why not give it a try, be a beautiful monstrosity

[obscurissime]

Who: Scratch & OPEN.
What: A catch-all, if you will.
When: The beautiful month of June.
Where: All around Milton.

Content Warnings: Murder, body mutilation, general violence towards others.

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[tinstar]

Fast friends are hard to come by. [The quip is easy but with an edge of sarcasm - he knew the man was new like he was.]

So what is this - hungry enough to serve man for dinner?

[He wouldn't judge if that was the case, while it wasn't a path he could take yet, he understood it. There were still other options, in his opinion, even as hungry as he was.]

[obscurissime]

I haven't hit that level of depravity quite yet.

( But, hey, whatever people want to do with their time, right? )

Fat. It's flammable, it burns. This guy looks like he has enough to be useful. I can leave the edible parts for you, if you want.

[tinstar]

[The face Raylan makes at the answer and the offer is pure disgust, head pulling back a fraction as he frowns deeply under a furrowed brow.]

What? God no. I got more respect for the dead than that. [For now, anyway.]

Why- You know we got wood around here right? These big ass trees? Shit, broken chairs? Sacrifice a table? That axe could get you a lot more than some random man's asscheek will.

[obscurissime]

Plenty of wood.

( Scratch isn't arguing. Hell, he has quite a pretty pile of chopped wood sitting outside his cabin in the back. Until now, chopping wood has been his only outlet for any sort of aggression. )

Consider this an accelerant. Better to have it and not need than need it and not have it.

[tinstar]

[Raylan's eyes narrow a little, in morbid curiosity instead of suspicion, and his gun slips back into his holster with a little snap of a button to secure it back in it's home.]

You got a name?

[obscurissime]

( He does, but it's incomprehensible to human ears - he's not even sure if in his current state that he could say it. He almost thinks about saying his other name, Scratch, but, no. That'd be giving up too much too soon. )

Alan. You?

[tinstar]

Raylan. You a prepper? Like. Doomsday or somethin'?

[Another 50/50 chance that someone will understand what he's saying, what he's asking.]

[obscurissime]

No. Not even a little bit.

( He realizes he's being contradictory. This place is probably making survivalist preppers out of all of them, though, so he's not going to feel too foolish about it. )

This place is probably going to kill most of us before we figure out how to get back home. I'd like to at least give myself the best odds I can.

[tinstar]

[Oh at least a little bit, Raylan thought to himself, smart and polite enough to keep it off his face for the most part.]

I'm not sure there is a way back home, least one that doesn't include us bleedin' out into the snow. Not sure we're at ass fat levels of hard pressed, but as long as you ain't carvin' it off someone alive and bleedin'...

[obscurissime]

( Not yet, anyway, and Scratch certainly has no problems skinning someone alive. It'd be messy, sure, but it'd also be pretty cool and so bad.

It's probably only a matter of time. People will always turn on each other to try and be the last to survive. )

Then let's call this a test run. A fun little experiment to pass the time so when the real crisis hits, it won't be a guessing game.

[tinstar]

[Raylan narrows his eyes. For all his own prepper tendencies, of which he had many, harvesting ass fat was still a good long way down the list of things he felt were a necessary action.]

'Fun', huh? [Great. His gut had been right the first time. This guy is fucking nuts, and Raylan doesn't for a second believe that this is just due to the environmental pressures they were under.]

You the one that made him a corpse?

[obscurissime]

Like I already said, he was dead when I found him.

( Some people just don't listen, do they? Besides, he'd only killed Alan Lawrence, and that man was not worthy enough to be used in any other way. Scratch had left his body to the scavengers in the woods. )

People are killing and being killed all over the place. It's not hard to find a body left behind right now.

[tinstar]

[It wasn't about not listening - repeating questions back, testing a person's dedication to their answer. It was a legitimate strategy for LEO's to use during interrogations. But better that Scratch thought whatever he would.]

Mmhmm. How many other bodies you seen today? If someone's goin' around killin' people, then someone's gotta stop 'em. [Spoken in the most calm and rational tone of voice. Just a fact, like the color of the sky or the freshly fallen snow.]

[obscurissime]

More than just one someone.

( Honestly, Scratch isn't sure how many people, but he knows he's killed someone and he knows Louis's killed someone, so that's multiple people which makes his statement true. )

I found a body in the woods with it's throat fucked up, and it didn't look like any animal did that.

[tinstar]

Wouldn't surprise me. [Blunt and to the point; Raylan was oddly blasé about about the violence - he wasn't grossed or weirded out by the body or very much by Scratch's former sawing, though he was properly disgusted and unsettled by the whole show without a doubt.]

Any idea if we got any of those.. wha'dya call 'em, tree talkers around?