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Hey, Transports-ya.
[Seated with an expression of amusement, Law settled back after turning on his comm and sitting aside from it. He was seated in a small looking little office, juggling a human head in one hand. The young man whose head it was, with brown hair and blue eyes and a load of sedated confusion in his eyes--looked around pensively once in awhile, wincing whenever his head landed and touched Law's palm.
Law didn't seem at all phased by this. In reality, he was treating the man for alcohol poisoning and separated his head from his body in the middle of it, but he had no etiquette when it came to delivering this message. Rather, he just enjoyed himself in the middle of the procedure. The young native man didn't utter a complaint at all, but one could tell this was completely surreal to him. On top of that--the spot where his head was clearly disconnected from his absent body was blackened and doing nothing to bleed. No one could even see blood vessels, bone or muscles through the black lining on his neck.]
I'm in the middle of waiting on something, so I figured I'd make use of this thing to kill a little boredom of mine. Let's talk.
So, just so I can get the gist of what it is I'm dealing with at the moment: How many people have you killed? Can you even remember the numbers anymore?
[Seated with an expression of amusement, Law settled back after turning on his comm and sitting aside from it. He was seated in a small looking little office, juggling a human head in one hand. The young man whose head it was, with brown hair and blue eyes and a load of sedated confusion in his eyes--looked around pensively once in awhile, wincing whenever his head landed and touched Law's palm.
Law didn't seem at all phased by this. In reality, he was treating the man for alcohol poisoning and separated his head from his body in the middle of it, but he had no etiquette when it came to delivering this message. Rather, he just enjoyed himself in the middle of the procedure. The young native man didn't utter a complaint at all, but one could tell this was completely surreal to him. On top of that--the spot where his head was clearly disconnected from his absent body was blackened and doing nothing to bleed. No one could even see blood vessels, bone or muscles through the black lining on his neck.]
I'm in the middle of waiting on something, so I figured I'd make use of this thing to kill a little boredom of mine. Let's talk.
So, just so I can get the gist of what it is I'm dealing with at the moment: How many people have you killed? Can you even remember the numbers anymore?
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[Pinning the man's head to the wall, Law shifted his eyes aside, off-screen.]
When someone's being too violent, typically this is one of the easiest ways to restrain them.
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[Law raised his left hand, twirling his fingers around openly. Just above his hand, there floated a little misty cloud, tinted red with bubbles of alcohol in it. The cloud continued hovering and briefly, Law passed his hand over the man's face. More of that mist came out of his nose, joining the rest.]
With a blood-alcohol level closing in on .35%, a small guy like him being conscious is surprising enough.
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So, hey, thought. How about you reattach his fucking head and take him to the fucking hospital?
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Otherwise, I'm content to kill time with this.
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Yeah. Sure.
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Here I was, hoping for at least a little variation.
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If the action is as minimal as that war I've heard about, then I'm likely going to be shooting the breeze more often than I'd prefer.
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