"If you want to call them the undead or something, that's fine, but it won't change their stats or nothin'."
Riley had figured that much, the stat sheet dealies Karen had handed out made it pretty clear all the units were mechanically equal. At least until they started gaining levels and such. Heh, how was she going to explain that away fluff-wise anyway? Devouring flesh, she guessed, unless someone else decided to roll with battle droids or something. Now that'd be a sight to see, Umbrella Corporation vs Trade Federation... assuming they could motivate the undead to actually fight machines. What was she thinking about again? Oh yeah. Mechanically equal troops. Yeah.
Karen returned from her own, rather different, train of thought to add the part Riley had been more concerned with; necromancer specialist was acceptable. Of course it was though, she'd already mentioned it as one of the things a specialist could be. It'd prompted Riley to ask about zombies in the first place. What a pointless circle-jerk of an enquiry that had turned out to be. Oh well.
"We'll have to hash out the growth details, though. I'm thinking she can bring back a certain number of stats per turn, be that one awesome unit or a handful of weaker units. We can figure that out later, though."
Or not, that was a pretty good point. Wouldn't be fair to be able to arbitrarily resurrect whatever, whenever. Something of value was gained from what Riley had seconds ago denounced as a stupid question. Score. And then Karen was asking for contact details. Completely oblivious to the awkwardness already brewing in the room, the green-haired boor couldn't resist a quip. "My number? Gosh, what kind of girl do you think I am? I'm flattered, of course, but..." She trailed off there, opting to produce a pen and note down her details anyway, pausing for a moment as she finished her email address; silvermoonsuperstar. It did look rather lame, come to think of it. But she'd been about twelve at the time, and really into blood elves. Still was, really. Lucidia and Teoksil Silverheart, the pointy-eared dream team. They'd even had an IC child, and some British guy playing with his girlfriend had opted to play her, the plucky Giray. Good times.
Shaking herself out of the reminiscence, Riley handed the paper over to Timothy, whilst he asked what the group would be doing for the rest of the afternoon, seeing as they were all together anyway. She waited for him to finish before, a stray strand of lime hair falling from her mouth where she'd been idly chewing it, interjecting with "Oh and uh, I don't know when I'll be free off the top of my head, so like, email me and I'll get back to you when I do?" beat "Do know, that is."
Every time you fall asleep you die. Someone else wakes up in your body, thinking they're you.
You are alone and trapped in your own mind, the world around you is your lie.
Soon you will be nothing, you will never again hear sounds, never again see colours, never again be anyone.
appreciates that Action Needs an Audience
, but it's hard not to watch. Hair Status: Bubblegum Pink
Parallel with: The Heavy Weapons Guy
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- G045 - Ema Ryan - Never made it home.
Reaching out for someone who was never there, laying flat on her face in a pool of her own blood in the Residential Area; Maladjusted
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Status - Dead: Succumbed to wounds inflicted by Saul Fetteralf and Raidon Naoko
Weaponry on body - Falcata, Hunga Munga, Vektor CP1 - 0/10 (+ 2/10 & 10/10), Colt Anaconda - 5/6 + 12, Model 14 Nambu - 0/8 + 3/8 Taurus PT99 - 7/15 + 1x15, Model 176B - 5 darts
[9/276] - 8 Kills - Died Day 13
B114 - Logan Reynolds - Told himself a little harmless lie.
Laying under blood and broken glass in the Hall of Mirrors; Laisse tomber les filles
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Status - Dead: Shotgunned by Bill Davis
[153/276] - 0 Kills - Died Day 6
B152 - Steve Barnes - Found a little piece of heaven.
Laying headless in the middle of the Fun Fair; Break Up And Break Down
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Status - Dead: Decapitated by Hayley Kelly
[245/276] 0 Kills - Died Day 2
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- Brown #3: Eloise Winterburn told herself she wouldn't beg.
Location: Somewhere out in The Open Plains - A Portrait Of Skin
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Status: Dead - Shot by Jacob Langston Zachariah Johnston
Weaponry: Sledgehammer [Taken by Jacob]
Pink #5: Isaac King had ironic last thoughts, come to think of it.
Location: The Cruise Ship - Magical Bunny Girl Warrior Sidney-Chan
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Status: Dead - Shot by Vincent Sullivan
Weaponry: IMI Desert Eagle [Taken by Vincent]