[h3]Darius [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/2798916]→[/url][/h3]	[@Laue]
	Darius opened his pod and coughed coarsely, clearing his throat aloud. Death by explosion. Probably one of the coolest ways to die, but the most instantaneously painful of them. His attire was charcoal black. It was covered in ash, and some of the threads on his clothes were loose as if they had been pulled by strong forces and burned. If one thing was for certain, though, there were many cases in this world where killing a human wasn't as unethical as it would be in the real world. He felt fine. Sore still, but as healthy as he was earlier.

	The brunet rose slowly from his pod. Standing, he brushed some of the dust and ash from his clothes and pulled the hem of his T-shirt. [i]Damn.[/i] He craned his neck to look down his body, his back, his arms, his legs. [i]I need new clothes.[/i] And then the newly-resurrected lab coat man was there, talking to Darius. The boy looked at John immediately upon hearing the first few words and listened carefully. A good question, really, but a little trivial in regards to the situation. Well, he could remember his memories vividly and was currently reliving the events that led to his first death. That was one question answered.

	[b]"Likely instant perfect clones, bodies only regenerated to full health."[/b] Before reaching the second clause, John was out the door and back inside, confirming the facts that were, to Darius, very unimportant. In a world of some fantasy, Darius found it safe to dub most of their environment magical in nature. And John spoke again, in his rushed, straight-forward tone of voice—of course, in Darius's opinion. [b]"I know your name already. You said it while your body began to fester on the ground."[/b] He gingerly put his hand forward and shook John's slowly. [b]"Darius. Darius Sterling."[/b] He released John's hand immediately after saying his name.