[ How insightful! So, it was not that Meridian and Zenith were divided by their moral parameters, but the presence and absence of hope. Good to know, that he would need to be cautious around his own faction, given that his methodology was, in fact, built upon what some might consider 'perceivable cruelty', while he preferred to examine it as necessity. Some might think of him as cruel, and they would not be wrong; he thought of himself in terms of unhindered, after all. Freed from a shackle that the others might remain crippled by, for all time.
Then again, not everybody could ( or would ) be willing to do what he had done. ] I have never truly been involved in a war between peoples. Certainly, I have supplied products to one side or another, in exchange for funding or resources, but this is quite an experience for me.
[ He reaches out, to accept the wooden case from Sebastian; there is a weighted pause, heavy and syrup-thick, as Bondrewd must be rapidly prioritizing and re-prioritizing his research goals and topics once more. It is so interesting to him, that Sebastian's form is perfectly suited to assisting others. A predator, but one strongly contextualized by his prey. Ah, the struggle! So much he wishes to do, and all of it wonderful.
Bondrewd opens the case, examine the tools before him in silent reflection - and then, he selects the scissors. They are tiny between his fingers, gloved as they are; perhaps that is why he sets the instrument upon his knee as he folds down behind the seated, stunned Highstorm citizen and takes his time, in handling the tools he has. Nimble, despite the bulky garb he has on, which suggests his familiarity with working with it. He cuts the citizen's shirt down the back, from neckline to hem, lightly pushing it over their shoulders.
Modesty maintained, even as he checks to ensure they have not been disturbed by his movements. ]
Would you mind monitoring them, Mister Michaelis? Any sign of exacerbation from them will warrant a pause, lest we contaminate the process. They must remain locked in the throes of the Blight, yet untampered with by our spell or presence. I will begin now.
[ Which is the only warning he gives, before one of the scalpels is between his fingers. Before he is holding the skin of the individual softly taunt, slicing swiftly through layers of dermis, epidermis and not the muscle. Not yet. Essentially beginning to flay open their back, using the spine as a center line. wow you two ]
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Then again, not everybody could ( or would ) be willing to do what he had done. ] I have never truly been involved in a war between peoples. Certainly, I have supplied products to one side or another, in exchange for funding or resources, but this is quite an experience for me.
[ He reaches out, to accept the wooden case from Sebastian; there is a weighted pause, heavy and syrup-thick, as Bondrewd must be rapidly prioritizing and re-prioritizing his research goals and topics once more. It is so interesting to him, that Sebastian's form is perfectly suited to assisting others. A predator, but one strongly contextualized by his prey. Ah, the struggle! So much he wishes to do, and all of it wonderful.
Bondrewd opens the case, examine the tools before him in silent reflection - and then, he selects the scissors. They are tiny between his fingers, gloved as they are; perhaps that is why he sets the instrument upon his knee as he folds down behind the seated, stunned Highstorm citizen and takes his time, in handling the tools he has. Nimble, despite the bulky garb he has on, which suggests his familiarity with working with it. He cuts the citizen's shirt down the back, from neckline to hem, lightly pushing it over their shoulders.
Modesty maintained, even as he checks to ensure they have not been disturbed by his movements. ]
Would you mind monitoring them, Mister Michaelis? Any sign of exacerbation from them will warrant a pause, lest we contaminate the process. They must remain locked in the throes of the Blight, yet untampered with by our spell or presence. I will begin now.
[ Which is the only warning he gives, before one of the scalpels is between his fingers. Before he is holding the skin of the individual softly taunt, slicing swiftly through layers of dermis, epidermis and not the muscle. Not yet. Essentially beginning to flay open their back, using the spine as a center line. wow you two ]