whole in body as he was that day he was made immortal, minus an eye and a ponytail. Huey Laforet looks around him, and in a calm, quiet voice, calls for his youngest daughter.
"Leeza? ...Hilton?"
But there is no answer, and the streets beyond don't sound like 1930s Chicago. Nor did this place seem to have any connection to Alcatraz. So. Something didn't go to plan. (Again.)
"Ah."
But at least he has the clothes he had asked the Poet to fetch. He may as well dress and go looking for answers. He places a hand over his empty eye socket and wishes Renee the best.
[blah blah spam or prose, I don't care which, apologies for his lack of social, you know the drill]
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[See: the bolts on her head.]
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[He laughs quietly] Oh? They weren't of your choosing? Exempting those features we could not alter, my homunculi were all given free choice over their appearance. I had hoped it might... make them feel more at ease with their existence.
[He is being so much more pleasant with Fran than with anyone else.]
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[She laughs, a little embarrassed and waves her hand.]
Anyway, I use my bolts to store my surgical thread and needles. They're also helpful if I need to do other work on my head.
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[She unbuttons the traveling cloak she wears and holds it open for him. The insides are lining with countless surgical tools.]
I'm quite prepared at any moment.
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[AND HERE IS AN ELABORATE EXPLANATION ABOUT THE ALCHEMY BEHIND HIS CREATIONS. There are deliberate gaps in the information, as he sticks to the basic details, ensuring that anyone hearing his explanation wouldn't be able to recreate the work. He isn't that protective of it, but he isn't going to just randomly share it around.]
Lately, they have ventured more and more out of their flasks. Or perhaps it's more accurate to say... my creations have expanded their flasks to include more of the world. It will be truly interesting to observe how they respond to what they encounter.
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[The same smile as before. Is he being dishonest? Not entirely. They're good guinea pigs. He is close to them, knowing them entirely. They are his.]
It's my turn, correct? I would like to know how you were made--a wholly new creation, or made of different parts from the formerly living?
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[Teasip!] What purpose do your creations serve?
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Are the hybrids genetic experiments, or is grafting involved?
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But what a nice situation you have. [She sounds completely sincere.] Do they give you activity reports? Have you learned anything of particular interest?
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