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Post by BM on Nov 12, 2017 3:39:07 GMT
“Hmm, I think I might have accidentally killed him.”
“Negative. Pulse Is Stable. Breathing Normal.”
“I don’t mean that kind of killed. You know, more like braindead. Or I guess ‘souldead’ would be a more apt description in this case.”
“Continued Trauma To Soul Can Result In Permanent Damage. Perhaps Proper Operation Procedure Should Be Followed In Future.”
“Next time we bring him back, I’ll let you explain to him why it's completely reasonable to let someone he’s supposedly never met to perform advanced surgery on his soul. I’d love to see any shinigami’s reaction to that actually.”
“Scans Indicate Brain Activity Spike. Conscious Returning.”
“Well that rules death out. Lets see what the damage is.”
Light flooded into Salem’s eye as Seran lifted the eyelid with his thumb. He was in a small metal room, completely lacking in decoration save for the chair he was slumped in. Seran smiled as the eye moved slightly, pupil dilating when the light from above hit it. The mod soul let the eye close and patted the shinigami roughly on the cheek.
“Wakey wakey Mr. Psycho. You’ve been asleep for…. Actually how long has it been? Monitor?”
“31 days. 15 hours. 10 minutes. 45 seconds Since The Shell Personality Was Installed.”
“So a month give or take. Come on you must be itching to do something brash and unreasonable.”
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Post by Salem Syler on Nov 13, 2017 7:46:54 GMT
Salem's head felt like it was dipped in molten glass, hardened, and smashed in with an ice pick. His eyes were frying with light, and he could feel his heart begin to thump to life. Through the roaring in his ears and thumping in his skull, he began to slowly slip back into reality, grasping loosely at the situation. His skin crawled as his clarity returned, and he realized what he had endured for the past eternity.
Trapped inside of his own body, watching as each mediocre second passed... no bloodshed... no broken bones... no... ANYTHING! Salem's fingernails dug into the surface he laid on, blood boiling in his veins as it built up, all of his rage building from his mental imprisonment nearly tearing out of his chest. As his vision slowly focused more, the blinding light phased out of view and all he could see... was... him.
It took a moment to register it all, the pain and mental anguish mixed with the sudden and unrelenting want to murder the closest person he could and whats worse...? The first face he sees is the bastard's that was behind all of this. Out of all of the torture and trauma that he had experienced in his life was nothing compared to being put backseat to his own body.
It all came out at once it seemed, Salem barely being conscious for a second before tearing himself away from the table and diving at Seran like an animal, carnal roar blurting from gritted teeth, clawing to his throat in any attempt to strangle the life out of this fucker. "You... CUNT, I'M GOING TO TEAR YOUR THROAT OUT!!"
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