Post by Ryder on Jun 9, 2017 6:54:42 GMT
Lines of focus materialized on Ryder's face as she contemplated how best to explain things to Bacon. How to demonstrate what a dead body is, and how he couldn't keep waiting for a corpse forever... Or even whether or not she should tell him at all.
Such an innocent... albeit selfish creature... much like a human child with great power really... how would he handle such understanding? Could he handle it at all, or erupt into a violent tantrum?
"Him being an Alien may have been what caused him to become a corpse… a ‘dead body’ as they said, but nothing becomes a dead body until it dies… how can I really explain this… come on Bacon, let’s go somewhere else I have something to show you.”
Reaching out, Ryder lightly grasped hold of Bacon’s forearm, holding him firmly gently as she flashed away from her beach spot. Each step carried them dozens of meters as she brought Bacon well beyond the populated areas of the beach while scanning the shore and nearby sea for a suitable example.
In the sky above the shore a seagull caught her eye and in a flash she released Bacon and leaped up, grasping hold of its feet before it had a chance to react. Lightly the woman touched back down onto the sand, gracefully displacing only a modest amount of sand as she dispersed the impact with her Ki.
“Here Bacon, this is what I mean. Do you see this bird? See how it’s alive and moving?” Not only was it moving, the seagull was desperately struggling with all its might to get away. Not that made any progress of course.
“It’s alive, it’s breathing. If you listen very closely you can hear it’s heart beating inside its body.” Lifting her free hand, Ryder ripped its head around in a clean break, snapping it off in the most merciful way possible.
“Now it’s dying. There are many different injuries that can cause death, from decapitation, to blood loss, to suffocation, to anything that would stop the heart from beating. Regardless the injury though, the end result is always the same. The creature’s life force fades away and it perishes, becoming a dead body.”
Held upside down by the feet as it was, the bird flopped for a few moments while bleeding out until it slowed and gradually came to a stop.
“Any movement ceases and the body gradually grows stiff and cold. It’s gone and can never come back.
“Now that I’ve killed this thing, I’m not going to waste it. Do you want to cook it, or shall we go fishing?”
OOC: thanks for permission to move Bacon in the C-box, that really simplified this proceeding.
tags- BACON
Such an innocent... albeit selfish creature... much like a human child with great power really... how would he handle such understanding? Could he handle it at all, or erupt into a violent tantrum?
"Him being an Alien may have been what caused him to become a corpse… a ‘dead body’ as they said, but nothing becomes a dead body until it dies… how can I really explain this… come on Bacon, let’s go somewhere else I have something to show you.”
Reaching out, Ryder lightly grasped hold of Bacon’s forearm, holding him firmly gently as she flashed away from her beach spot. Each step carried them dozens of meters as she brought Bacon well beyond the populated areas of the beach while scanning the shore and nearby sea for a suitable example.
In the sky above the shore a seagull caught her eye and in a flash she released Bacon and leaped up, grasping hold of its feet before it had a chance to react. Lightly the woman touched back down onto the sand, gracefully displacing only a modest amount of sand as she dispersed the impact with her Ki.
“Here Bacon, this is what I mean. Do you see this bird? See how it’s alive and moving?” Not only was it moving, the seagull was desperately struggling with all its might to get away. Not that made any progress of course.
“It’s alive, it’s breathing. If you listen very closely you can hear it’s heart beating inside its body.” Lifting her free hand, Ryder ripped its head around in a clean break, snapping it off in the most merciful way possible.
“Now it’s dying. There are many different injuries that can cause death, from decapitation, to blood loss, to suffocation, to anything that would stop the heart from beating. Regardless the injury though, the end result is always the same. The creature’s life force fades away and it perishes, becoming a dead body.”
Held upside down by the feet as it was, the bird flopped for a few moments while bleeding out until it slowed and gradually came to a stop.
“Any movement ceases and the body gradually grows stiff and cold. It’s gone and can never come back.
“Now that I’ve killed this thing, I’m not going to waste it. Do you want to cook it, or shall we go fishing?”
OOC: thanks for permission to move Bacon in the C-box, that really simplified this proceeding.
tags- BACON