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Post by black379 on Apr 28, 2018 8:42:24 GMT -8
Adeney's face was pale and his hands trembled. He had left the room more disheveled than he thought. The door slammed shut and he worked quickly to collect the girl's body. Thankfully it seemed no one else had been there since he was last, no one would have found any evidence of his interference.
With due panic, the doctor dried her cold corpse with the sheet that hid her. He scarcely noticed his labored breaths as he bundled her up and clutched her tight to his person. He could not rationalize what he had done, nor what he was doing now. At what point did he go mad?
Holding his breath, he soothed his nerves. He was used to sneaking, to avoid the scourges of the dungeons. He would employ the same method to carry the body to the basement, unnoticed.
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Post by rumsztyk on Apr 28, 2018 13:27:40 GMT -8
Ibrahim breathed a deep sigh of relief, now that Jack was in good hands. Or so he hoped. But the few physicians he has met in the Hamlet were without a doubt exceptional individuals and experts at his craft, which relieved him. And relief was a thing he was in dire need of.
His clothing was all but sanitary, reeking of the pig-infested tunnels below. Even so... he allowed himself a momentary reprieve, taking a seat in the Sanitarium halls, wiping sweat off of his brow. "I am... certain this boy will get the help he needs." He said, seemingly tense and exhausted. "Now... to cleanse the body, and the mind."
Even after this statement, he tarried.
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Post by The Carrying Blade on Apr 28, 2018 16:43:02 GMT -8
“Do not worry, he will live, maybe without an arm but he will surely live, we will make sure of it.” Nasuada spoke, standing off to Ibrahims right with her arms dangling limply at her sides. It was done, finally, now if only the man was ready enough to handle a discussion with her. But even if he was she knew it would be better off getting cleaned in the baths of the Abbey despite her judgement of knowledge.
“We would’ve wanted to ask some questions, but it is clear you are not fit to give reasonable answers with your state. I’ll leave you to your thoughts Ibrahim but we will talk later or tomorrow no matter what, so be sure to be ready then, we promise it will be... extensive. Though if you wish to search for us we will be taking a cleaning at the Abbey, after that we will be at the Tavern, farthest room to the right when you walk up there stairs. Unless you want to do it now than later?” She remarked, thinking of being in that fake knockoff of a church gave her a slight chill, never really a fan of them anymore.
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Post by black379 on May 5, 2018 19:55:32 GMT -8
The doctor laid the body out methodically across an emptied tabletop. Adeney was leaned over the corpse, scrutinizing with distress to ensure there was no lingering trace of his tampering. Without any evidence, he almost could dismiss the act as a delusion - some fantastical and disturbed reverie. He would never do such a thing.
He placed the sheet neatly over her. The girl's skin was nearly as pale as the cloth shroud. Adeney paced as his nerves festered and gnawed at him. He cast more worried glances to the door than to the hole that had been gouged from the wall deeper in the room.
A cat weaved between his legs. It couldn't seem to care less if he might trip, or even kick it by accident.
"Aud. Please get-"
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Post by Vanitypirate on May 5, 2018 20:04:25 GMT -8
A cacophony of crowing announced Florence's arrival long before she appeared.
There was a banging at the door: a count of one, then two, then three, with somehow an exactly equal delay between each knock.
"It is I, Florence Novel. I have arrived." Came a voice from behind the door.
"I have recovered the bird."
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Post by black379 on May 5, 2018 20:23:15 GMT -8
His heart suddenly raced, and he might have keeled over from the shock. Adeney caught himself on the table and sucked in a heavy breath. He palmed his forehead, wiping cold sweat from his brow.
"One moment!" The red-clad figure wavered as he hurried to the door. The bird's squawking would draw unwanted attention if he wasn't quick to let Florence inside. He unlatched and pulled open the passage between her knocking.
"Good. Quickly." He motioned for her to enter, though he didn't move to make room for her. He would seal the door immediately behind her. "I have the body."
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Post by Vanitypirate on May 5, 2018 21:33:33 GMT -8
Florence held the wriggling, cawing burlap sack with two, gloved hands as she stood in front of the door.
"Hello." She said again, before shuffling inside after Adeney and then stopping as she examined the room again.
It was a fitting setting for this endeavor, she figured; this was the site of the alleged Dr. East's experiments.
"We shall need straps." She nodded her beaked head, and then rose the sack.
"The bird is angry."
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Post by black379 on May 9, 2018 20:12:53 GMT -8
"Straps for the crow?" Adeney questioned frantically as he sealed the door behind Florence. It was important no one happened upon them. Their project was of utmost secrecy.
"Could you not have caught something more quiet?" The doctor blurted as he turned into the room again and hurried to clear off a nearby worktable, as though Florence would simply place the bagged bird on the empty surface and it would suddenly be still.
He wasn't exactly sure of his part in this endeavor. The beaked woman kept her knowledge and experience of her past trials mysterious to him so far. Far as Adeney knew, she had almost performed this... procedure successfully before. The only difference now being the particular soul and the vessel meant to capture it.
While he scoured the room, gathering what hempen lines and leather bonds he could find that weren't rotten - such restraints were surprisingly accessible in this basement - his mind was barraged with curiosities. He was just as concerned to succeed as he was to fail.
"What else is needed?"
The cat had scurried beneath a cabinet as Florence came into the room. Though its widened eyes transfixed on the writhing sack she carried. The feline's rear end waggled in anticipation.
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Post by Vanitypirate on May 10, 2018 8:03:29 GMT -8
"Yes, straps. No, I could not find something quieter."
Florence shuffled into the center of the room, to the great slab at the center with the sheet drawn over it.
Unceremoniously, she whisked the sheet off of the body and folded it up, placing it behind the girl's head.
So, this was the cadaver: she'd seen a glance of it when she first emerged from the Warrens, but as she examined it more closely, flipping the girl prone, it was evident that the girl would have perished to her wounds.
"The infected tissue on the girl's left glenoid cavity is hastening her decay." She frowned and poked at the point on her shoulder before stepping back and busying herself further with unpacking the necessities: an interwoven copper-and-lead wire; a small, closed tin with a large P scratched on its lid; an empty jar; a hefty stack of notes; and lastly, a syringe that she had stolen from this very lab, a curiously blue serum glowing in its half-full barrel.
"When we have finished, I ask that you urinate in this flask," Florence tapped the lid of the jar, "So that we might replenish the phosphorous mirabilis. The copper and lead may be reused..."
Florence flipped through the notes until she came upon one written in small print, detailing a fluid known only as 'the serum', entitled to Doctor East...
"I shall investigate this lab for further materials." She continued on, pinning the top of the burlap sack beneath the lake box of tools, to prevent the bird from struggling itself right off the table.
"And then we shall begin."
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Post by black379 on May 12, 2018 19:21:07 GMT -8
Adeney paused but for a moment at her request. It may have been as necessary as it was strange, but they were practicing beyond reason anyways. He made a note not to relieve himself before they had finished, should the experiment last several hours.
"We had best hurry then." The doctor approached the table, holding some cord between his gloves to secure the bird. He took a moment to examine the wound himself, not realizing before the putrescent state of the girl's shoulder. He shuddered as though he only just understood what they were doing, hovering over Silvant's tortured and naked corpse.
"She'll be in pain, won't she?" He cleared his throat as he hoisted his satchel onto the cart to retrieve some ointment that might help clean and sterilize the gruesome gouge.
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Post by Vanitypirate on May 14, 2018 10:41:44 GMT -8
"If the brain still functions, it should register pain." Responded the Crowgazer as she stooped before another cabinet, this time without the hovering gaze of either Tilly or Alphonse-- though, the former was rather instrumental in giving her this information in the first place.
What a pity it was that this research may have gone to waste.
"...But it shall be the crow that experiences this. Silvant's soul is irretrievable by the means currently available to us.
There was old, dusty lab equipment: tubes and wires and the like. But none of what she had found when she first arrived.
It seemed she would have to concoct the next batch herself, after this.
"But yes, in this case, pain would show that the creature lives again. It is good."
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Post by black379 on May 18, 2018 9:02:02 GMT -8
Adeney hummed in regretful acknowledgement. It disturbed him to think that when they succeeded, Silvant's mangled body would be occupied by a simple beast. He wondered if it would scream, or if it would cackle like a crow.
"She- It will succumb to these wounds. Will it not?" He questioned through a tightened throat. Adeney applied the salve to the dead girl's shoulder and couldn't help but look her in the face. He shuddered at her almost peaceful expression and eyed her lips intently.
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Post by Vanitypirate on May 18, 2018 9:26:18 GMT -8
"I cannot be certain how long the corpse shall live. Given the advanced status of the corpse, I would hope that the base process of reanimation would have some regenerative properties if it is to reverse the decay."
With an armful of lab equipment, she shuffled on over to the slab in the center of the room, setting the equipment down on an adjacent table.
She eyed the corpse before making to tend to the materials: preparing the needles and the supplies and the like.
"The woman will need to be restrained down before we proceed."
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Post by black379 on May 18, 2018 12:21:11 GMT -8
"Right." The red doctor snatched up the leather bindings he had gathered and began to restrain Silvant's limp limbs to the table. Besides the gouge in her shoulder, the corpse's wrists and legs were marred with deep scratches and her hands and feet were missing some digits.
"Will she have enough blood?" Adeney cleared his throat, scarcely tearing his gaze from the bare and bruised body, and looking to Florence for direction. He felt lightheaded, even nauseous, but maintained a steady face.
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Post by Vanitypirate on May 18, 2018 12:31:54 GMT -8
Florence held up the syringe with the blue fluid in its glass barrel, but remained huddled over her notes, which she was flipping through.
"This serum, according to these notes, should temporarily force the processes. Side effects being... potentially madness, delirium, and stupor. All human subjects were euthanized at the end of the trial."
She turned slowly, eyeing the body, and finding its bindings satisfactory.
She looked to Adeney and paused,
"You are pale. Do you feel well?"
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