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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[She follows after him, being more or less dragged along.]
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You fell down?
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So, wait a minute. Someone hit you and you fell down? Did his happen out here or at that hospital place?
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[She sounds like she is whining.]
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...And my name sure as hell isn't June!
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[She turns around, looking into the distance.]
Will I. Boys! Beaver! Boys! June, don't you think you could get them shoes with softer soles?
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[ He starts trying to tug her along again, shaking his head. ]
I'm not even gonna ask anymore. Just come on.
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I'll ask around.
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[It seems that nothing he says is getting through to her.]
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[ He sighs, but doesn't slow. By now he's realized that he'll just have to get used to it. ]
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[She sounds worried.]
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[ He stops when he sees his house and tries to lead Bazett through the door. Even if he has no idea how to make her stop speaking nonsense he can at least do something about the blood. ]
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[She is easily led into the door, but once inside the house, she sits down and proceeds to mime eating something off a plate.]
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[ Firo stares at her in wide-eyed confusion before going to the sink to dampen a towel. ]
Just... hold still, okay?
[ He walks over and tries to pat at the bloody areas with it. ]
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Beaver, come here.
[She snatches the towel from his hands and tries to dab at his face.]
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[ He stumbles away, trying to swat at her hands. ]
What do you think you're doin'?
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[She stops dabbing at his face.]
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[ He growls in frustration and tries to swipe the towel out of her hand. ]
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[She relinquishes her hold on the towel.]
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[Her continued rambling is not helping.]
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[ He sighs and slouches. ]
...I guess you're not listenin', are ya?
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[She pauses for a bit, enough for him to get his words out.]
Yeah, he fell down, Dad.
[At this point, she seems to be talking more to herself than to him.]
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