[She slides away from the table to open the cooler in the mini kitchen. There is a... very wet, squelching as she shoves her hand in.
And then she produces part of a pelvis. The butt part, to be precise. There is no head of either kind, but Harrow will notice places where surgical staples would have gone. It jiggles as she holds it up, boneless, and she slides a finger over the severed ends to scoop up the blood before it drips on the counter. No food waste here, ma'am.]
There's more of him in there, all deboned. I just need to cut him into portions for the rest of the week.
[Guess what mods said there's still a bite mark on the ass. I didn't need to know this for any reason except that I really respected your dedication to describing Mahito's disembodied corpse ass and I wanted to help. Harrow nods, recognizing the ass from the body check.]
Oh, yes. That's certainly his. [Her emotion is just delight? Amusement? There is absolutely none horror or disgust at all?] How fun - have any of the others been recognizable?
[She laughs, too. Also, Harrow suspects Sheila is only telling her about the nasty ones, but let's be clear - she also wouldn't care if Sheila was eating the corpses of people she liked. It's not like they're using it anymore.]
I just have gotten the impression a few times that executions are somehow different. If they aren't providing you corpses from that, that's good to know.
[No negative reaction to the fact that Sheila ate Eleanor.]
. . . Do you mind if I ask how you first came to eat corpses? It's so interesting. Cannibalism is a viable necromantic technique; they practice it on the Third House, though it's fallen out of common use in recent centuries. A Third House necro I know used to go around biting pieces off her cavalier if she needed some extra juice.
[It could have been Misa, too. But, eh. Whoever it was, they weren't using that body anymore.]
Well... You know I'm undead. At first, when I had just died, I could get by with animal meat. But then... my co-worker attacked me, so I ate like, only a third of him? Which was such a fucking waste. Past-Sheila was not a bright gal. [THE FOOD WASTE... She makes a face just thinking out it.] I haven't been able to stomach anything but corpses ever since.
I suppose the conversion of the thanergy of the corpses allows you to avoid deteriorating.
[Sheila will get the emotion of intense nerdy fascination!]
Or perhaps it works differently for you. It's only a theory. Anyway, I haven't asked much about it, but I understand some have been focused on the nature of executions, how they cause someone to die. They typically destroy the body in some way or another, yes?
[She shakes her head, depositing Mahito's ass back in the cooler.]
Ohh... I wish. No, my toe rotted off. But it's okay! We found a serum that keeps me from getting worse. [...] Maybe I should introduce you to the woman who came up with it. You'd get along.
[She feels that nerdy fascination, Harrow. It's adorable.]
Now that you mention it... yeah. [Dawning realization.] Even Fukuda's corpse blew up into icy smithereens after he jabbed himself.
I imagine avoiding deterioration altogether would have to be something along the lines of the Beguiling Corpse. [Excuse?] It is technique, a Seventh House specialty, to perfectly preserve a dead body, avoiding any decay and allowing lifelike mobility.
The last time I did it, they wound up rotting quite a bit, though at least only below the shoulders. But I was ten at the time; I'm sure I could do it more effectively now.
[She nods.]
All of the lava isn't so much repetitive as a way to keep doing it and have us not notice that the body is always gone.
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[She honestly finds this very good and just. Sheila deserves this.]
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[She slides away from the table to open the cooler in the mini kitchen. There is a... very wet, squelching as she shoves her hand in.
And then she produces part of a pelvis. The butt part, to be precise. There is no head of either kind, but Harrow will notice places where surgical staples would have gone. It jiggles as she holds it up, boneless, and she slides a finger over the severed ends to scoop up the blood before it drips on the counter. No food waste here, ma'am.]
There's more of him in there, all deboned. I just need to cut him into portions for the rest of the week.
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Oh, yes. That's certainly his. [Her emotion is just delight? Amusement? There is absolutely none horror or disgust at all?] How fun - have any of the others been recognizable?
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Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle.]
Ohh, yeah. One week it was obviously Grell. And the other day, I stole a spice grinder so Douman's teeth wouldn't stab through the roof my mouth.
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Only victims? No one executed?
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Not as far as I can tell. But then again, Eleanor and Misa were both very small women. I have no idea who I ate last week.
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[No negative reaction to the fact that Sheila ate Eleanor.]
. . . Do you mind if I ask how you first came to eat corpses? It's so interesting. Cannibalism is a viable necromantic technique; they practice it on the Third House, though it's fallen out of common use in recent centuries. A Third House necro I know used to go around biting pieces off her cavalier if she needed some extra juice.
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[It could have been Misa, too. But, eh. Whoever it was, they weren't using that body anymore.]
Well... You know I'm undead. At first, when I had just died, I could get by with animal meat. But then... my co-worker attacked me, so I ate like, only a third of him? Which was such a fucking waste. Past-Sheila was not a bright gal. [THE FOOD WASTE... She makes a face just thinking out it.] I haven't been able to stomach anything but corpses ever since.
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[Sheila will get the emotion of intense nerdy fascination!]
Or perhaps it works differently for you. It's only a theory. Anyway, I haven't asked much about it, but I understand some have been focused on the nature of executions, how they cause someone to die. They typically destroy the body in some way or another, yes?
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Ohh... I wish. No, my toe rotted off. But it's okay! We found a serum that keeps me from getting worse. [...] Maybe I should introduce you to the woman who came up with it. You'd get along.
[She feels that nerdy fascination, Harrow. It's adorable.]
Now that you mention it... yeah. [Dawning realization.] Even Fukuda's corpse blew up into icy smithereens after he jabbed himself.
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The last time I did it, they wound up rotting quite a bit, though at least only below the shoulders. But I was ten at the time; I'm sure I could do it more effectively now.
[She nods.]
All of the lava isn't so much repetitive as a way to keep doing it and have us not notice that the body is always gone.
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... I have no idea what that means, but I'm going to go ahead and assume it involves more than a single shot for the rest of their undead life.
[At that, she hums.]
So, what do you think it means? There must be a reason to keep us from noticing.