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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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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