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[Here is Nathan, armed with dual battle axes. The table, though he stared at it long and adamantly, did not give him the machine gun he so wanted deep in his soul. He took the next best thing.

But it isn't just Nathan standing here like a moron. This is Nathan, all of 6'8" tall, armed, and in the middle of combat.

These past few days haven't been good on his temper at all, and he's finally been enabled a way to vent his frustrations, and oh is it fucking awesome.

Strewn around him are already a dozen bodies in various states of death. Some are simply beheaded, some look like they've been chopped repeatedly, some even look like he tossed the axes aside for a single, brief moment, to crack some skulls in.

He roars like a monster and swings his axe, slamming it deep into one of the zombies still standing. His clothes are damp, his face is sprayed with various types of gore, and his eyes? Are no longer their bright and vivid green. They're pure red, and the glow they cast on his face almost give him the appearance of some sort of bestial demon.

Nathan tears through them like nothing until only two are left; he throws an axe square at one with all the strength he can muster, then charges behind it, leaping over the zombie thing moments before he would have slammed into it. On his descent, he grabs his other axe with both hands and brings the blade down into the head of the last one standing (the other having, reasonably, been dispatched by the axe had thrown moments before).

Aw, but now he has nothing to kill. So now he stands there like a moron, his eyes still aflame.]

Brutal.

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I'm sure you haven't; I'd have remembered a word-blending that redundant.

[Braxiatel is holding a hand mirror and has placed a small device on it that sends an electric current through the service. He lifts it up, looking his reflection in his eye. It mirrors his frown perfectly. Shaking his head with a sigh, Brax removes the device and puts the mirror away.]

I can see why you've so much practice cleaning blood out of clothing.

[Nathan has finished and it's good for now, and you know, he's not going to search if this place has a washer, so he's going to employ the skill he picked up when he was un-famous and poor. Washing clothes in the sink.]

Yeah. People have a tendency to die when we're around. It sucks sometimes. Last guy I was buddies with? Blew off his head next to me on a hunting trip. Seriously, ugh, it gets sort of annoying to be soaked in blood every couple of weeks.

[He scowls.]

Hey, some dude just got chopped up by helicopter blades, all the blood lands on you! Some dude just got shot, all the blood is on you! It's disgusting. I seriously am glad I haven't gotten any diseases yet from it. Dude, I mean... I have been soaked with... like the blood of my fans from them going fucking nuts in a concert. Those people are crazy, who knows what the fuck diseases they have from, I don't know, doing heroin or some crap like that.

[seriously] I hope you get blood tests.

I do. [Man, this sucks. He hasn't had to wash clothes in a sink in years.] I don't do drugs, and, uh, I don't sleep with women who have STDs. I am fucking careful. So, uh, yeah. Blood is... the only thing.

[Braxiatel has been very careful about his clothes for this exact reason]

Have you ever considered investing in barriers at your shows?

[He looks over at Irving.]

Ugh, do you have any idea how long it would take to put up force fields for each show? Like, okay, the, uh, Klokateers would do it, but it's so... Actually. Uh. We probably should... people keep- keep attacking us.

Think of all the shirts you'll save from blood-spattering.

It's not like I throw them away. I usually have someone just... do the laundry.

[He yanks the shirt out of the sink and wrings it.]

Seriously, I- I hate throwing away clothes for stupid shit like that. That's just fucking wasteful.

Unless you turn them into the material for books.

[Nathan slings his damp shirt over his shoulder and turns to face Brax. Nathan's expression is one of 'I don't follow'. Nathan's ability to be dumb seems to have randomly kicked in.]

Huh?

[Brax doesn't mind explaining!] You can make books out of old rags. It was the main method of production, some centuries ago. The paper is more long-lasting than what they use in your time.

Huh. I should, uh, see if there are any documentaries showing about that... tivo it. It sounds pretty cool.

[smiling a little, because Braxiatel has a soft spot in his hearts for knowledge and learning] If you can't find one, I'd be happy to look through the archives for you.

Nice. I'll, uh, probably check out that library... or mine. You know, a library.