Re: [arcade: hannah, david, eddie]
Eddie had an immediate fondness for Hannah. She was cut from the same cloth he was, except she didn't have the same restlessness that shivered through his body. She saw the world with wide open eyes and a heart full of questions. Eddie might have been like that when he was small, but it sure as hell didn't last long. He hugged her back just as tight, like they were old friends, and kissed her forehead before turning his attention to David.
He was a funny duck, wasn't he? Eddie didn't blink. A necromancer wasn't allowed to blink at possible ungodly abominations. That was the first rule of the business. Instead, he shook the man's hand. Palm warm, fingers rough. Eddie tried to pull a string- a faint prickling from the back of David's neck, but nothing more. Not a typical ghost, not a zombie. Interesting.
If Revenant were in the mood to drink from the glass of memories, Eddie had one that was buried deep. It went like this:
The basement of the meat packing plant was bathed in blue. Crystal blue liquid, frozen Lazarus juice pumping in cylinders and tubes, all connected to a man on his own throne. Behind him was a snow globe with a floating, beautiful woman dressed in white. She looked completely lifeless in there, but in truth she was only a second away from being in the grave.
"You know, freeze pop..." A high pitched voice said from the other side of the room. His yellow smile in the dark. "I dunno if this is obsession or real sweet. What do you think, Eddie?"
"Who, me? I think I've already planted a bomb on her bacta tank."
"Ohh! And, I have the trigger! Wee!!"
Eddie let David's hand go and he turned to smile at Hannah. "What are you in the mood to play?"