[ taps out my notes. why don't we let dana tell you what you find?
Whoever has the misfortune of finding Scien’s body -
As one should always expect, he is horizontal. This time, in a pool of his own blood.
The floral tattoo on his neck has had the flesh ripped off, the entire chunk removed from his throat. Over his chest, the black button up that he wore has been further nudged open. A gaping wound is where his heart would be, the skin and muscle carved wide open. Sound familiar?
The opened fabric reveals a mess of scars and bruises all over his body, as well as neat lines of stitches. As if this entire body was something for him to constantly rip open and sew back together again. (“Dissection,” his profile had said. Never specified whom he was dissecting, you know?)
In his balled fist, a crushed mess of blood, muscle and machinery. A Reliver’s Memory Bank, destroyed beyond repair in one last act of spite.
His expression is haunting, multi-colored eyes wide open and staring at nothing. His mouth parted into a cruel, cruel smile, even with blood dripping down the sides of his upturned lips.
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As one should always expect, he is horizontal. This time, in a pool of his own blood.
The floral tattoo on his neck has had the flesh ripped off, the entire chunk removed from his throat. Over his chest, the black button up that he wore has been further nudged open. A gaping wound is where his heart would be, the skin and muscle carved wide open. Sound familiar?
The opened fabric reveals a mess of scars and bruises all over his body, as well as neat lines of stitches. As if this entire body was something for him to constantly rip open and sew back together again. (“Dissection,” his profile had said. Never specified whom he was dissecting, you know?)
In his balled fist, a crushed mess of blood, muscle and machinery. A Reliver’s Memory Bank, destroyed beyond repair in one last act of spite.
His expression is haunting, multi-colored eyes wide open and staring at nothing. His mouth parted into a cruel, cruel smile, even with blood dripping down the sides of his upturned lips.
Good night, you absolute fucking freak.
Scien Brofiise is dead. ]