Phase I [Jack was, sadly, no stranger to seeing dead bodies. More often than not these days, he had been the cause of their death, so the sight wasn't unusual at all.
The rubber chicken was a bit strange, though.
He frowned as he studied the thing in his hand, glancing occasionally back and forth from it to the body at his feet. As a bludgeoning weapon, the floppy toy left a lot to be desired. Jack had known more than one person crazy enough - and determined enough - who might have made the best of the situation and managed. Until just now, he wouldn't have considered counting himself among that number. But there was no one else in sight, and the rubber chicken was looking more than a little ragged, so…
Shrugging, Jack dropped the chicken. It bounced and wobbled gently when it hit the floor, before falling as still as the corpse next to it. This was just one more thing to carefully not think about to add to the huge, overwhelming number of things that he had done that he also carefully did not think about. Not a big deal at all; he did it every day.
Helpfully, just as he was wondering what to do next, he caught the sound of someone's approach. Not particularly looking forward to an encounter, but also not having anything in particular to lose by it, he turned to greet the new arrival. Slipping into his employer's charismatic, smart-ass persona was easier than ever these days, he'd been doing it for so long. The voice modulation implant helped.]
He-eeey, how's it going? Don't mind the dead guy, he was like this when I got here.
Jack the Doppelganger // Borderlands
[Jack was, sadly, no stranger to seeing dead bodies. More often than not these days, he had been the cause of their death, so the sight wasn't unusual at all.
The rubber chicken was a bit strange, though.
He frowned as he studied the thing in his hand, glancing occasionally back and forth from it to the body at his feet. As a bludgeoning weapon, the floppy toy left a lot to be desired. Jack had known more than one person crazy enough - and determined enough - who might have made the best of the situation and managed. Until just now, he wouldn't have considered counting himself among that number. But there was no one else in sight, and the rubber chicken was looking more than a little ragged, so…
Shrugging, Jack dropped the chicken. It bounced and wobbled gently when it hit the floor, before falling as still as the corpse next to it. This was just one more thing to carefully not think about to add to the huge, overwhelming number of things that he had done that he also carefully did not think about. Not a big deal at all; he did it every day.
Helpfully, just as he was wondering what to do next, he caught the sound of someone's approach. Not particularly looking forward to an encounter, but also not having anything in particular to lose by it, he turned to greet the new arrival. Slipping into his employer's charismatic, smart-ass persona was easier than ever these days, he'd been doing it for so long. The voice modulation implant helped.]
He-eeey, how's it going? Don't mind the dead guy, he was like this when I got here.