[ Because when she gets out there, Frank's kicked back sitting against a tree. A few feet away, there's a body. A very obviously dead body, wrapped up in a ragged tarp. The face is covered but there's a lot of rusty stains dried into the canvas. One of the corpse's hand is sticking out of the bundle — it's desiccated, almost bones. This is a real fucking old corpse. ]
[ the cocoa here isn't great, but julie makes up a shitty little thermos and manages not to spill any on her way out to where frank said he was. when she gets there, she sets the thermos down by frank's thigh and pushes her mask up so she can lean down and give him a little kiss. ]
What's this?
[ she wanders over and nudges the body with the toe of her shoe. ]
[ Shitty cocoa is better than no cocoa, especially when it's accompanied by hanging out with his girl. Especially when he gets to kiss his girl hello — he gives Julie that kiss and a quick little grin before turning his attention to the thermos. ]
No clue. Found it while I was looking around earlier. It's got some of that glowy bullshit all over it.
[ By "glowy bullshit" he means Vittorio's weird ass glowing tattoos. Magic bullshit.
Hey, Julie, hey. Look at this weird corpse he found. Isn't it a cool present? ]
[ julie is fascinated by it, by the weird tattoos. she takes a knee, carefully pulls back the canvas to look at a little more of it and wrinkles her nose — she's never seen a body this old, her experience with corpses by and large involves fresh ones. ]
You think Toscano was pals with whoever this was? [ the corpse is old, but-- ] He's old as shit, right?
[ what does time really matter in the fog anyway? for all she knows a corpse could mummify in the time it takes her to walk to macmillan one day and the next a body would take weeks just to start decomposing. ]
[ That's agreement. Frank takes a long sip, then sets the thermos aside in favor of kneeling next to Julie. Top date activities in the Fog: poking weirdo mummified corpses with the proverbial stick. ]
They've got the same stupid wizard shit or whatever. [ He plucks at a scrap of the corpse's shirt, still miraculously clinging to it. ] Wonder if they still work.
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[ Because when she gets out there, Frank's kicked back sitting against a tree. A few feet away, there's a body. A very obviously dead body, wrapped up in a ragged tarp. The face is covered but there's a lot of rusty stains dried into the canvas. One of the corpse's hand is sticking out of the bundle — it's desiccated, almost bones. This is a real fucking old corpse. ]
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What's this?
[ she wanders over and nudges the body with the toe of her shoe. ]
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No clue. Found it while I was looking around earlier. It's got some of that glowy bullshit all over it.
[ By "glowy bullshit" he means Vittorio's weird ass glowing tattoos. Magic bullshit.
Hey, Julie, hey. Look at this weird corpse he found. Isn't it a cool present? ]
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You think Toscano was pals with whoever this was? [ the corpse is old, but-- ] He's old as shit, right?
[ what does time really matter in the fog anyway? for all she knows a corpse could mummify in the time it takes her to walk to macmillan one day and the next a body would take weeks just to start decomposing. ]
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[ That's agreement. Frank takes a long sip, then sets the thermos aside in favor of kneeling next to Julie. Top date activities in the Fog: poking weirdo mummified corpses with the proverbial stick. ]
They've got the same stupid wizard shit or whatever. [ He plucks at a scrap of the corpse's shirt, still miraculously clinging to it. ] Wonder if they still work.