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Taking the number he was given so their food would be delivered to the right table Ethan would walk with Robin still attached over to the section in the corner he had scouted. Settling into the seat he'd watch the snake as he nervously confessed what he had been holding in on line. The hunter nodded when the snake asked him if he remembered being told that he wasn't safe to be around in his sleep. He had mentioned that before they had left, that he would need to leave once they got back.

The serpent did a number of the ghost and that was in a glamoured state, he couldn't imagine what he could do in his true form. "Hmm, yeah I remember." Robin explaining that the warehouse was the only safe place for him to transform gave the hunter some pause. How big was his actual form? Even bigger a question how long had his new friend been left to deal with that all on his own? He mentioned a mother, but Ethan wasn't going to dredge anything up that may be hurtful or a topic that was off limits. He'd let Robin tell him in time. "We're not too far away - I can get you back in time. Make sure you're safe before you fall asleep."

That had been his goal since he had accidentally pulled a weapon on him. To make sure he wasn't a threat, and once it was identified that he wasn't that he could make sure the supernatural was safe before he went on to his next location.

"I mean... I guess it's safe? If I don't hurt people, then people don't come looking for me, right?" He asked, chewing at his lip as he looked up at the hunter.

"I've got my heat lamp and an outlet. So long as it's charged and it's not too cold, m' fine." He sighed. "It's just real hard to find abandoned places with electricity sometimes."

He had to put a lot of thought into making all the parts work together in any sort of harmony. Every movement was deliberate.

"From time to time I must move... Looking the way I do and staying very much the same, at least for the most part. Replacing parts as needed does little for the face and hiding recognition." He explained. "I must go places where I am no longer recognized."

Something clicked into place in Isaac's mind and he remembered some of the papers that he'd had to sift through from the creator of this mecha in order to fix it up. There were large portions he'd merely skimmed over because they didn't seem relevant, but now... Well, it seemed they might be more important than he'd initially presumed them to be. He may have to treat the thing more like a person than a tool.

Taking on a gentler tone, Isaac took a step closer and pulled a nearby chair closer to sit in. "I understand how upsetting it might be. But you're missing some information. While there is some truth to the belief that disturbing the body can upset the dead, that's only if they've been given a proper burial to begin with. You see, until the body has been given last rights, including being returned to the earth, the soul remains disconnected from it's home and is restless. Part of why I wanted to bury his body was to help his soul. Not to disturb him, but to give him peace."

With a sympathetic sigh, Isaac looked down at the ground. "I'm sorry, I should have led with that. I've been under a lot of stress and haven't spoken with anyone in a long time. It makes me seem a bit... detached and cold."

"I have... put him to rest incorrectly?" As emotionless as he had sounded previously, he almost sounded slightly disturbed at the idea. The fact that the soul may be restless because of him caused him great distress.

"What, then, is the correct procedure for putting a soul to rest? What are these rights?" Si asked. He was a mecha of science. As much as he read fiction and non-fiction books a like, they did not cover these details. This sort of thing was completely out of his wheelhouse.

He was too hyper-focused on his mistake, he ignored everything else for this one subject. It must be corrected immediately, nothing else mattered.

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Vinnie O’Neil in BRASSIC series 5

Watching eagerly, Faye covered her lips, eyes darting from Quinn to the man. As soon as he began to squirm, she tightened her hand to her face. However, the moment he sprang forth like a jack in the box, she burst into a fit of giggles, her hand slamming on the counter, nearly knocking her half-empty glass over.

Others in the bar chuckled and a few even tried to help. However, things quickly got out of control as a glass of vodka tonic instead of water was thrown on the man. Those close to the man jumped back, trying to avoid the flames.

"What fuckin' bell ends!" Quinn half sniffled. He hadn't expected anyone to be dumb enough to actually slosh their drink all over the guy's ass. "We got frosty the fuckin' snowman over here!" Of course a few of the drunks in the bar cackled along with them at the snowman comment, earning him a dirty look from the bartender, not that he cared.