"Oh." That makes sense as well. Victor's rather touched that Frostbite apparently thinks enough of him to get him help.
"I was used to it," he grumbles, feeling a strange wave of annoyance wash over him. "I was even getting more or less used to Chicago, of all places. But then. . . ." He sighs, the annoyance fading. "Let me explain. I was trying to get to the library for some books when I came across an acquaintance of mine, Miss Jules -- I'm afraid I don't recall her last name at the moment. The same girl who first triggered by power. At any rate, the poor girl was fighting an -- an undead c-corpse! I decided to come to her aid, and I managed to use my power to distract it while she -- killed it, I suppose. We got into a bit of a discussion about my power afterward, and -- and she mentioned that m-most people, upon seeing a dead b-body, would call the p-police. And that got me thinking about w-what they usually d-do with such b-bodies, and. . . ." He puts a hand over his face, shaking a little. "I k-keep dreaming about b-being trapped in the morgue, or worse, w-waking up from l-leaving my body, only t-to find they've started a-a-autopsying me. . . ." He looks up again, staring at both Doc and Marty in turn in a rather haunted manner. "D-do you know w-what it's like, d-dreaming about b-being cut open?!"
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Date: 2009-08-23 11:12 pm (UTC)From:"I was used to it," he grumbles, feeling a strange wave of annoyance wash over him. "I was even getting more or less used to Chicago, of all places. But then. . . ." He sighs, the annoyance fading. "Let me explain. I was trying to get to the library for some books when I came across an acquaintance of mine, Miss Jules -- I'm afraid I don't recall her last name at the moment. The same girl who first triggered by power. At any rate, the poor girl was fighting an -- an undead c-corpse! I decided to come to her aid, and I managed to use my power to distract it while she -- killed it, I suppose. We got into a bit of a discussion about my power afterward, and -- and she mentioned that m-most people, upon seeing a dead b-body, would call the p-police. And that got me thinking about w-what they usually d-do with such b-bodies, and. . . ." He puts a hand over his face, shaking a little. "I k-keep dreaming about b-being trapped in the morgue, or worse, w-waking up from l-leaving my body, only t-to find they've started a-a-autopsying me. . . ." He looks up again, staring at both Doc and Marty in turn in a rather haunted manner. "D-do you know w-what it's like, d-dreaming about b-being cut open?!"