LePouvantail

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Benny gave her audience a chance to react, and if she could grin anymore, she would have. Zombie guy seemed to be enjoying himself, and gave what she assumed was upward applause, though the helicopter motions after were lost on her, Asian Prince showed something she took as amusement up until she spotted the blood, and the crocodile...well, her story and punchline must have been top notch, based on how he was literally rolling on the floor laughing.

“Thank you, thank you. I’m here all night, folks!”

Benny started to join in as the crocodile gestured, but before she could put one lime green-slippered foot in front of the other, she found herself sitting.

“Wow, what service! I’d get a drink if it wouldn't go right through me.”

The zombie man suddenly sported an axe, and weirdly enough, he seemed to settle down. When the crocodile spoke, Benny would have quirked a brow if she had one.

“Booth rent? Ha. Funny. Leave the jokes to the real comedians.”

She placed her arms behind her head, then one bony ankle crossed over the other on the table. Had she still been alive, the open robe below her belt would have left little to the imagination.

“But hey, anything can happen in a dream, so whatever.”

Then the crocodile introduced himself as the God of Chaos, and her position left her with a perfect view of the light show that followed. She even applauded when it finished. Now she could say this dream took a turn for the weird.

Except Crocus denied it was a dream. Benny wished there was a way to pinch herself, but no nerves meant no pain. Still, as she listened to his spiel, she tried to decide if she was amused or annoyed.

Yes, she decided at last, then sat up properly when Crocus became just an afro! ...No, the irritating buzzing meant he became a fly. The scale slid a little more toward “annoyed”.

A sudden weight at her pelvis got her attention. Benny glanced down to the belt -- obviously stronger and sturdier than her flimsy robe belt -- and beeper attached to it.

“The hell?”

She tapped the beeper curiously, then looked over at Crocus, before she looked over at the other two. The Asian Prince seemed the most frustrated of the three of them, and zombie brute...well, he seemed to be looking for something.

“Whatcha need, big guy?”

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@Stekkmen I love how Benny and Bruno already like each other for the wrong reasons. XD Benny's all, "Hey, friend! Gonna make you laugh! :D" and Bruno's all, "Comrade! We fight at dawn!"

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There. Took longer than I meant, but I got stuck.

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Benny had succumbed to something resembling sleep in that she at some point no longer noticed the piano music, or the occasional yip from the other storage unit that signified her werewolf neighbor for the most part settled down. Could one really sleep when they had no eyes to close or a physical brain to go into a REM cycle?

In any case, those were questions Benny long since gave up putting much thought into. What she did think about, however, was suddenly being pulled back into the waking world. Benny bolted upright then, not even registering the announcement until it mentioned her name. Even then, her mind went back to the Chopin music and her neighbor and the racket he’d been making earlier.

“What the---? Goddammit, Randy, settle down in the---!”

Benny lifted up her face mask up over her skull to a sudden bright spotlight, and would have winced had she had eyelids. She then picked out a stage, a microphone in front of her, and what she guessed to be a small audience. Only then did she briefly the recall the announcement she heard as it startled her awake. Something about “humor in humerus,” and then her name.

“Er, sorry about that,” she said, grinning. “Werewolf neighbor.”

Benny pushed herself off her chaise lounge, standing up and brushing down her robe. Was this a dream? Maybe it was a dream, but she was obviously the star of some kind of comedy show, and that was all the incentive needed to run with it.

“You can probably imagine with the full moon and the howling at night and the banging against the walls when you’re trying to sleep.”

Not exactly a planned routine, but the first rule in entertainment was to take any stumbles and roll with them. So she picked up the microphone and kept at it, reaching up only once to adjust the face mask on her skull like a headband to keep it in place.

“It’s like, ‘Hey man, I need to wake up on the right side of the coffin tomorrow! I’ve got a very important reaping! Can you keep it down?’ But hey, I try to be neighborly. It’s not like the guy asked to be a werewolf, you know?”

As she spoke, Benny’s eyesockets better adjusted to the bright spotlight, and she started to pick out the people in the crowd. A very fine Asian man in ancient robes, a half-rotted zombie in fantasy armor -- handsome guy -- and a crocodile with an afro. Another being might say this dream took a turn for the weird. For Benny, this oddly enough felt normal when half of her friends and neighbors were monsters and/or weirdos. Just ones she didn’t know, which was the only thing she considered weird about it.

“So I go to talk to him one night. Extend the arm of friendship. He accepted it---and my leg too! Gotta say, things were kind of awkward after that.”

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Sorry to hold things up a bit, but I won't be able to post until tomorrow.

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@LePouvantail Not true! Their canon is not just a name on a piece of paper! We also know Mike has blue eyes! :P

@ProPro

Details, details.

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Benny trudged into her storage unit, got inside, and locked it. Today had been a good day. While plastic or resin skeletons long since replaced real ones, now and again, she got paid to just hang there and be educational.

It helped to know people in this town, and more importantly, other monsters with connections. Work was slower in January, when there weren't really any plays or haunted houses or crime shows needing bone props. So she let herself hang for an easy $100 through the monster agency while a bunch of kids learned the bone song.

She may or may not have swayed to the tune behind the teacher's back, to the laughter of the class. Or held still when the teacher turned to see what was so funny. Or got more daring with bolder moves like waving to the kids, doing kicks in her dance, and pretending to sing along.

The kids could assume their confused teacher was a very good actor, though she sneaked in one last wave as the agency wheeled her out.

Benny felt around for the lamp she kept to the side. Being dead and with no use for a kitchen or plumbing, the storage unit worked perfectly well for her, and was so much cheaper than renting! This particular location was owned by a gremlin who fixed some of the units up with electricity.

The room lit up to reveal her clothing rack over to the left, completely taking up that wall with all her costumes, clothes, and shoes lined up underneath, her chaise lounge to the right, as far as she could get it from the werewolf’s unit, her chests and boxes of knick-knacks along the back wall, her vanity by the costumes, and her bookshelf in the far right corner.

Benny stretched a bit, several of her bones pleasantly cracking, then trudged over to the costume rack to pull on a lime green robe and matching slippers. A useless gesture to be certain, but who else was here to give a damn? She tied the robe around her spine, giving her a waist that would make Jessica Rabbit jealous, then walked over to the chaise lounge to relax. She hit the play button on the CD player beside it, then settled back on the lounge, arms behind her skull, one slippered foot crossed over the other as No Doubt filled the air.

She only had a few moments of peace when a terrible din suddenly shook her unit and everything in it. Benny bolted up suddenly, then looked over to the costume wall, where most of the noise originated. Annoyed, she got up and crossed the room to bang on the wall.

“Hey!” she shouted. “Settle down in there!”

She was met with more banging, followed by growls and snarling. Benny stared at the wall for a moment, before she reached up and skull-palmed.

“Damn it. I forgot it was a full moon tonight.”

Benny went back by the lounge, then knelt in front of it to get to a box underneath. She rifled through her CDs until she found Chopin, and switched out the discs. Only seconds after piano music filled the unit did the racket in the adjoining one die down. Benny settled back on her chaise lounge, now pulling a matching lime green mask out of the robe pocket to cover her eye sockets.

At least she didn’t have to break out her flute this time.

Literally.

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I... I just... I don't even... So many puns. The puns are everywhere! I CANNOT ESCAPE THE PUNS!

So other than the fact that this would make 2 undead and officially 3/4 characters based in fantasy (and I would like more variety in this game), I don't have any bone of contention with this. Feel free to add Benny to the character section, then throw up an introduction post in her native environment from which to be whisked away by Crocus.

@ProPro

Did I break your funny bone? A little boneheaded of me. Hope I didn't give you a bad femur.

Working on it. Though, even before I saw the "no canons" rule, I debated Mike or Jeremy. Then again, their "canon" is literally just their names on a piece of paper, so loophole...?

In seriousness, if I think of someone else, I'll let you know, and keep those guidelines in mind. XP

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Benny Bones

Name: Benedetta “Benny” Bones
Alias: Ben, Agent Skully, OH SHIT I THOUGHT YOU WERE A PROP, Bones, Bonesy
Race: Skeleton
Gender: Technically genderless, being literally all bones, but in life, she was a woman.
Age: She honestly couldn't tell you. She woke up dead one day and lost track of time since.
Appearance: Human skeleton. She prefers to go bare-bones, but will wear whatever she fancies at the moment: jeans, suits, 80s workout leotards with leg warmers, ball gowns, scrubs, tutus, skeleton costumes out of sheer irony…

Being that she has a bad habit of falling to pieces, Benny has tiny carvings in every bone to make matching them up easier. Her right forearm radius was also turned into a flute some time ago (long story short, graverobbers have some strange clientele…), so it especially doesn't always stay put.

Most of her bones are pretty intact despite everything, most of any damage either wear and tear, or battle scars from dogs. She does have a noticeable crack in the back of her skull from one idiot kid trying to play baseball, and tiny pinpricks on either side to wear earrings.
Personality/Motivation: When one has “lurks in closets until someone comes clean,” “that one unearthed body in CSI,” “Yorick from Hamlet ,” “a bowling set,” “xylophone,” “real-life Jack Skellington,” and “part-time Halloween decoration” on their resume, you know they’ve got to be humerus, no bones about it.

Benny doesn’t know why she's up and stalking, just that she found a way to deal with getting up on the wrong side of the grave.

Literally. She woke up dead and a shell of her former self. Having no idea how she got there or how she died, she set about finding answers. And when that failed, she just started making them up.

That's when she found her true calling as an entertainer, and gives a different story to everyone who asks, “So how’d you die?”

“My lover poisoned me. Not on purpose, mind you, but the idiot couldn't cook worth a damn.”

“I sneezed on the minister, and he got sick and died. Haven't been to Salem since.”

“You see, there was this other woman who got a teensy bit upset that I was visited her boyfriend for the weekend. Pretty sure she wished it was her own funeral when she learned how his sister so tragically fell out the window.”

Benny's goal in life is to be entertaining, because it beats moping about having no body to do anything with.
Gear: Benny never has anything unless it’s part of an outfit she’s wearing, like a scythe for a grim reaper costume. Speaking of, that's a real hit at funerals!
Abilities: She can take herself apart and reconfigure her bones to be something useful. She's always willing to lend a hand or two, provided she gets them back.
Flaws: She’s pretty hard-headed at times, likes to have a bone to pick, and will probably fall to pieces at inopportune times and need some help pulling herself together.
Favor: 0

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Benny Bones

Name: Benedetta “Benny” Bones
Alias: Ben, Agent Skully, OH SHIT I THOUGHT YOU WERE A PROP, Bones, Bonesy
Race: Skeleton
Gender: Technically genderless, being literally all bones, but in life, she was a woman.
Age: She honestly couldn't tell you. She woke up dead one day and lost track of time since.
Appearance: Human skeleton. She prefers to go bare-bones, but will wear whatever she fancies at the moment: jeans, suits, 80s workout leotards with leg warmers, ball gowns, scrubs, tutus, skeleton costumes out of sheer irony…

Being that she has a bad habit of falling to pieces, Benny has tiny carvings in every bone to make matching them up easier. Her right forearm radius was also turned into a flute some time ago (long story short, graverobbers have some strange clientele…), so it especially doesn't always stay put.

Most of her bones are pretty intact despite everything, most of any damage either wear and tear, or battle scars from dogs. She does have a noticeable crack in the back of her skull from one idiot kid trying to play baseball, and tiny pinpricks on either side to wear earrings.
Personality/Motivation: When one has “lurks in closets until someone comes clean,” “that one unearthed body in CSI,” “Yorick from Hamlet ,” “a bowling set,” “xylophone,” “real-life Jack Skellington,” and “part-time Halloween decoration” on their resume, you know they’ve got to be humerus, no bones about it.

Benny doesn’t know why she's up and stalking, just that she found a way to deal with getting up on the wrong side of the grave.

Literally. She woke up dead and a shell of her former self. Having no idea how she got there or how she died, she set about finding answers. And when that failed, she just started making them up.

That's when she found her true calling as an entertainer, and gives a different story to everyone who asks, “So how’d you die?”

“My lover poisoned me. Not on purpose, mind you, but the idiot couldn't cook worth a damn.”

“I sneezed on the minister, and he got sick and died. Haven't been to Salem since.”

“You see, there was this other woman who got a teensy bit upset that I was visited her boyfriend for the weekend. Pretty sure she wished it was her own funeral when she learned how his sister so tragically fell out the window.”

Benny's goal in life is to be entertaining, because it beats moping about having no body to do anything with.
Gear: Benny never has anything unless it’s part of an outfit she’s wearing, like a scythe for a grim reaper costume. Speaking of, that's a real hit at funerals!
Abilities: She can take herself apart and reconfigure her bones to be something useful. She's always willing to lend a hand or two, provided she gets them back.
Flaws: She’s pretty hard-headed at times, likes to have a bone to pick, and will probably fall to pieces at inopportune times and need some help pulling herself together.
Favor: Start at 0. This will keep track of your Favor with Crocus. When you are in the god’s Favor, he’ll do you favors. Use it to purchase items, power ups, or any what-have-you.