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Post by ★ lysander on Mar 2, 2015 12:28:21 GMT
Well. Business was slow these days. Not that there was any lack of people to bring back from the dead, but. Seeing as Mal's skills were still, uh, unpolished, that entire market was pretty much out of reach. At least until she could finally figure out how to refine her technique.
Being a necromancer, you see, wasn't all what it seemed to be. Most people imagined all-powerful mages with elaborate robes and horns and shit. Doing cool stuff like bringing entire legions of the dead back to life. Conquering whole cities. Becoming overlords and all that jazz. But those were fictional necromancers. In reality, there were fuckloads of roadblocks on the way to world domination. One could not simply sell their soul away to the devil and poof, suddenly become a cool-ass magic-wielder. First, these days you had to join a cult. And that meant all sorts of initiation and rites and rules and all the red tape. It was lame. Then if you were lucky, some higher-up would finally help you realize your magic potential. But that didn't do shit if you didn't have a mentor.
Mal managed to forgo all that, thankfully, when she found a freelancer who taught her some of the basics. Before he went and got himself killed, that is.
She sighed, making her way down a hill of detritus. At least she could still sell her medicinal goods. And drugs. Potions, aphrodisiacs, what have y—
—aaaand she tripped. And fell at least a few meters down the side of the hill before she managed to break her momentum, wincing and standing back up. What the hell did she trip on?
As she made her way back up, she blinked.
A body?
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Post by kindarotting on Mar 2, 2015 13:27:22 GMT
Great. Another fucking toy, stepping on her body. What a blast. It's been something that feels like forever but probably was just a few days, maybe a week that she's been sitting here, on a hill, watching her body decompose.
"Excuse me, can't a dead girl rot in peace?"
Not that said person would be able to hear her, a- entity? Soul? If it was up to here, she'd definitely say something cooler than that, as to what, she wasn't quite sure yet. But there was a looot of time to come up with something suffisant.
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Post by ★ lysander on Mar 2, 2015 13:47:09 GMT
Mal blinked. Again. She swore she could've heard something that sounded like a voice. Of course, being a necromancer came with a few side effects— you could, for example, hear the dead speak. Not all the time— else most mages would prooobably go insane, but if the presence was strong enough, she could hear them loud and clear.
"Excuse me, can't a dead girl rot in peace?"
Did she hear that right?
Mal walked around the body, looking it over, then squatting next to it as she examined its features. Not exactly fresh. She'd seen corpses in better condition. But this one wasn't particularly bad either. By the amount of decay, she guessed the girl'd been dead for— a week? Or more? Probably more. It was hard to tell— the amount of toxic bullshit in the air and the water these days made biology screw up more than usual.
She figured it couldn't hurt to practice her necromancy a little, right?
So now she stood up, pulled her switchblade out of her pocket, and closed her eyes— she'd done this many, many times before. With varying results. But that didn't change the way the energy felt, flowing from the tip of her blade to her palm, where she cut along worn scar tissue. And with her blood, she murmured her enchantments, drawing sigils on the girl's face, chest, and on the ground around her. The markings hissed, darkening, growing louder as she neared the end of her spell— then they disintegrated into the corpse's skin. She was finished.
Well. Sort of. Mal had a feeling she was missing a couple steps. Or more.
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Post by kindarotting on Mar 2, 2015 14:07:18 GMT
This one was curious, huh? Sophie sat on the ground, legs crossed into a tailorseat and watched the- tiny, tiny girl walk back to her body and look at it. Sit down, right next to Sophie. Look at the body some more.
Nice, yes, good, watch me in this really pathetic and rather sad state, I don't mind, don't ask me for permission whatsoever. Why don't you take a hit, sniff my hand or something you seem interested enough to get off on that, creep.
Her eyes narrowed in annoyance and she heaved a small sigh when the other one finally seemed to lose interest like a few other people before and looked up at her face. I'll remember you and I will haunt you, booo. She pulled a face at the stranger and was about to resume her exciting decay observations when she saw the blade.
"I fucking dare you to cut me up, Girlfriend." But despite what Sophie was expecting, the knife didnt go straight into her body on the ground but the freak was starting to cut herself. Something was definitely wrong, she has seen many things but this was new. So was the weird shit that happened next, blood all over her body, on the ground; Christ on a stick this chick was mad, giving even some disembodied entity a headache. No, really. A headache. A stinging in her head, quickly spreading to her eyes and entire face, body even. A groan as she held her head, feeling like she'd break out of her skin if she still had some and she closed her eyes, trying to cope with the pain growing steadily more unbearable until--
It was gone.
She opened her eyes and- Looked up from the ground into a lingering face above her. Intinctively she took a deep breath, starting to cough when the weird sensation of air being sucked down into lungs that no longer needed it brought tears into her eyes. Like drowning. Another gasp of air, another coughing fit and she pushed herself up from the ground, her body slumping over in exhaustion once she was finished. Sophie held her breath to not make the same mistake three times in a row and looked up, her eyes tearing a little.
"What the fuck?" It sounded awkward, forced, high-pitched from holding her breath, trying not to inhale.
"WHAT. THE FUCK?"
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Post by ★ lysander on Mar 2, 2015 14:20:50 GMT
Mal, on the other hand, was a bit preoccupied, unperturbed by the the whole reanimated corpse bit. Hm. Something wasn't quite right. She squatted again, squinting at the decay still left on the girl's body.
"That didn't work."
Well. At least she came back to life like she was supposed to. Mal stood up, taking a roll of gauze from her hoodie pocket and wrapping it around her hand. "Welcome back to the land of the living."
Not that it was really worth coming back to, Mal figured, but you couldn't enjoy being dead when you were. Well. Dead. Though the state this girl was in made her wonder— was she really alive if her body was still— not alive? To confirm, Mal reached over, gently (but abruptly) took the girl's arm and tried to find a pulse.
"Oh. Wow. You're still dead."
Fuck. That wasn't quite what she wanted to happen.
"Sorry."
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Post by kindarotting on Mar 3, 2015 7:44:39 GMT
Sophie yanked back her arm from the girls hand, lucky that the grip around her wrist wasn't really hard to she may just have unhinged her arm.
"NO FUCKING JOKE, GENIUS."
She yelled at the girl, forgetting about her good intentions to not choke herself to death by - ironically enough, breathing - and freaked into another coughing fit. "S-sorry? Well guess what, fuck you!" She was breathless, but not breathless enough to not insult that fucking freak. Finally, she was able to get up, slowly. Damn fucking slowly. Her legs felt weird and on further inspection that was probably because of the gross, mushy part in the hollow of her knee, prooobably where the tendon was located.
"I am /so/ not putting up with this." Pulling a face, she poked against the rotten flesh with one of her fingers, only barely stopping herself from dry-heaving. Moving on to pluck at some loose skin on her wrist that she had just detected, she shot a glare at the girl to her side.
"Look, low-five.", she grunted, god this girl was TINY. "You better fix this right now."
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