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daemonmuses We live in a frightening world.
Nov. 8th, 2008 10:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thenightsurgeonWhat's the most frightening thing you've ever done on purpose? How'd that work out?
I can't really think of anything.
Dull? Dull a word here meaning lies, meaning a description the author would rather not give.
See here one overdue account holder-Bill Braxton-artificially dyed mongoose staggering at his side. He is thinking about dinner, groceries, milk, the sorts of things that one man would normally think about on his way home from work. The mongoose wobbles. Work, a word here meaning life in addiction, a Zydrate Junkie.
The Slogan "Happiness is a Warm Scalpel" could catch on.
He lets her go first. She is somehow independent during these moments. He thinks it happened when he and Marni were seperated. The memory gives him strength to slow his own footsteps.
Poor Mongoose. Casia does not eviscerate like other Repo-Daemons. She simply holds. There is a reason for this.
FROM THE REPO-MAN TRAINING MANUAL
It is suggested that while you might be eager to apprehend a target you refrain from having your daemon eviscerate the intended daemon. Evisceration damages organs in the host.
So she holds and the mongoose screams and Nathan is suddenly there. He doesn't need to smile, the sensation of the Lynx's canines digging in deeper as he approaches works wonders.
From there it's simple, a lower Y incision-
"Please-Please-"
He doesn't talk. If you were stupid enough to miss a payment you're not worthy of his attention anyway. The moans are soon released to gurgling. At least this guy was thin, he doesn't have to cut through any fat or extra tissue to get at what he needs. The very idea that people would refuse to take care of themselves when at any moment they could be called upon to-well-run...
Lungs and a Kidney. Guy must have tried to take advantage of one of GeneCo's discounts. Poor bastard.
There is smoke oozing from Casia's mouth in whisps and curls, all that remains of a shoddy daemon, a dead voice of reason in an unfeeling world. Between the two of them they look like creatures risen from hell. Lost in the moment, he puts a bloody hand on her head and she begins to purr, a deep rumbling noise. Ironic, big cats don't normally purr.
Getting to his feet he kicks the refuse aside. A cleaning crew will collect it-he has no time for it now.
We keep the world moving..
It's out of the blue and completely unexpected. What did she feel? That twinge in the pit of his stomache? The tingle at the base of his spine? He was surprised at that-he'd thought he'd managed to extinguish it completely since his wife's...demise.
He smiles under the mask, "....I know."
And they are gone like shadows in the evening.
I can't really think of anything.
Dull? Dull a word here meaning lies, meaning a description the author would rather not give.
See here one overdue account holder-Bill Braxton-artificially dyed mongoose staggering at his side. He is thinking about dinner, groceries, milk, the sorts of things that one man would normally think about on his way home from work. The mongoose wobbles. Work, a word here meaning life in addiction, a Zydrate Junkie.
The Slogan "Happiness is a Warm Scalpel" could catch on.
He lets her go first. She is somehow independent during these moments. He thinks it happened when he and Marni were seperated. The memory gives him strength to slow his own footsteps.
Poor Mongoose. Casia does not eviscerate like other Repo-Daemons. She simply holds. There is a reason for this.
FROM THE REPO-MAN TRAINING MANUAL
It is suggested that while you might be eager to apprehend a target you refrain from having your daemon eviscerate the intended daemon. Evisceration damages organs in the host.
So she holds and the mongoose screams and Nathan is suddenly there. He doesn't need to smile, the sensation of the Lynx's canines digging in deeper as he approaches works wonders.
From there it's simple, a lower Y incision-
"Please-Please-"
He doesn't talk. If you were stupid enough to miss a payment you're not worthy of his attention anyway. The moans are soon released to gurgling. At least this guy was thin, he doesn't have to cut through any fat or extra tissue to get at what he needs. The very idea that people would refuse to take care of themselves when at any moment they could be called upon to-well-run...
Lungs and a Kidney. Guy must have tried to take advantage of one of GeneCo's discounts. Poor bastard.
There is smoke oozing from Casia's mouth in whisps and curls, all that remains of a shoddy daemon, a dead voice of reason in an unfeeling world. Between the two of them they look like creatures risen from hell. Lost in the moment, he puts a bloody hand on her head and she begins to purr, a deep rumbling noise. Ironic, big cats don't normally purr.
Getting to his feet he kicks the refuse aside. A cleaning crew will collect it-he has no time for it now.
We keep the world moving..
It's out of the blue and completely unexpected. What did she feel? That twinge in the pit of his stomache? The tingle at the base of his spine? He was surprised at that-he'd thought he'd managed to extinguish it completely since his wife's...demise.
He smiles under the mask, "....I know."
And they are gone like shadows in the evening.
