Bazett Fraga McRemitz (Fate/) (
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Potato Chip Zombie
1. Outside the Hospital (backdated to January 31)
[Out of all the mutilated patients who have been dumped in the hospital from the factory, there is one woman that looks out of place, even among them. Physically, she appears unscathed, except for the blood trickling down her head and face. She is smiling blankly, as if she does not notice the injuries, nor even the rest of the world around her. However, she is clearly not a drone.]
[Every once in a while, she spouts a few lines of cryptic dialogue, seemingly speaking to herself. Her hands dart around and she paces before the hospital, as if pantomiming something. Sometiems, after finishing up her dialogues, she laughs a strange, echoing laugh.]
[Those that get close enough may recognize her as Bazett, but they would be wrong. In truth, there is nothing of the "real" Bazett left in this woman. Her brain had been replaced with a potato battery powered chip playing Leave it to Beaver reruns. The thing walking around is nothing more than a zombie, a husk.]
2. Action; all around town
[Bazett, or to be more accurate, her husk, is wandering around Mayfield. Without a brain, she cannot recognize her house. Instead, her body is pantomiming the actions of the episodes being played by the chip. Blood is still pouring down her head, the wounds left untreated.]
Pot roast, potato pancakes, and what's the big idea?
[She might invade people's houses, or assault people trying to use them to play out the latest action being shown by the chip. If anyone tries to talk to her, she will answer with quotes from the show depending on the member of the Cleaver family that she believes she is at the moment.]
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[Of course, she doesn't listen. The husk is incapable of doing anything but miming the Leave it to Beaver reruns playing in the chip in its cranial cavity.]
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[ He reaches for her arm again, this time trying to lead her out the door. ]
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[Nevertheless, she does follow him.]
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I'm not pickin' on you, I'm tryin' to help you out!
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[She laughs and slaps him on the back.]
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Look, if you're not gonna make sense, could ya at least be quiet?
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[ He gives a small sigh of relief and starts scanning the houses for a familiar one. ]
Taylor Street, right..?
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[Without the chip to guide her body, right now, she is no better than a human sized doll.]
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Ya know what? This is almost creepier...
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[She collapses on the sidewalk, perfectly still.]
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Hey! Hey, what's wrong? What happened?
[ Glancing around frenetically, he looks for help. ]
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[ Firo gives up on looking for help, realizing that he'll have to take care of this himself. Unfortunately for Bazett, he has very little medical knowledge. At least he knows enough to try and put pressure on where the blood is coming from. ]
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Now would be a good time for you to wake up...
[ He cautiously lessens the pressure to see if the bleeding will resume. ]
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[ Firo starts rising to his feet, hooking his arms under hers to try and lift Bazett up. This is definitely not one of of his better ideas, but he feels he should get her off the sidewalk.]
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Come on, come on, think! Maiza or Luck would know what to do if this happened...
[ Yet try as he might, Firo just can't come up with whatever brilliant idea they'd use to save the day. And so he continues heading towards where (he thinks) Bazett's house is, dragging her along with him. ]
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[ With some despair, Firo realizes that he indeed can not pick out her house without recalling the number. And as he was last there a while ago... That's not happening anytime soon. He growls and glares at the husk. It's not completely her fault, of course, but he needs something at which to direct his anger. ]
Hey, you plannin' on wakin' up anytime soon?
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...It's all perfectly normal. It's just a part of growing up.
[She chuckles nervously.]
I guess I must have had...uh...a hundred fights with guys since I was his age.
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[ Firo's startled by the sudden restarting of the chip and lets go of Bazett, stumbling back. ]
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Well, talk like that anyway...
[She laughs nervously again.]
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