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[Ugh, he doesn't want to do this.] Return Mariska's duplication ability at one half strength.

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[He's feeling a little terse.] I have returned Mariska's duplication ability at one-half strength, with the understanding she will only use it in self-defense. [Yes, he is very unsure about this.] If she doesn't use them in this way, she is aware there will be consequences. [Both in losing her abilities and people defending themselves.] This will allow her to produce four copies of herself that she remains in communal contact with. If she is attacked for no reason, I will defend her.

[And he's out. Because he has to go scrub his face like that would remove the memory of her breathing in it. He has a feeling he's going to have to go kidnap a legitimate genesmith from his universe and figure out a way to save that baby himself.]

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[And he comes back to add...]

I would like to speak to you if you would be willing. I admit to being hesitant to return any of her abilities. I am out of my realm of expertise, but I know that I need to give her the chance to behave responsibly with her abilities rather than jump to any conclusions.

However, if something does happen, I would like to be prepared. She's susceptible to head shots, and her bite is currently not infectious.

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One of her, three minor duplicates. It, surprisingly, was one of the more mundane powers I could return and I cut it in half. She can't teleport or infect people or swell her hands up to overwhelming size to make attacks or form a rocket out of the ether to blast people with fuel.

[There's a tone here that indicates he has no idea what the actual fuck to make of all of this.]

[Dean just blinks, having no clue where to start, either. Because yeah, the zombies back home? Don't do any of that.]

Um. Well. Good call, then. [What the fuck.]

How overwhelming we talking?

It doesn't say. [There's the sound of flipping paper.]

...I'm sure that I won't like knowing. [You have the strong genetically engineered good-at-heart inmate, Dean! Do you know how lucky you are?!]

Apparently since she had "rock" in her soul, the gas that she encountered in the afterlife turned her into what she is. [He wishes Beka were here. She would at least give him musical reference for the era.]

[Yeah, Kon's a good kid. If he flips his shit, Dean won't be able to stop him from killing everyone on board, but he's a good kid in the meantime.]

Alright, I'm game - whadaya need from me?

[Wait, did you say something about musical references and rock? Because. Um.] Rock? Gas? I don't... She must be one of the hoodoo variety plus a bit soft in the brainpan.

[And yet somehow it still seems so much easier.] If she attacks someone, and you're available, shots to the head will take her down. I'm not so foolish to say to contact me first; I'll get there as quickly as I can but I would rather the threat be removed than someone be eaten.

[Dean blinks. This is... a surprise. The confusion clears from his expression long enough for him to study Rhade for a second from an altogether different side of his personality - one he hasn't shown very much of.]

Alright. Any sorta special ammo? Silver, iron? Or will just plain lead do the trick?

[Seeing as how he doesn't think her gravebed is anywhere nearby, nor any packs of wild dogs likely to be available.

Fucking zombies, man.]

Lead will suffice. She's durable because she's not susceptible to conventional damage, but a head shot will stop her immediately. Do you have any large gauge weapons?

...Also what music was popular in 1969?

I got a 12-gauge sawed off back in my room, and I carry a .45 most of the time. It's enough to make a helluva mess with good aim, and that's something I've always got on me.

Uh. Music? [He actually considers this for a moment, dropping the cocky act long enough to show the wheels turning, perhaps unintentionally.] The Beatles are probably the big name, but then, they always were. Led Zeppelin came out that year, Elvis was still on top, Dylan, the Stones, just... a lot of awesome bands. Why?

Beka was the person that knew about rock. Not me. My mother was an opera singer.

Apparently it had a strong effect on this woman's life, enough to help give her the abilities she possesses in the afterlife.

I don't know any Bekas, but I do know my rock music. I have some records if you wanna hear some of it sometime.

...dude, a zombie with good taste in music? How is that even fair? And should I start paying attention so I know what to warn people about happening to me if I'm ever zombified?

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