[He glances over, and actually lets her defile the dead. It's what Sandy would have wanted.
Said sandworm has an enormously heavy outer head, and fangs that line her jaws both upper and lower. Her tongue is prehensile and was made for latching onto smaller prey. One of the fangs looks like it was sawed at by a letter opener and then said person gave up halfway through]
This thing can eat a ghost? That seems like a diaphanous and insubstantial thing to feed on. Though, I suppose if I considered a phantasm to be made of energy, it'd be like consuming pure energy...
[Hange moves down Big Sandy's body, prodding at her scales and examining her, heedless of the rotting smell. :O :O :O amazing]
This thing eats only ghosts, Hange. If they didn't, the Netherworld would have been overpopulated as shit. You know how many people have died in the history of the world?
Lots.
[He huffs, but doesn't get out of the way, his arms thrown up over Sandy's back like a couch. She's striped, just like his suit and the actual couch and half the apartment]
[He chuckles a bit at that, but gets up and considers the furniture. Obviously the couch is out. And the chairs all have spikes on them in uncomfortable places.
Damn. Up the stairs it is. He walks halfway up the stairs and turns to sit down on them]
There's this or the attic, and I haven't cleaned up in there since Rhys and I last had sex.
[Hange paces around Big Sandy a bit, eventually raising her communicator and taking a couple snapshots. She's got to send... this to Luke and tell him his inmate is ready to kill now.
Then she comes and joins Betelgeuse on the stairs, initiating a call to the Admiral. He can jump in if he wants...]
[And as soon as the Hange's request is granted, Big Sandy the corpse starts to disappear. Betelgeuse pulls away from the arm around his shoulders in order to stand up, watching nervously to make sure it's not a trap.
The big sandworm is gone. In its place is a small black-and-white striped egg, which is rocking back and forth and beginning to hatch.
He leaps over the banister with a crash to scamper close to the egg]
[Hange reaches down to boop the tiny head, setting aside for the moment how creepy it is to think of Betelgeuse just chillin', watching a stranger give birth.
The sandworm lunges for Hange's hand and sinks her teeth into the web of skin between thumb and pointer finger for the trouble.]
[Having grunted and reflexively shaken her hand to remove the attached predator, Hange reaches with her other hand and drives her fingers into the jawline. Got it.]
[Hange pinpoints the conversation for later, possibly for when Betelgeuse is being an asshole about death again, but possibly before that too. She can use the sadness he felt to illustrate some things, maybe.]
Well, now she's back!
She has to stay with me for starters. Like I told the Admiral. We'll see how it goes.
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Said sandworm has an enormously heavy outer head, and fangs that line her jaws both upper and lower. Her tongue is prehensile and was made for latching onto smaller prey. One of the fangs looks like it was sawed at by a letter opener and then said person gave up halfway through]
To the Netherworld. They eat ghosts like me.
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[Hange moves down Big Sandy's body, prodding at her scales and examining her, heedless of the rotting smell. :O :O :O amazing]
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Lots.
[He huffs, but doesn't get out of the way, his arms thrown up over Sandy's back like a couch. She's striped, just like his suit and the actual couch and half the apartment]
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[The important questions, here. Hange pauses and stares over at Betelgeuse speculatively.]
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You had your chance for dissection.
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Oh, what? Now you don't like the idea?
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Hange, I do. I would.
But right now I just want you to fix her, okay? Can we dissect later?
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[She got a little caught up... u_u bad habit.]
Take me someplace to sit where I won't get bounced into the ceiling and you can sit in on the call.
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Damn. Up the stairs it is. He walks halfway up the stairs and turns to sit down on them]
There's this or the attic, and I haven't cleaned up in there since Rhys and I last had sex.
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Then she comes and joins Betelgeuse on the stairs, initiating a call to the Admiral. He can jump in if he wants...]
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"If"?
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....Well, I could.
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Not so impervious to death after all. And maybe that's good. Hange studies him, then moves to sling an arm around his shoulders.]
You don't even know where the Admiral is.
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Like I couldn't find out.
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[back to the convo!]
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The big sandworm is gone. In its place is a small black-and-white striped egg, which is rocking back and forth and beginning to hatch.
He leaps over the banister with a crash to scamper close to the egg]
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You know, I don't normally get to see life. They don't let me in hospitals and there's a disappointing amount of home births these days.
[And then, from a crack at the top of the egg, comes a tiny rawr! as Little Sandy nudges open her shell prison with her exterior head.]
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[Hange reaches down to boop the tiny head, setting aside for the moment how creepy it is to think of Betelgeuse just chillin', watching a stranger give birth.
The sandworm lunges for Hange's hand and sinks her teeth into the web of skin between thumb and pointer finger for the trouble.]
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She always loves biting people. Pinch her jaw line or she'll try and swallow you.
Oh, you are precious.
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A ferocious little babyyyyy...
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Isn't she just?
Thanks, Hange. I missed the old girl.
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Well, now she's back!
She has to stay with me for starters. Like I told the Admiral. We'll see how it goes.
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[All softness drops from his tone. He gets a needy whine in his voice, looking from Hange to Sandy and back]
No, why? Jesus christ, Hange, she came with me, she belongs with her own brand of weirdness. You'll dissect her.
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