Sep 20, 2020 1:25 AM
fabbell and crystalcrab lucy in the 'verse
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The academic who died of old age was a historian and the one with the lab accident was a chemist. The politician who died of old age was an approximately average amount of in Blue Sun Corporation's pocket and had a history of supporting lower tariffs; the one who isn't dead yet has a public image focused mostly on agriculture, having introduced a bill to get better farm equipment on-planet cheaper and talked a good game about reducing air pollution but not actually done anything about it. 

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What kind of historian.

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His primary focus was the early history of the settling of the 'Verse. 

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Where is he buried?

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Southeast edge of the city. 

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"Wanna go resurrect a historian? He might have useful context because he specializes in early 'Verse settlements, and he'll probably think we're interesting, and he should do fine as a native guide. Unless he just kind of sucks but it's hard to tell that from obits."

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"I always wanna go resurrect people!"

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Isabella copies down the map and name and dates and they're off.

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Lucy is noticeably more cheerful and relaxed now that they have concrete plans to resurrect at least one person. 

"Are you feeling okay? The air isn't doing anything acute? Let me know if I need to shine at you."

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"It smells bad but I haven't collapsed in a coughing fit yet."

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"I don't wanna assume anything, humans are really fragile."

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"I think we would probably cough before suddenly dying."

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"I didn't think you would suddenly die, just, something could be wrong without being obvious from the outside."

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"Will it make you feel better if you prophylactically glow at us every morning?"

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"Kinda? I'm not super worried about death, I can fix death, but long-term exposure generally has positive effects. In reasonable doses."

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"Cool. I don't mind if you glow at us on some routine basis."

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"Awesome." 

They make it to the graveyard. The specific grave isn't immediately obvious, they're going to have to look around a little. 

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Isabella and Xander split up and walk among the headstones, reading them.

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The grave is on the west side of the graveyard, the dirt still visibly fresher than its surroundings. 

Lucy hurries over when its found, then looks around to make sure there are no imminent witnesses. 

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If there's no people and no camera, Isabella can materialize a shovel for herself.

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"Oh, don't worry about that," Lucy murmurs. 

She plunges one arm into the dirt as though it were no firmer than butter, and then slowly begins pulling it out. 

As her arm withdraws from the dirt, it transitions from ordinary flesh arm to something wider and less opaque, until finally an enormous vaguely crablike claw levers itself out of the earth, coffin firmly in its grasp. 

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Wow.

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Lucy puts down the coffin and turns her arm back into an arm. Then she digs her fingers into the crack where the lid of the coffin meets the walls, wood splintering around her fingers as her fingers press in and pull the lid of the coffin off. 

The smell that emerges from the coffin is noxious, but the decay has hardly touched the corpse's visible features at all. Lucy leans in as close as she can without actually crawling inside, and glows from her front half, the light shielded from attracting attention by the coffin and its lid. 

The man inside changes visibly, his waxen-pale features warming, wrinkles melting like running wax as hair darkens. 

A young man's eyes snap open, and Lucy leans back in time to avoid a collision as he jerks upwards into a sitting position. 

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"- wow that was fast - hi, Professor Dui!"

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"It's fast! Hi Professor." 

"What--what's happening?" 

"You died. I fixed it." 

"I--what--is this a coffin?" 

"Yeah. And that's your grave," Lucy says, pointing to the headstone with his name and dates of birth and death on it. 

He follows her finger and is struck speechless. 

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