We Dead Are Best Left Underground[Nina]

Max!!

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It was well past midnight when he arrived at the cemetery. Quentin began searching for his burial plot, though he hadn't been there since he was dug up, something he was glad he didn't remember. There was something oddly intimate for the young dead man It was the last time his parents would ever acknowledge him as anything in spite of having returned to the world of the living. He opted for fun and friends since family had turned his back on him.

He came to his plot and stared at it, his date of birth, death and name. The words "loving son" inscribed on it. He was glad for that, it made what he was about to do next a little more difficult. He was going to steal it, his headstone. Was it wrong of him to not want to be remembered like this? He was enjoying his unlife more than he had enjoyed his life. He pondered what kind of a person it would make him if he defaced his own grave. He heard someone nearby, maybe it still wasn't the best idea to be in the graveyard given his status. He sighed and turned to face the person uttering, "Is it illegal if you steal your own head stone?"
 

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"About a small degree less than grave robbing."

The voice that greeted him in the night was soft and melodious it would seem to float in the air towards him. Walking forward with a large basket of who knows what from who knows is a large rounded bellied woman. Obviously pregnant.

Beautiful as the moon was pale she had elvish like features and carried herself with grace and poise. From her back are a pair of large blue dragonic wings, and to top off the oddity she had a pair of fox ears and several fox tails flicking behind her.

"Oh? an intelligent undead? Interesting."

Smiling warmly she relaxed against a different headstone, the kimono she wore was a vivid red with black flowers upon it decorating the entire bottom and sleeves, that were pulled back for what was meant to be easier for her to work.

In the basket was a collections of various things, body parts, skulls, hand etc. It was easy to tell by the aura that she had that she was a necromancer.

"Though, I will not tell if you will not."
 

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"Well, snitches get stitches," he grinned cheerfully as he studied the woman that stood before him. She had elf or fey features, but fox tails and dragon wings. He was trying to assess her race, leaning towards some kind of changeling. Maybe not, she was pregnant and rather far along. He then turned and gripped the tomb stone, pulling it out with minimal effort.

"Are those implants?" he asked, gesturing to her wings and tails. Since dying he'd considered grafting body parts of other creatures onto himself however things like that actually took a bit of know how. He already had a torture kit and a cannon hidden inside him. And according to the instruction manual left for him he could effectively customize himself as he saw fit.

Noting her bag contents it was clear she was a necromancer. But was she really out restocking her chop shop in her condition? He could help with that if she wanted, "So uh, what brings you out here?
 

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Vladahlia chuckled a bit loudly at his comment about snitches. As well as him asking if she had grafts upon herself. Only once Vlad was in control of herself once more did she answer. On closer inspection of her features, both facial and otherwise show... Just how beautiful she was. The tales of beautiful creatures that held an appearance to them that rivaled angels and demons were apparently true. Vlad, despite being with child was still more beautiful than any human model could ever wish to attain.

"My sharp yet beautiful features are my own as well as my bodies build. They are from my mother. While my skin tone, horns, and claws are from my father. The ears and tails are from a parasite that moved into me a long.. Long time ago. While the wings are indeed grafted on with spell stitches and I never had to repair them at all."

Looking at to what Quin motioned to she grinned more than a little bit and set down the basket.

"Well, I come out here frequently because it holds many of my favorite spell components. Another thing is you. I felt you while I was getting some much needed flying time in.. Exercise being good for the baby and all of that. When I felt you I came out here to see if a rogue shambler rose and needed tending to. But upon seeing that you are more than just that I am content with the ideal of leaving you in peace. After all, I do tend to the schools necromancy teachings."
 

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Quentin arched an eyebrow at her explanation of her rather unusual features. He'd kind of wished the person who brought him back to life had used bits and pieces like that for him. On the other hand, having a surgical kit and particle cannon built into him was kind of cool. The young pre-med student was rather impressed. "Sounds like you've dealt with some crazy shit," he smirked as he thought more about his own unusual features.

"Well it's not much but," he held his arms out, allowing them to open up revealing an array of various blades as well as a cannon in his left hand. He took a breath and returned his limbs to normal. "Well I'm glad you can make the distinction. I'm really just a walking talking surgical kit and pre-med student. People kinda just judge me because, this," he gestured to himself and frowned. "I really haven't changed outside of being dead, actually it's kind of fun."

@"Evelyn"
 
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