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exsiliumlogs2012-02-16 10:51 pm
stonefaith) wrote in exsiliumlogs2012-02-16 10:51 pm
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Date & Time: Backdated to evening of 2/12
Location: Back in the armory again.
Characters: Bariyan e Kodhi (stonefaith), Problem Sleuth (armistyx)
Summary: Too much alcohol and too many sharp pointy things all together in one place. [Completed: Bariyan and Sleuth swordfight and Sleuth cuts Bariyan's left arm off. Bariyan laughs, A LOT. It's stupid.]
Warnings: STUPIDITY, with a generous dose of DRUNKEN AMPUTATION
Okay, so he's a little bit drunk.
What.
Is that even fucking possible? He's a, a, a zombie, for heaven's sake, you can't, you can't get a corpse drunk. That's not physically possible. Of course it's also not physically possible for a corpse to walk and talk and start having an existential crisis courtesy of cheap wine but, well, there you have it.
He'd wandered back to the armory. Drinking had made him remember that there were all sorts of interesting things back in the armory that he hadn't the time or inclination to look at when they'd first dragged him through, or even when he'd gone in again with Artika. And, hell, he has nothing better to do right now.
But instead of looking, Bariyan finds the nearest wall to lean up against. Then he takes another drink from his bottle. And gets depressed. Zombie. Him. Dead and cold and so on, stuck in a completely new universe which he doesn't know about and can't get out of and so on, home universe is even shittier than and filled with unpleasant people and so on, and...
Bariyan scowls at nothing. Fuck this line of thought.
Location: Back in the armory again.
Characters: Bariyan e Kodhi (
stonefaith), Problem Sleuth (armistyx)Summary: Too much alcohol and too many sharp pointy things all together in one place. [Completed: Bariyan and Sleuth swordfight and Sleuth cuts Bariyan's left arm off. Bariyan laughs, A LOT. It's stupid.]
Warnings: STUPIDITY, with a generous dose of DRUNKEN AMPUTATION
Okay, so he's a little bit drunk.
What.
Is that even fucking possible? He's a, a, a zombie, for heaven's sake, you can't, you can't get a corpse drunk. That's not physically possible. Of course it's also not physically possible for a corpse to walk and talk and start having an existential crisis courtesy of cheap wine but, well, there you have it.
He'd wandered back to the armory. Drinking had made him remember that there were all sorts of interesting things back in the armory that he hadn't the time or inclination to look at when they'd first dragged him through, or even when he'd gone in again with Artika. And, hell, he has nothing better to do right now.
But instead of looking, Bariyan finds the nearest wall to lean up against. Then he takes another drink from his bottle. And gets depressed. Zombie. Him. Dead and cold and so on, stuck in a completely new universe which he doesn't know about and can't get out of and so on, home universe is even shittier than and filled with unpleasant people and so on, and...
Bariyan scowls at nothing. Fuck this line of thought.
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He doesn't feel it at first. He certainly sees it, though. How weird and interesting, what's going on, is that blade going clean through-- oh yes. Yes it is. There we go.
All in all, it's a very clean amputation. Probably because there's no blood.
The sudden change in weight distribution causes Bariyan to reel backwards. He jams the point of his own sword -- held in his only remaining hand -- right into the ground to stop himself from falling over, and leans on it for support. And from there, he continues to stare down at his left arm like he has no idea what it is. Or how to react to it.
"Uh." Bariyan looks down at the other half of his arm, the bit that's still attached to him. "Well, son of a bitch."