The mun finally saw the trailer for the remake . Of course Ash has something to say...

[boomsticking]

Gotta admit I feel kinda bad for them.

But a turkey carver? Kids these days. They've gotta do everything the hard way.

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[whitescalesbigmouth]

Yeah, my mun saw that too...

Gotta say I think she prefers the chainsaw arm, the turkey carver arm doesn't look like it'll be very effective against those Deadite goons.

[boomsticking]

If they're smart enough, they'll break out the heavy artillery, pronto.

[whitescalesbigmouth]

...How about setting the cabin on fire?

I'd be pretty good at that. I'm pretty sure they set something or someone on fire in the latest trailer. She keeps laughing at that whole vomiting thing too she said it reminded her of the Nick Teen awards whatever they are.

[boomsticking]

Close but no cigar.

She should read the script. The mun laughed her head off at it.

[Eyes narrowing.]

Y'know how they are. Getting joy out of our pain.

[whitescalesbigmouth]

Oh believe me she's tried! She can't find a decent place to read it though and even on that deadite forum she used to frequent she's having no joy there.

...But hey for someone who looks like they've gone through alot of pain you look like you're doing pretty okay. That's gotta count for something right?

[She gives a small smile and extends a hand.]

Saft.

[boomsticking]

Eh,I've been through worse. They threw as much shit as me as they could and I took it all fine.

[Extend right hand go.]


Name's Ash.

[OOC: try this!

[whitescalesbigmouth]

[She takes it and shakes some. She doesn't even mention the other arm - her mun's been kind enough to fill her in on what happened with that. Plus there was a time when she shared her headspace with another of you so this isn't entirely anything new to her.]

So you've been doing okay?

[boomsticking]

[Hey, as long as she's not gawking.]

Pretty damn good. Got a job, got a life. Could be worse.

[whitescalesbigmouth]

Same.

Got a home, Got an uncle who looks after me and whatever the worst has thrown at me I've always managed to walk away from it stronger than before.

[She gives another smile.] Honestly, I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't convince myself that I'd make it through somehow.

[OOC : Whoa, Just read the script and I have alot of mixed views about it.]

[boomsticking]

Family helps.

Even if you have to find and make it as you go along.

[OOC: Yeah, I have a lot of feelings about it, mostly mixed to negative.]

[whitescalesbigmouth]

Yeah, I guess you're right.

And now that I've met you, I guess that makes you some distance cousin or something huh?

[boomsticking]

Yeah, guess you could say that.

[undeadpan]

No better way to learn than the hard way.

Gah this is ridiculously late, sorry!

[boomsticking]

That's the trouble, man. You don't have time to learn the hard way in our line of work.

[detoxes]

What about it?

[boomsticking]

You know what about it, kid. Banging your head against the wall ain't healthy. Y'gotta make it quick and clean or it hurts more than it needs to.

[He's already eyeballing the jury rigged dressing she's applied to her shoulder.]

Y'need help with that?

[detoxes]

N-no. It's fine.

Thank you.

[boomsticking]

[He almost rolls his eyes at her.]

Kid, I've been through this shit before. I know what this kinda hell looks like when it's starting down at you with its beady little eyes. Just lemme help before you bleed to death.

[detoxes]

Do you? I don't think so. You can't possibly--

It doesn't even hurt anymore.

[boomsticking]

[He swears to God they get more stubborn every time. He reaches down for his right hand, untwists the gauntlet enough to show her his stump.]

That convince you? Or do I have to stand on my hand and sing the Deadite Victim's National Anthem?

[detoxes]

[That would be her eyes widening considerably.]

Deadites. Are those - those... things? In the woods - they were...

[Nope. Not gonna talk about it.]

[boomsticking]

[This face.]

Yep. Big time.

[He's just going to do the Mature Adult Thing and start ripping the hem of his shirt to make better bandages; don't worry, it's already torn.]

Who screwed up the words?

[Be proud, universe, he's not running away like a coward.]

[detoxes]

What words? I don't know what you're talking about.

[boomsticking]

....Okay, so now I know it wasn't you.

[He keeps an eye on her as he starts rolling the bandages up.]

Whatever got into you got into you 'cause of a book. There's an incantation in there....

[His jaw locks, his teeth pressed firmly together.]

..Y'say it out loud and that gives it license to take hold of you.

[detoxes]

There was a book. We found it in the cellar. It was fuckin'... wrong.