Board Thread:Fanmade/@comment-27560171-20170223035202/@comment-32788838-20170227202247

Lucario of the Gods wrote: As Joachim attains the Ears of the Corpse, Depeche rests in a room within the hamlet, recovering from the incident in the forest involving the Bloodhound Gang and their Hungry Like the Wolf. The charring across his body begins to slowly heal as he keeps his eyes closed, his fingers wrapped around the body of a rat he had managed to catch; using his Plug In Baby, he has begun the process of redirecting the flow of its electronic charge into himself, recharging his body and very slowly, gradually healing the flesh damage dealt to him.

However, Depeche's blind eyes gradually open and a frown forms on his face; he glances towards the door to his room, and as he does, his grip on the rat increases. There is a crackle of electricity as he catches the eye of a figure standing in his doorway, their hands tucked into their pockets...

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A man, his faced obscured by a balaclava with a Rorschach pattern that seems to be attached to a vest with an identical pattern and adorning a flowing leather overcoat, its hood and tails decorated with fur. Upon his head is a wide-brimmed hat which obscures the upper half of his balaclava-hidden face, while a segment of the balaclava has been cut out, allowing his jaw, chin, and red lips to be seen.

He speaks, betraying a notably heavy Russian accent;

"You already know why I'm here, komrad... I shall be kind and give two options. The easy way; give me Left Arm of Corpse. The hard way; ... I take Left Arm of Corpse by force. You are little weakling now and it'd make Tatu feel bad to hurt little man while he's down, komrad. Make it easy for Tatu and Tatu make things easy for you, da?"

The man pulls a half-empty bottle of alcohol - presumably, vodka - from his pocket and takes a swing, before speaking again; "Leave Arm of Corpse in room and everybody happy, da? Because if Tatu come back in hour and not find Arm of Corpse, komrad... he'll be very unhappy." Depeche watches the mysterious Russian leave the doorway, seemingly drunkenly swaying into the hallway outside; he grips the rat tighter in his grip, until it stops attempting to resist, its electric charge entirely drained by Plug In Baby. The blind man's arms crackle slightly with energy and he stands, although he remains contemplating, scowling towards the door before glancing down at his arm - the arm that the Left Arm of the Corpse had merged into.

"Hmph. What a dumbass... But I can't be too certain about him. There's something... off. ... He already knows I won't give up the Left Arm. That wasn't an offer he was making; it was a threat."