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 Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 3:10 pm
Jabril couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement. There he was, operating on a real live undead! He'd dissected plenty of cadavers, so he knew that his skills were sound, but this was truly one of the greatest challenges of his career. It took ever bit of willpower he had to keep his tails from swaying giddily.
"Tha' would be the point. T'keep ye from feelin' the pain."
But Jabril knew that he had to keep control of himself. His enthusiasm for the pursuit of knowledge, the amount of care he gave to his experiments... those were things that Setsu could not, or would not comprehend. It didn't take a genius (and he was a genius) to see how uncomfortable she was.
The last time they'd met, when he'd jokingly suggested taking a sample, she'd been all full of threat for him.
Tsk. Jabril was so misunderstood. Most kitsu didn't try.
Project lopped into the room, having been herded there by Godiva. Jabril walked over to the little chimera, picked him up by the scruff of his neck, and set him down by Setsu's forepaws. Project snuggled warily into her fur.
"Ye liked him, did ye na? If ye do'nae want t'think about me surgery, think about 'im."
Knowing Setsu out would be too risky. This was all he could do.
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 3:34 pm
A tremendous occasion, she could imagine. Even for her own considerations, this did hold importance for her. Her condition here out would depend on how well Jabril handled her side injury. A mangled carcass couldn't get too far in the world, afterall.
"Yep." And it was true, she wasn't feeling much of anything but time spent on this floor. She just grumbled that it took so many shots to actually get to that point. But better than no sedative at all. What she could feel was the waves of thrill gushing out from Jabril. His body language said enough, even if she never knew his addiction to science. Setsu lifted a brow at the other. They were both misunderstood, just on two totally different levels and spectrums.
"Tell you what, you do well and you can keep the bloody rib." What did she care, it was of no use to her now. She'd just have to update her clothes to protect that area as well as any of her other wounds.
Head canted to the sound of scrapping hops, and Setsu blinked to the sight of Project. Even moreso when Jabril plopped it before her, watching it snug against her pale paws. She brushed it against the top of it's head, frowning at the feel of stitches however. She pouted as she glared to the mad scientist. "And don't you dare to put a damned extra 'attachment' on me." She didn't want to pad out of here looking like Project. -__-;
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 3:57 pm
"Are ye poutin'?" He broke into a bright grin. It wasn't the kind of grin that would put anyone at ease - Jabril's canines were sharp, and his eyes were a little too bright - but it was as close as he got to friendliness. "Awww, I knew ye had more'n one expression."
In truth, he was thrilled at the offer of a rib. Fancy Setsu not putting up a big glarin' fuss. Perhaps he was making progress.
"Do'nae worry yuirself. M'na suicidal enough t'sew anythin' odd on there." he tapped his scalpel thoughtfully against his cheek. "...though I could put in a steel plate t'replace any rib I r'move, if ye like. Wi'out a living body, the rib is nae likely t'heal on its own."
With that, Jabril started prodding at Setsu's side, trying to feel out the location of her fracture.
Project hid his tiny face in Setsu's pale fur.
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 5:38 pm
Glazed glare. "No." How could she be pouting, she couldn't feel anything. Was she really? She chose to ignore Jabril's look of pure addiction-possession, with help of her druggage, to calmly look back at Project. Brow perked to see it hiding its sight in her fur. "Yeah...don't blame you for being scared..."
Ears pinned back to listen to Jabs, the back of her mind finding it surreal to be chatting so coolly while her insides were being explored, so to say. A lack of emotions though helped to make such talk possible. "A steel plate you say?" Well that was gruesomely ironic. Considering her friend had to lose a limb himself and replace it with metal as well. She just never pictured herself doing the same..
"Will it be heavy? I don't want something that will just be a nuisance..."
She was hesitant to have anything artificial become a part of her. Even down to her horn, she had lived life as naturally as supported. But guess this wasn't life now. Beggars couldn't be choosers...
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 6:01 pm
"Wouldna ha' t'e so bad." Jabril trimmed down Setsu's fur near the place where he wanted to make his incision, and then used his scalpel to cut into her bruised, blackened skin. "Hollow stainless steel? Ye'd scarce know the diffrince, unless ye had a poor un-in with a magnet. Would ye ra'er ha' a soft spot in your chest?"
Inhale. Exhale. He had to stay calm and keep his paws steady, but oh, this was brilliant! No rot at all! It was cold, yes. A bit tough and fibrous, but otherwise Setsu's flesh was a perfect preservation. Not even the first blush of rigor mortis had set in.
Jabril peeled back a bit of fat, in order to expose Setsu's damaged rib. It was utterly shattered. Bits of bone ground together. It was a wonder she'd been alb eot walk at all, considering the pain it must have caused her.
"Aye, this'll ha' to 'come out."
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 6:55 pm
Oh good god don't look. Her nostrils flared as she kept her attention away, petting numbly at Project's lengthy tail. Her maw stretched into a light frown. "No... no soft spots. Can't afford that." Why not just add the metal? Goodness knows she was already stiff and cold enough that a piece of metal won't matter. 8/
The femme laid still for long moments filled with quiet. The only sounds were snips and chinks of metal tools being used. "Having fun back there?" The only way she could tell he was working was the occasional tug or bump made at her torso. And the brush of warmer air filling the space of her shifted innards. Her ears twisted back towards the other, and she peeked to the scene.
....
And paled, rolling limply on her other side as she passed out. DX She did not have to see that just then. Skin and guts and cracked bones, all among blood, wasn't a pretty sight.
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 2:46 pm
Jabril's work was finished by the time that Setsu woke up. He had neatly sewn the incision in her side closed, and slathered her wound with anti-bacterial gel, before covering the whole thing with a gauzy pad that would absorb any stray blood. Crisp white bandages were wound across her chest. He'd placed a pillow under Setsu's head, and a thin blanket was spread over her torso, more for form than anything else.
There was no way of telling what time it was inside the lair, which was carved into the mountainside, and had no windows. Yet Setsu could hear music coming from down the hallway, and a rough Irish tenor singing poorly along with the tune. Jabril was clearly awake.
"Take the scorn and wear the horns
It was the crest when you were born~"
Apparently he was a fan of celtic punk.
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 3:39 pm
Wince. A groan here and there as the body was finally pulling through with awareness. Extremities such as paw tips and ear tips were practically numb and unmoving. Tails twitched in uncontrolled shakes, urging the mind to shake awake sometime soon.
And how soon was soon?
Frontal paws jolted and clenched once Setsu finally connected her mind to her sedated body. Once unconscious, it was like being underwater in a storm and searching for a lighthouse. But she found it, and eyes reopened in hazy confusion. What had happened? The femme stared at the ceiling as she collected her thoughts. With glazed eyes and absolutely no signs of breathing, she looked just like a corpse from a morgue.
That's right...she had come to the lab for her injury. And she had passed out? The kitsu attempted to sit up, but failed as she sagged tiredly back on the pillow. She couldn't remember feeling this tired and sore before. Was her body still full of the syringe? Sound finally registered to the patient, and she slid her eyes in the direction of the music and the voice tuning along with it.
Feeling somewhat secure indoors and with familiars, Setsu decided to relax for once. The lyrics crossed her mind in slow thought, finding them somewhat ironic.
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 3:55 pm
Godiva giggled, and jumped from her perch in the corner of the sitting room. Snacks was awake! And all a-flail! It was funny enough that Godiva wasn't too disappointed that she wouldn't be allowed to eat any of her. Snacks smelled less appetizing now that she didn't have much blood in her.
The giggle was a low, gravelly, slightly evil sort of sound, and might have set a fragile sort of kitsusagi right on edge.
"Sssnacks!"
She padded over to Setsu, claws tapping against the hard rock surface of the floor.
"Diva thought Sssnacks was deadsss, but Daddy wouldn't let Diva eat you. He was sssscared for a whilesss. He tried to sssshock your heart into beatingsss and everything, to get you to wakesss up. He even gave you some new bloodsss~..."
Godiva wagged her tails.
"But after you sssslept for a whilesss, he said you would have sssstarted to ssssquish and smellssss if you were really dead. You would have have been tassssty thensss."
"Robin Hood and Little John
Have both gone to the fair-o~"
Elsewhere in the complex, the terrible singing continued.
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 4:24 pm
A brief flash of brown had Setsu blinking to the corner, listening as clicks of claws made their way towards her location. She was clueless as to what it may be, considering the resident of this lab and his collections. That is until she heard the cackly voice giggle in twisted, but still childish, delight. "Yep, snacks." She was in no mood to argue, finding it odd but soothing to feel so passive.
With nothing else to do but to lay there, Setsu listened quietly to the other's slurred speech. Surprise widened her eyes to all the details that happened during her 'sleep'. She was shocked? But what was the point of that...they both knew she couldn't breathe. Was her body that well preserved for hopes, or was Jab's just enjoying himself abit too much. "Scared, huh?" She had to smirk at that, not quite able to picture that from the scientist.
"Well, I think I still may smell. But no, I'm afraid I can't let you taste test." Brow twitched as the distant singing continued, and Setsu frowned to the Nightmare. "As grateful as I am....please tell your father to shut up now."
x__x
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 6:54 pm
Godiva took a long moment to think about that, swishing her tails back and forth in the air. Snacks still smelled dead, like a snack! But she didn't smell rotting-dead. It was confusing and a little bit delightful. Godiva much preferred the smell of meat to any chemical or perfume that Daddy could concoct!
"If I tell Daddy to ssssstops," Godiva said slyly, "will you bring me ssssome foodssss later?"
Apparently, the kit was not above a bit of friendly blackmail.
"And we will to the merry green woo~d
To hunt the buck and ha~re, oh~!"
Jabril wailed, to a background of guitar and fiddle.
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 7:22 am
Should have figured it couldn't just be a simple agreement. Setsu glimpsed at Godiva, noticing her messing colored fur...or was that food stains? Either way, the girl's appetite proved no burden to her fit form. "Fine then. I'll bring food next time."
Ears finally managed to move, shifting only an inch to plaster against the pillow and mute the other's singing. Oh. She was regaining some feeling in her limbs now. Her right paw flexed limply before trailing to her side, coming in contact with stiff bandages. How much time had passed?
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 4:04 pm
Godiva bobbed her head in agreement, before trotting off to find her Daddy. She was blind, so it wasn't always easy to get around the lair, but she always knew where he was when he was so very loud! The hum of his stereo vibrated through the floor.
"Da~ddy~" She popped her head around the entrance to his work-room. "Ssssnacks is awakesss."
Jabril's singing came to an immediate halt, and he nearly dropped the flask that he was using when he flailed and yelped.
"What!" He hissed. "Ye were s'posed t'tell me when she started t'stir, so as I could observe an' record an'- an' nae be singin' in public! Tha's why I let ye out o' yuir cage!"
Godiva followed the sound of her Daddy's voice, until she was close enough to nuzzle her head against his leg.
"Daddy isss so funnysss," she giggled. "Now isss timesss for candiesss."
Jabril heaved a sigh, shrugged his shoulders, and tossed a beaker towards Godiva's snapping jaws, before loping into the sitting room to check on his undead houseguest.
"Yuir awake!" He greeted Setsu with a lopsided grin. He was honestly very relieved. Jabril hadn't had the opportunity to do a lot of surgery on kitsu, and he had his reputation to consider! "I knew I didnae kill ye when th'mould didna set in. Ye should ha' told me ye could pass out."
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 5:22 pm
All Setsu could really do was blink to the sounds of the family feud while eyeing the doorway. What were they arguing about? Though it was amusing to see such a duo living together amidst chemicals and differences. Maybe the fumes of experiments helped...
Ears jumped when the Irish entered the room, the femme giving a slight nod. "Surprising, no?" Jaw clenched shut as she adjusted to her elbows, finding any more bend to her torso awkward and different somehow. She turned curiously to the other when he mentioned mould, before pouting with a twitch to her brow. "I didn't know I'd pass out. ...Sorry?" Pale tails swayed back and forth with renewed energy as she relaxed and chattered with the other.
Maybe a brush with death and a new rib did her good? Along with the delayed nap.
"So? What happened, or were you too busy with your music collection?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2008 9:13 am
"I was'nae singing! I- I was high! On th' chemicals! Ye heard nothing!" Jabril's tails flailed and he gestured wildly with his forepaws, as though that would somehow make his protests more convincing. Then finally got hold of himself.
The male sat down on a cushion and attempted to assume a knowing air.
"Thought ye were dead fer true fer a while," he admitted. "Tried a bit t'get ye woken - electroshock t'the heart, a small transfusion. But it wasnae effective."
And, okay, he's done a biopsy or two. Or three. Teeny, tiny biopsies. It wasn't like Setsu was going to miss a tiny chunk of her liver. Technically he was looking out for her health. Technically! She could have had, uh, cancer. Or something.
Progress did not need to justify itself.
"Put th'new rib in. Yuir internals were fine, but ye ha' a lot o' bruising. I do'na know if ye feel it. D'ye need more drugs?"
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