mistconduct | Issue #76 [Text]

Issue #76 [Text]

Creed attacked Cassel today. Cassel's dead. I'm putting him in Zero and I'm going to put steps in place to make sure he doesn't get the chance to get at anyone again. Don't really have a whole hell of a lot to say aside from that, but just..be aware, I guess. He's a dangerous creep and I don't have a full handle on him yet. Obviously. This one's my fuck-up, guys. I'm owning it. I should've planned better for this shit. Just..bare with me while I get the hang of this. [Private to Dillon] I need you to help bring him back. Please.

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fuck me i don't know i don't know

it's okay man

i'll figure it out and be there soon, okay?

oh fuck oh fuck he better not have eaten him

if he did i'll turn him inside out

[So Dillon has issues with murder-consumption. So what.]

gross gross but also badass.

[Accurate. About fifteen minutes later -]

actually can you bring your pieces to the library it's kind of a mess over here

oh for fucks sake really??? i have to carry this gross thing?

fine okay lemme put the rest of this together first then

[And about five minutes later, he has Cassel's un-jigsawed body over his shoulders in a fireman's carry, clothes stained but unripped. His neck glistens wetly where Dillon's ambient powers are stopping the blood from either scabbing or spilling. He kicks the door instead of knocking.]

It's me.

Hi Me, it's Chris.

[Chris cracks open his door, then opens it wider so Dillon can come in. The piece he has of Cassel is still wrapped up in towels, sitting on his bed]

...sorry. hey.

Nah, it's okay, I get it.

[Your head goes weird places, in times like this, and it's not even gallows humor, really. It's just Chris keeping himself - himself a bit.

He lets the body slump onto the bed, neat but graceless, unwraps the head and fits it on, rotating slightly until everything is lined up just right, from the vertebra to the little capillaries, movements plain, not professional exactly, but steady, practiced.]

[Dillon's nailed it - Chris really wouldn't be in a right state of mind if he weren't cracking shitty puns. He gives a grimace and tries to keep his food down when he sees the body, and turns to stare at the door, ignoring the sounds and the smells]

You do this a lot? Before the Barge, I mean.

Yeah. I spent months doing it, on and off. There's always demand.

[Some of the pallor is already leaving Cassel's face from Dillon's touch - and his hair is looking more neatly combed, too - but it all ramps up when he adds a nudge of intention, nerves and bone and muscle and skin all suddenly adhering to where they were before. The cut vanishes, seamless, scarless, like it never was. Another little tug, and his soul reignites, or returns from wherever it was held, blinking back on like a light switch.]

[Chris turns around, his red eyes widening a little as he sees the fully put together form of his dead boyfriend, mute with shock]

[It's just like blinking - like one second he was being eviscerated and the next second he's sitting up abruptly, gasping, his eyes wide, heart pounding, so alive he can hardly stand it.]

What, [he says, looking up at Chris like Dillon isn't even there,] the fuck?

[He sort of scoots out of the way, because yeah, his job is mostly done here.]

....Cassel?

[Holy fuck - talk about your night of the living dead. Chris creeps a little closer, nervously]

You, uhm.

How do you feel?

Um.

[He swallows a couple times, looking down at his hands. The gloves still have blood on them. Fuck.]

Woozy. And. Fuck.

I died, didn't I?

..Yeah. Fucking Creed, man.

Dillon brought you back.

Fucking Creed, [he echoes, like it's all he knows how to say. Then he looks to Dillon for the first time, as though he's just noticed him.]

Thanks, man. I-- thanks.

It's cool. Just glad I could help.

You're probably still anemic, though. I can give you an old-fashioned transfusion sometime if you're not up for red meat right now.

...Fuck.

Yeah, just. Whatever you want to do, man.

[The mention of red meat makes him go a little green. He puts one hand over his stomach, protective.]

Yeah, I think - I think I need to just go . . .

[Hide? Hide.]

I'll get an IV ready for you. You can come by whenever.

[A soft murmur. Whenever it's okay.]

...yeah, I've. gotta go too.

[gotta go check on his stupid inmate]

I'll have my phone on me though.

Okay. Okay.

Be safe, okay? [This directed to Chris; Dillon doesn't need Cassel's well-wishes.]

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