Crow's Legacy

Downtime

Deadman Wonderland; Crow's Legacy

Downtime

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Between the multiple Carnival Corpses and indiscriminate fights, the scientist needed a place to rest, a sort of "nest" he could scuttle away to while his body required sleep.

That place happened to be in a lower sector of G-ward, directly beneath the main hall where other Deadmen ate and watched the Carnivals. Down there, among the gears and dust and trash, Crow repaired the injuries he accumulated from recent battles.

Fractures, bruises, broken bones - how rare they were, though he knew that if he didn't fix them right away, he'd be paying with his life later on.

On this particular evening, he was wrapping up the latest wound: a skull fracture above his left eye. Chan and En wrapped his head with surgical precision after easing the pressure and stitching him up, snipping the end after it went around thrice.

With a wave of the hand he dismissed them. He came to his feet and walked over to a lone mirror he had placed near one set of gears, examining the body he had been inhabiting for little over a year now.

"Hmm, not lookin' too bad there." he murmured, flexing his arms and arcing his back slightly. Raw scar tissue lay flat against his abdomen and along the palm of his right hand, where more stitches were once sewn in. "Crow" chuckled, an almost maniacal look of admiration sparkling in his gray eyes.

"Every ounce of pain is worth it." He pressed his hand against his own reflection, sticking his tongue out.

Crow Claw

It shattered instantly, then again and again and again until the frame was little more than a fine dust gliding across the floor.

Oh, how bored he was! All the other birds were simply filler, itsy-bitsy pieces on a chessboard meant to appease and satisfy his needs, his cravings.

"Ahahaaa…" he craned his neck back and laughed, adrenaline roaring through his veins and bloodlust lapping up every last sip of his sanity. "I need more….more…"