Mini-Grand 5101 [Round 3: Xilyon Odyssey]

Originally posted on MSPA by Ixcalibur.

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Bartleby reformed, looking only marginally different than he had before; a different facial structure, different coloured eyes and rampant facial hair. This time, as soon as he got up he leapt at Eugene, the terrified Master at Arms. His hands closed around Eugene’s neck, a scowl etched across his face. The Master at Arms attempted to use his weapon to beat away the horrific abomination against God that he had taken Bartleby to be, but it was futile. The pair collapsed backwards, the naked Flux straddling the struggling man, no doubt offending the sensibilities of anyone who had for some reason deemed to stay in the area. Bartleby did not let go until the last breath of life had been squeezed out of the Master at Arms. He climbed up, looking at the one or two people who remained.

“He started it.” Bartleby said defensively, and began to pull Eugene’s clothes from his corpse. Anyone who was remaining fled, either to escape the horror of this ungodly creature or to find a heavy object to beat it around the head with, either way he was left alone. Bartleby slipped the dead man’s thick lined pea coat on over his shivering frame, but neatly piled up his other clothes next to his corpse. After a long moment Bartleby began to wonder why the man wasn’t regenerating. He crouched down next to the now naked corpse and felt for a pulse, making sure he wasn’t just out cold. Confirming that he was definitely dead he began to panic. Hailing from a world where such a death meant nothing, Bartleby couldn’t comprehend the finality of the man’s death. It was to him as if he had irritably punched the man on the arm and in response he had dropped down dead. Bartleby’s mind attempted to push forwards scenarios to make the situation make sense. His first idea was that he was no trained doctor; he’d simply missed the man’s pulse. He grabbed the gun from where it rested on the deck, fed in some bullets from a pouch in the man’s jacket, pressed the gun against his forehead, to make sure, and then fired. He waited patiently for Eugene to regenerate, but after a minute or two was forced to come to the conclusion that for some bizarre reason he could not; that he had ended this man’s life permanently. He froze. His blood running to ice he stared down at his hands. ‘What have I done?’ he asked himself in horror and disbelief. He collapsed against the railing, his expression blank his eyes staring into space. In the distance there was the sound of things exploding, but Bartleby was past the point of hearing them, he was dead to the world.

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SpoilerWorst deathpost ever (in that every Bartleby post was supposed to be a deathpost according to my own crazy rules I was making up and so I decided to compensate by ending on a really bad pun). Also just as a note since Bartleby will be dying quite often if you guys want to just write what he regenerates into then that is fine. The only real rule with his regenerations is that whatever it is it must be the same approximate mass as he is.