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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[Huey's eyes wander, as they sometimes do, past Fran's head, and he speaks as he sometimes does like he is only thinking aloud.] The Twins have always been the link of communication between myself and the Lamia. It has been a few years now since I have seen any of the others in person... I had been hoping to make contact with at least Sickle and the Poet today. They have all been less cohesive since Christopher's disappearance.
Ah, it's quite remarkable. Each should be able to handle most humans without any difficulty; in respect to physical ability, they were designed to be superior to humanity. Yet in several separate incidents recently, a human has been able to match, if not exceed, their combat abilities. A young woman against Adele, a young man against Christopher--and on their last mission, the whole team fell to a very strange human with a wrench in Chicago. Well, perhaps the results would have been different if Christopher had been with them... Even so, humans have exceeded my expectations. It seems to have quite shaken Rail.
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But you say 1934? I'm from 2010! Medical science will really dazzle you when you get to see it! I don't think you'll be disappointed.
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Oh? How did it work?
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[Fran sighs deeply.] Unfortunately... the metamorphosis birth method was still in the trial phase. I hadn't had a chance to test it in various conditions yet. People were too careless and ignore the new risks, especially those in the chrysalis phase. The natural predators that preyed on caterpillars and the like began to prey on these as well.
[But then she shrugs.] It was an interesting experiment but I suppose in the end, it was for the best. Maybe pregnancy evolved as it did simply because it truly was the best solution. Either way, I only use it for certain creations now who wouldn't be able to give birth easily otherwise.
[Sips her tea.]
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