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route666rp2025-02-25 08:13 pm
bufudine) wrote in route666rp2025-02-25 08:13 pm
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[CLOSED]
Who: John, Serph, and Viktor. Jayce is here too, technically.
What: Three differently unhinged people deciding what to do with a dead body that has the baddest of vibes.
When: The time between 1 and 2 of (cw: graphic descriptions of gore) this thread.
Where: Jayce's iridescent pickup truck.
Warnings: Graphic descriptions of gore, rot, dead bodies, etc. and the usual "thinkin' 'bout cannibalism." If a log warranted a "Dead dove do not eat" tag, this would be it. (We are not eating the dove. This time.)
Serph had planned on checking on Jayce before going hunting; when the man had agreed to try monster meat to try and slake his strangely unending hunger, Serph had agreed to hunt for him. But Jayce had looked... bad, in a way that he couldn't quite put his finger on. It doesn't strike him as particularly normal for humans, but he just doesn't know enough to be able to draw any sort of conclusion as to what sort of affliction he was suffering from. Would Jayce even have the strength to make it to the forest to eat? It seems like a good idea to check on his condition first before going into the forest.
Unfortunately... as Serph nears Jayce's pick-up truck, it's the smell that hits him first. Rot is still a fairly novel concept to him -- everything disappeared in the Junkyard, either down their throats or into the waterways -- but it stinks just like the several days old corpse he'd shoved into the meat processor. The hunger -- his closest companion, never satisfied -- falls strangely quiet, his demon's voracious appetite uneasily quelled.
With a frown he approaches at a jog and is greeted by the corpse of Jayce laying in a pool of blood in his truck's bed. But... who the hell bleeds out in multiple colours? Serph hoists himself up to get a better look at Jayce's corpse, heedless of the rainbow liquid lapping at his shoes.
What: Three differently unhinged people deciding what to do with a dead body that has the baddest of vibes.
When: The time between 1 and 2 of (cw: graphic descriptions of gore) this thread.
Where: Jayce's iridescent pickup truck.
Warnings: Graphic descriptions of gore, rot, dead bodies, etc. and the usual "thinkin' 'bout cannibalism." If a log warranted a "Dead dove do not eat" tag, this would be it. (We are not eating the dove. This time.)
Serph had planned on checking on Jayce before going hunting; when the man had agreed to try monster meat to try and slake his strangely unending hunger, Serph had agreed to hunt for him. But Jayce had looked... bad, in a way that he couldn't quite put his finger on. It doesn't strike him as particularly normal for humans, but he just doesn't know enough to be able to draw any sort of conclusion as to what sort of affliction he was suffering from. Would Jayce even have the strength to make it to the forest to eat? It seems like a good idea to check on his condition first before going into the forest.
Unfortunately... as Serph nears Jayce's pick-up truck, it's the smell that hits him first. Rot is still a fairly novel concept to him -- everything disappeared in the Junkyard, either down their throats or into the waterways -- but it stinks just like the several days old corpse he'd shoved into the meat processor. The hunger -- his closest companion, never satisfied -- falls strangely quiet, his demon's voracious appetite uneasily quelled.
With a frown he approaches at a jog and is greeted by the corpse of Jayce laying in a pool of blood in his truck's bed. But... who the hell bleeds out in multiple colours? Serph hoists himself up to get a better look at Jayce's corpse, heedless of the rainbow liquid lapping at his shoes.