Not unlike a pig himself, Lawrence grunts at Caspar's meaningful glance. He gets it. He's fine with it. This guy's motivations don't change the end result: That he'll finally get to sit down.
He holds his sides and focuses on keeping his breathing even as he, Tamminy, Adia, and Caspar head toward the park.
"I couldn't take the original schematics with me when we fled Azeroth," Tamminy says, "But I built the arm once before, I'm sure I – or we! – can do it again. If I can't then I've got no business calling myself an electrical engineer."
"So," Lawrence starts, pacing his words with his breaths as he wanders with the group. "What happened was... Harrowheart had that body. I guess he 'won' her," heavy airquotes, "during that invasion by that Khan guy." He pauses for a few strained breaths, then continues forward. "She was one of Khan's people. But. He killed her again. But Harrowheart wanted her body back. So he found where she was being buried. By some winter spirit called Reynard, evil motherfucker."
He stops again, catches his breath, forces a half smile for Lil' Buddy, and keeps on going. "Guess Harrowheart and the spirit got in a big fight. Harrow won, gloated, and fucked off with his 'prize.' He told me that story last summer. I remember telling him it was fucked up. But he was proud of himself."
Lawrence looks down at Tamminy, then to Adia, and finally to Caspar. "I should have shot it dead myself when I had the chance back then. Everyone hated seeing that thing around. Everyone but him. If I hadn't been a limpdick coward none of this would have happened."
Tamminy pats his thigh and assures him quietly, "You're not a coward." Dick limpness is apparently up in the air.
"I guess none of us wanted to confront reality," he says. "We wanted to pretend he was the same person. You know, the person we grew up with. Not something other than human. Not a necromancer. So we all tried to ignore it. Everyone wanted to avoid having an opinion, and Anna wound up hurt for it."
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Date: 2018-04-23 03:13 pm (UTC)He holds his sides and focuses on keeping his breathing even as he, Tamminy, Adia, and Caspar head toward the park.
"I couldn't take the original schematics with me when we fled Azeroth," Tamminy says, "But I built the arm once before, I'm sure I – or we! – can do it again. If I can't then I've got no business calling myself an electrical engineer."
"So," Lawrence starts, pacing his words with his breaths as he wanders with the group. "What happened was... Harrowheart had that body. I guess he 'won' her," heavy airquotes, "during that invasion by that Khan guy." He pauses for a few strained breaths, then continues forward. "She was one of Khan's people. But. He killed her again. But Harrowheart wanted her body back. So he found where she was being buried. By some winter spirit called Reynard, evil motherfucker."
He stops again, catches his breath, forces a half smile for Lil' Buddy, and keeps on going. "Guess Harrowheart and the spirit got in a big fight. Harrow won, gloated, and fucked off with his 'prize.' He told me that story last summer. I remember telling him it was fucked up. But he was proud of himself."
Lawrence looks down at Tamminy, then to Adia, and finally to Caspar. "I should have shot it dead myself when I had the chance back then. Everyone hated seeing that thing around. Everyone but him. If I hadn't been a limpdick coward none of this would have happened."
Tamminy pats his thigh and assures him quietly, "You're not a coward." Dick limpness is apparently up in the air.
"I guess none of us wanted to confront reality," he says. "We wanted to pretend he was the same person. You know, the person we grew up with. Not something other than human. Not a necromancer. So we all tried to ignore it. Everyone wanted to avoid having an opinion, and Anna wound up hurt for it."