User blog:BTR180/Living in armor

You're a survivor of an intense, grueling battle. You can barely walk, let alone crawl, as you try to make away back to camp. In fact, the only thing holding you together is your heavy-plated armor that your father had given you. You thought he was joking when he said that 'it would make sure you never die', some encouraging words to send you on your way after you were drafted in the armor. Though apparently he was right given how if it wasn't for the odd design of the armor general kept your body from coming undone as of this point you are certain your arms are barley attached and you should have died from blood lose a long time ago. Though sadly, it seems you can't go any further as you collapse.

"S-Shit...so this is it?" You think to yourself.

"No..." you heard a voice say. You open your eyes and out of the corner you see a transparent, almost ghostly, women's face next yours.

What happens next? - Nola19

I fall to the ground and them procede to slowly drag myself foreward and talk to the spirit withount stopping

Me: "Well I didn't expect the reaper to be fleshed out, let alone be attractive. Well I'm the last one pale rider and I must warn you despite my current condition I won't go withount a fight. Hehehehe..." I cough up some more blood. "Huh, didn't know I had mor of that in me."

Spirit: "Fear not noble warrior, for I am not death. I am the very armor that you wear. I am the reason that you survived for so long, and why you have not perished yet."

Me: "Huh, is that so? And here I thought I actually found something that I was good at something. He he he he he *cough cough wheeeezeee* That hurt more than it should have. At least it proves that you're doing your job, though it's a pretty bad job if you ask me."

Living armor: "You have a very good sense of humor despite the fact that you are very close to death. Why is that? Are you useing humor to try and mask your fear of death? Or is it another factor that I can't discern?"

Me: "You know what, you really are not the most subtle being you know. Most people would just laugh along or try and comfort my pain and help me get up, but you. You just jump on in talons out and dig right in to me. You get your jollys by kicking a man while he's down?"

Living armor: "I apologize for my personality or lack there of but that is just the way I am. I will try and be more Human to better be a companion for you."

Me: "No no. I actually like this I can make some bad jokes and you'll just stand there with that gorgeous deadpan stare giving me your undivided attention. Mmmm if only I could get a piece of that."

Living armor: "As your companion I am capable of having intercourse with you while you still wear me as armor. Would you like me to procede with your request?"

Me: "Maybe another time but now I need to get somewhere safe where I can heal." Suddenly my body stands up on it's own and quickly walks back to where the clerics were. "What's going on"

Living armor: "I am looking for healing items to ue on you."

Me: "Why didn't you do this earlier? You know what forget about it. Let's get me patched up and out of here. You know what, I think that this is the begining of a good friendship."