idek somewhere over the rainbow

[zsasz]

Of course it would be a difficult task placing me somewhere but don't concern yourself over making me feel like I belong. It seems that despite he universe, nexus, however you prefer to word it--there are always zombies. Always in the majority.

The truly sane will never inherit the earth. We'll forever be swept aside as lunatics and madmen when in reality, we're the only ones who really know what's going on.

So take your pick of the litter. I guarantee that regardless of your decision, I'll be well capable of making myself at home. I only ask that the granted population of shambling corpses and lard insulated overgrown lemmings prove to be something of a challenge. My flesh is running out of room and I want to make these marks count.

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[demon_brat]

You.

[zsasz]

I do enjoy a happy reunion after such a bitterly anti-climactic ending.

[demon_brat]

I should have let you alone drown, in Arkham. Could have passed it off as an accident.

[zsasz]

And you could have filleted an inch of your flesh off as a memento.

A pity that it's too late for that.

[demon_brat]

I live to give people like you regrets.

[zsasz]

You live because gods like me fuel you to keep moving. Without us, you would find yourself slowly rotting away, wallowing in your own self loathing until there is nothing left.

You should thank me.

[demon_brat]

You wish. None of my... supposed self-loathing can be affected by you, either way.

I may have been born because there are insane people no better than you, but I live because of nothing of the sort.

[zsasz]

You mean you don't hate yourself for not severing my spinal chord? Meaning that I got away and the scars on my body are ever-increasing with each day.

I do hope you live a luxuriously comfortable life because that is the least I can say for my most recent "house-guests."

[demon_brat]

Interestingly enough, no. I don't hate myself for it.

Then again, where I am from, you have been a house guest at Arkham ever since that, so I have no reason to.

If you get out, well, I can always show you I've gotten even better. You might lose the use of an arm, for example.

[zsasz]

Oh I hope your mentor bought you ice cream for that. So obedient. A true child of this accursed race of animated corpses.

And we all know how reliable Arkham security is, don't we? The guards don't have the nice effortless give that the nurses possess. It's more like slicing roast beef than cutting into butter. But I feel the same satisfactory release which is all that really matters.

So please. I welcome visitors. Especially old friends.

[demon_brat]

You are just jealous because I've ha your life in my hands twice. It's never happened to you.

[zsasz]

[ Eeeuuugh. Yeah that strikes a nerve ngl. ]

Clever. You're firing me up, boy. My every nerve is screaming to feel your chilly still corpse beneath my fingertips.

A shame you're not within reach. I'll have to make do.

[demon_brat]

*oopsie.*

And every time you do that, you can't get that second chance. Think on it. If you have anything to think with, of course.

*Damian. Stop. Really.*

[zsasz]

Oh I will, my dear boy. I'll think on it hard. I just pity the pour souls who fall victim to your absence.

Well no.

You and I both know that's a lie. I don't pity them. I'll relish myself in their pleas and cries as they struggle to understand why I don't hold back.

And typically, I would say that there's no necessary reason, but in this special case, you have blessed me with one.

[demon_brat]

You had better hope that is just talk, Zsasz.

And you don't hold back because you don't have it in you to hold back.

[zsasz]

Why don't you wait for the morning paper to find out?

And that's true. I do enjoy my freedom, after all.

[demon_brat]

Because you haven't earned my patience.^

Addiction is not freedom, you idiot. Nor are obsession or compulsion. *though he so does know how much it feels like freedom. He'll just not show that knowledge, at all.*


ooc: ^mun is aware how ironic that statement is, considering the slowness...

[seer_of_puns]

[Excuse him Zsasz but he's just seeing exactly what your "marks" mean and this takes quite a while to take in.]

[zsasz]

[ Take a pic and post it on your facebook. It's a real conversation starter. Like politics and Cher. ]

[seer_of_puns]

[The problem is he is a SEER, so each wound brings forth a brutal image of another death. Finally he composes himself.]

Killing people like that, why?

[zsasz]

[ Oh. Welp. Good luck with that. ]

Would it comfort you to know that I don't have or need a reason?

[seer_of_puns]

Not really. I don't want to know what you would do if you had the knowledge of necromancy.

[zsasz]

Oooh. I do like the sounds of that. But I prefer the dead when they're unmoving and silent. The fresher and riper, the better. Though, please. Feel free to correct me if I'm misunderstanding something.