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I don't understand the death toll.

No, I do, I mean. I know how it works. You die, Admiral brings you back, you're up and bouncing again in a week's time.

But I mean.

Who's taking your soul out before you go? Are people's souls staying in their bodies through their deaths? That's why it hurts so much to come back?

That's the most horrible thing I've ever heard in my life.

Someone give me back my powers and my fuckin' Post-its. Or a drink. Or all three. I want to take souls again, I've changed my mind. This place is awful.

[Spam for Dark Heart]

[By some small miracle, Mason's managed to find his room again, nestled safely on the fourth floor between Gary and Dean. He remembers it only when he's able to find one of the two on the ship and them follow them back to their rooms.

Here, he's fast asleep after a long and trying week, his muscles twinging and aching. He's under his smelly, stained comforter in a terrible Murphy bed with springs popped up all through the mattress, clothes spread everywhere. Home sweet home]

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[Dark Heart doesn't forget an insult. It doesn't matter that Mason didn't know he was insulting anyone at the time. What matters is that Mason be taught a lesson.

Dark Heart, who is about the size of a beetle, because he is one at the moment, slips under Mason's door with no effort at all. And then he stops.

What dump!

Whatever. It doesn't matter. He's not here to give decorating tips.

The transformation happens in a swirly of thick red smoke and a little ruby glow. And now, instead of a beetle, there stands a bear. A polar bear. A very red polar bear, with glowing red eyes.

The polar bear lumbers it's way across the room until his snout is right over Mason's face, hot breath puffing. Wakey, wakey.]

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[Mason, passed out in what's probably a drug-induced sleep, gives a low groan at the wet snout in his face. Eyes still closed, he reaches out numbly and pushes the snout away]

Georgieee. Yer fuckin' dog won't let off...

[Patience, patience. The snout doesn't move a damn inch, but Mason will get to feel that it's not small enough to be a dog anyway. And Dark Heart will helpfully pull his lips back to bare his teeth, and maybe a low warning rumble for effect.]

[Push. Push push.

Casual...feel up the length of the snout and holy shit that is not a golden retriever's teeth.

Mason's eyes snap open.]

orderfromchaos

what do you do with souls

not hypothetically i mean you in particular

I reap 'em.

More specifically I take their soul out of their body before they die. They don't die in pain, yes?

yes but *then what*

Then they go on.

Or they're stragglers an' they faff around for a few days before finally getting on with it.

voluntaryapnea

What do you mean, take souls again?

so you let them go

[Nope, not a golden retriever.

Now that his eyes are open, Dark Heart will take great pleasure in roaring in his face.]

routemistress

We get too many murders 'ere to let people stay dead. Sorry, petal.

[private]

What got you?

Edited Date: 2014-05-16 05:17 am (UTC)

darknessb4me

Not for long. They go out and back in when the person tolls. You have to be fast if you want to intercept them.

this_corrosion

Ooh, you've got powers? Go on, what kind?

[With a girlish shriek, Mason scrambles backwards on the bed, tripping up over his blankets and falling to the ground on the other side]

No no no no no!