The Doctor is [THROWING A FIT] October 10-13th

[doctor_dismemberment]

Characters: Edward Richtofen and YOU!
Setting: Room 2-02, collecting candy various places around the tower, and Floor 26 (the morgue).
Format: Action to start, but I'll match you.
Summary: Richtofen's dressed up as something he absolutely hates, and he proceeds to throw a (very loud) hissyfit over it. Room 2-02 is backdated to the 10th, but the other options can take place any day from the 10th to the 13th.
Warnings: Descriptions of corpses being dissected, America-bashing (IC of course), and probably some swearing in the tags (English and German). Will update if needed.

Room 2-02
[On the morning of the 10th, Richtofen can be heard giving a shriek shortly after he wakes up. It's perhaps loud enough to alert all of dormitory level 2. It's high-pitched and ungodly, and the shriek trails off into heavily German-accented words, frantic as can be.]

What- What is this?! Get it off of me! Get it off, I said!

[Anyone in 2-02, or anyone who happens to peek their head in, will see Richtofen jumping around next to his bed, swiping at his clothes like he's covered in fire ants. Surprise, surprise! He's one of the lucky Tower inhabitants who gets to participate in the lovely costume party.

And he's dressed as a Marine. A zombie Marine.

The Tower has really outdone itself this time. It's combined something he hates - Americans - with something he loves to kill - zombies. He doesn't mind the make-up and latex on his face, designed to look like his flesh is rotting away (it's cheesy and not too well-made, but it gets the point across), nor does he mind the fake blood that stains his skin from stage make-up gashes all over his body. What he minds is the uniform, the very same one worn by his former teammate, a proud American soldier who Richtofen would love to make drown in a pool of his own blood and tears.

He hates Americans.

He hates Dempsey.

He hates this stupid Tower.]



Around the Tower
[He tried taking it off. He tried shredding it. He tried putting his clothes on over it. But no matter what he did, that stupid outfit would just pop right back on him, and when he refused to play along with the childish (and American) candy-gathering game, it tightened so much that Richtofen thought it might choke the life out of him. He was almost prepared to let it do just that, but the thought of dying again didn't sit well with him.

So he'll be around the Tower every day, grabbing candy and shoving it into his (stupid, stupid) pail whilst grumbling under his breath. Every once in a while, he'll stop to shout, making sure everyone in the vicinity knows just how displeased he is with this situation.]

Ridiculous... This is a child's game... I hate all of you! Stupid...



The Morgue
[Thoroughly pissed off, Richtofen can sometimes be found relaxing in the morgue. And his idea of "relaxation" is mumbling to himself whilst angrily dissecting a corpse. When he's not pulling handfuls of organs out of the dead bodies he finds, he can be found pacing from one end of the morgue to the other, brandishing a scalpel theatrically as he talks to himself. Occasionally, he tries to tug at his costume, but at this point, he's resolved himself to the fact that he won't be able to get out of it.]

Comments

Sob let the train wreck begin

[culbutiri]

[Nesir had soon found that this tower; like the temple she had come from liked making you do pointless work for no reason.

She had been assigned as a morgue worker; she had reported set off to work. In her rediculous costume because it still wouldn't come off.

The first body had been... interesting to find. Not that Nesir hadn't seen a dead body before, but seeing one randomly in a cave was unexpected. And there were more.

What kind of barbaric place this was that they just left their dead to rot in caves, instead of actually letting their spirits free to return. She didn't have anyone to ask, she wondered if they were prisoners... Potentially shadow sworn... This being some kind of punishment.

Hearing sounds from one of the caves she went to explore, drawing her knife with her left hand, she stepped into the entrance and watched the man pull organs out of one of the body.

Another kind of ritual?] What do you be doing? [The voice might be unexpected but it definitely wasn't accusing. It was interested and curious.]

rolls up sleeves and yells LET'S DO DIS

[doctor_dismemberment]

[Richtofen jerked his head up so he could stare at Nesir with wide eyes. For a moment, he seemed like a deer in the headlights, but then his eyes narrowed. He looked back down, examining the handful of intestines he had a hold of.]

Relieving stress.

[He sounded tense and unsure. He wasn't wearing gloves, since whenever he put them on, they would disappear before too long. It must be because they weren't part of the costume. Still, the feel of the bumpy, slimy intestines against his bare palms was exhilarating.

He seems transfixed for a moment, but then he speaks up again.]

Aren't you a bit too young to be in here, child?

[culbutiri]

[Relieving stress... Well that was one way to do it she supposed, though she raised an eyebrow at the fact he was doing so so openly. Did he not fear repercussions?

The blood or the body didn't bother her, it was dead after all and if the people of the tower weren't going to do there dead the honour of burning them they shouldn't be surprised if things like this happened.

She frowned at his words though.] I do no be a child, and it do be only a body. [Why would she be too young? Even in the standards of the bright gods... After all the temple had taught her when she was twelve.]

[doctor_dismemberment]

[The first time he heard her speak, he thought she just slipped up, but after hearing her a second time, Richtofen began to suspect the girl had some strange speech patterns. He glanced up, brows furrowed, but didn't say anything about it. After all, he couldn't really talk about strange accents himself.]

...You look like a child, in any case.

[He gave the intestines a tug, but they remained connected to the body. With a huff, he grabbed his scalpel and sliced through them, then he piled them up by the corpse's head with a wet-sounding plop.]

[culbutiri]

Well I do no be. [Her voice is fierce but she isn't punching him yet, she is being careful after her run in with Ganondorf.

She walked further into the cave and sat down opposite him watching.] Why do there be bodies everywhere?

[He seems like a person who will know, since he is currently cutting one up.]

[doctor_dismemberment]

[If Richtofen had been willing to give the kid the benefit of the doubt before, he wasn't now. The question she asked was a childish one. Even so, he was happy to explain.]

It's a morgue. [The tone of his voice suggested that that in itself should be an answer, but he went on anyway.] That is to say, a place where people store corpses before their autopsies..?

[Speaking of autopsies, as he spoke, Richtofen worked to remove the large intestine, which he placed on top of the small one.]

[culbutiri]

[She doesn't like that tone, she isn't stupid and she's not a child. But there are things that don't make sense and pretty much everything he just said falls under that category.]

What in the name of the shadow do a autopsy be?

[People stored corpses? Unless this was his place, so he could cut them up? That would make sense, if they were stolen bodies.]

[doctor_dismemberment]

[Richtofen considered being snarky with his answer, but the chance to talk about autopsies made him reconsider. Might as well educate the girl, he figured.]

It is when you slice open a corpse's pretty white flesh and look at everything inside! [He sounded pretty excited, and brandished his scalpel as he spoke.] That way, you can find out how the person died.

[culbutiri]

[They could work out how someone died? Often that was obvious but at other times... an illness or a poison if you had not witnessed the symptoms...

Nesir hadn't heard of anything like that before.] How did this one be dying? Do you be knowing yet?

[doctor_dismemberment]

Well, uh...

[Richtofen gives a chuckle, and lifts a hand to rub behind his shoulders sheepishly. He smears blood on his outfit, but there's so much fake blood on it already that you can't really tell the difference.]

You see, my primary goal today was not to figure out how this lovely specimen died, aha...

[He glances down at the haphazard cut on the body's torso. There's just one big gash instead of a Y-incision, the skin is scrunched up and torn from where he yanked it open with his hands, and there are marks on the ribcage from where he shoved the scalpel in too deep. This body was not cut into with a doctor's surgical precision.]

[culbutiri]

[Nesir blinked... Slowly realising what he was saying. She looked back to the body and then to the man covered in blood. She didn't think he could have learned anything from this body. She tilted her head.]

Does it even be fun when they do be already dead?

[Usually Nesir was more cautious; but she was comming to learn that this tower was very far away from her world. People were more open here, the good did not rule... If Nesir's thoughts on those that had brought them here were correct then it was servants of the shadow that had all the power...

And it was obvious to see that this man pulling corpses apart was definitely no bright god blinded fool.

Nesir thought she might like this place after all...]

[doctor_dismemberment]

Not nearly as much, no.

[Richtofen's frown returns, and he casts a cold glare at the lifeless body.]

I'm hoping one of them will jump up and try to attack me someday. Ahh, just like home...

[He stabs into a kidney with a wistful sigh.]

[culbutiri]

Jump up and attack you? Why would it be doing that? [Dead things were dead... at least in Nesir's knowledge... Then again if they didn't burn their bodies... It probably served them right.

She watched the body as he stabbed it again.] I do no be thinking this one will be anyways.

[doctor_dismemberment]

Back where I come from, the dead used to do it all the time. [He chuckles, and at the same time, mutters under his breath:] It was sort of my fault...

[He twists his wrist and gives a tug, and the kidney pops free with a wet sound. He holds it skewered on the end of his scalpel like it's a piece of meat, and from the way he's looking at it, he probably thinks it's as good as one. How appropriate, considering his costume.]

But yes, unfortunately, these corpses are all quite thoroughly dead. [He frowns.] Even the zombies here aren't quite like they were at home...

[culbutiri]

Really? [It sounded like he came from a very strange place, the dead coming back all the time... And it was his fault? Did he have some kind of power?

She watched him in fascination until he said something she didn't understand.] Zombie? What do a Zombie be?

[doctor_dismemberment]

Yes, really! [He reaches out and squishes the kidney between his thumb and forefinger.] And a zombie is a walking corpse, one who likes to eat flesh.

[He holds out his arms, letting the girl get a better look at his costume.]

They dressed me as one, you see. Well, sort of. I had to be a zombie American...

[He glowers at the kidney then, and with a flick of his wrist, tosses it off the scalpel and atop the pile of intestines.]

[culbutiri]

Walking corpses that do be liking flesh? [Well Nesir was glad that they didn't have any of those. As useful as creatures of darkness might be these zombies just seemed dangerous, after all even shadowsworn were made of flesh.]

Does an American be some kind of shadow creature too?

[doctor_dismemberment]

They're very hard to deal with. [Richtofen wrinkles his nose.] Both of them.

[He chuckles at Nesir's question, prodding at the corpse's stomach with a finger. If only it was alive... Then it might make those funny choking sounds and spit stomach acid all over itself, just like the good old days. He hasn't dissected a living person in far too long, he needs to change that.

He whispers:] Why don't you move, it's much more fun when you move...

[Then he seems to remember that he was in the middle of a conversation, and scrambles to put together a response.]

Uh, ja, I suppose that depends on your definition of 'shadow creature...' Are shadow creatures annoying, brutish louts who aren't good for much more than eating and turning themselves into even fatter meat shields?

[culbutiri]

[Nesir didn't seem phased by his talking to the corpse, she had grown up with strange people coming in and out of the inn, some of the shadow agents those that ran the place dealt with had lost their sanity long ago.

She just waited for his answer and thought about it for a moment before nodding.] That do be pretty much what shadow creatures are. Though they can be sometimes useful you can no be trusting them.

[She noted that he had not known what a shadow creature was, but since he knew what this place was she had already guessed he wasn't from her world.]

I just noticed that like my last 5 tags were in the wrong tense SOB FORGIVE ME

[doctor_dismemberment]

[Richtofen barked out a laugh, finally turning to look at the girl.]

A good-for-nothing brute, that's what Dempsey was! He survived on luck alone. [He shrugged.] But, I suppose he's dead now. [He gave another laugh, fiercer than the first.] Good riddance!

No worries I can't tense anyways!

[culbutiri]

[She grinned back in response, she had no idea who Dempsey was but he was an American if she followed the thread of conversation correctly. Or a zombie. But there didn't seem to be that much difference from what Richtofen was saying.] They can be killed then?

[doctor_dismemberment]

Oh, yes. Killing them is quite possible, but it was not to my advantage to kill the one I was traveling with. Though I had hoped the zombies would have taken him down for me...

[He stuck his scalpel in the muscle between the corpse's ribs, then dragged it down the center of its chest, slicing through the meat.]

[culbutiri]

So they do be even turning on each other. [Stupid shadow creatures, she went back to watching him cut open the corpse.]

[doctor_dismemberment]

Zombies are slightly more brainless than Americans. Very slightly.

[He frowns when his scalpel doesn't go through all the way, and puts it down so that he can pick up a small, cordless electrical saw.]

And even then, zombies eat brains, so one could argue a case for them...

[He flicks the saw on, filling the morgue with a loud ringing noise, and uses that to cut open the corpse's ribs.]

[culbutiri]

[The likes of scalpels she has seen before, the saw is another thing entirely and she watches in fascination.] What do that thing be?