Sometime after Lockwood spoke with Pucci, McCoy gets a gift in the castle clinic.
As a rule, when he was at Castle Courtsheart, Lockwood focused on gathering the good gossip, teaching novices, flirting with his friends and basically just being a happy, go lucky personality. The castle, in his opinion, was one of the seats of the Council and as such it was not his place to throw any political weight around. At least nothing beyond schooling novices in vampire hierarchy.
But what had happened to Pucci flipped a couple of Lockwood's more reactive triggers, and as two of the vampires in question happened to be within reach? Well, it had been a couple of decades since Lockwood had last reminded anyone that he bled gold.
He didn't have access to a Dread Blade, and even if he had this wasn't about killing. No one learns anything if you kill them. Just wanted to deliver a teensy, tiny reminder not to get above one's self. That, though some humans might worship vampires as gods that only meant there was a duty of care.
It wasn't Lockwood's fault that the Basement inspired ... creativity. Besides, Bones was always fussing about how he wanted a challenge!
Lockwood did just enough healing on site to ensure that what he delivered to the clinic would survive. What he delivered to the clinic would most charitably be called a bag of parts. Eight dissected limbs, twenty finger like products, twenty toes, and two torsos with the heads still attached.
Bones would probably need to start with reversing the skin, that had been flayed off muscle and then turned inside out, so he had an idea of which body parts belonged to whom. It was going to be rather unpleasant, as the sticky blood (pick your court color) on the inside of the skinned flesh, meant that the torsos were stuck together when they'd been smushed into the bag.
Oops, damn was that an eyeball that just went rolling under a cabinet? Slippery little buggers, eyeballs, oh and sorry about the ropes of intestine, Lockwood had needed something to tie up hands ... before he cut them off. Speaking of cutting; he's sure he picked up both tongues, at least one set of testicles and there's a penis around here somewhere.
Well, anyway. Enjoy your jigsaw McCoy! Don't say Lockwood never gets you the most delightful gifts.
cw: Gore - Just to help to ICly establish things, Timey Wimeyness is a go!
As a rule, when he was at Castle Courtsheart, Lockwood focused on gathering the good gossip, teaching novices, flirting with his friends and basically just being a happy, go lucky personality. The castle, in his opinion, was one of the seats of the Council and as such it was not his place to throw any political weight around. At least nothing beyond schooling novices in vampire hierarchy.
But what had happened to Pucci flipped a couple of Lockwood's more reactive triggers, and as two of the vampires in question happened to be within reach? Well, it had been a couple of decades since Lockwood had last reminded anyone that he bled gold.
He didn't have access to a Dread Blade, and even if he had this wasn't about killing. No one learns anything if you kill them. Just wanted to deliver a teensy, tiny reminder not to get above one's self. That, though some humans might worship vampires as gods that only meant there was a duty of care.
It wasn't Lockwood's fault that the Basement inspired ... creativity. Besides, Bones was always fussing about how he wanted a challenge!
Lockwood did just enough healing on site to ensure that what he delivered to the clinic would survive. What he delivered to the clinic would most charitably be called a bag of parts. Eight dissected limbs, twenty finger like products, twenty toes, and two torsos with the heads still attached.
Bones would probably need to start with reversing the skin, that had been flayed off muscle and then turned inside out, so he had an idea of which body parts belonged to whom. It was going to be rather unpleasant, as the sticky blood (pick your court color) on the inside of the skinned flesh, meant that the torsos were stuck together when they'd been smushed into the bag.
Oops, damn was that an eyeball that just went rolling under a cabinet? Slippery little buggers, eyeballs, oh and sorry about the ropes of intestine, Lockwood had needed something to tie up hands ... before he cut them off. Speaking of cutting; he's sure he picked up both tongues, at least one set of testicles and there's a penis around here somewhere.
Well, anyway. Enjoy your jigsaw McCoy! Don't say Lockwood never gets you the most delightful gifts.