I understand that warfare is an inevitability, between two factions with irreconcilable beliefs. It is simply not a matter of great importance to me. To have arrived with my combat-ready body intact, however, makes my inevitable participation more palatable.
[ To have arrived in his greeting-mode body? It would not have been the end of the world, but inhabiting the form with the bulk of his favored Artifacts carried along by biological signature? Much better. Such a form made him safer, stronger. It did mean he struggled with fine motor tasks, though. A combat form and a greeting form, after all, were styled for different sets of work; one, for survival and field work in the Abyss, and the other for precision lab work. It means that, though he could request Sebastian's claws, he must rely on his own body to continue on.
Sebastian will monitor their charge. Bondrewd will balance the scalpel upon his knee, and reach one hand over to the other to tug off a glove; it is an interesting juxtaposition, for someone to observe: where Sebastian's given form resembles that of a human, his natural form is akin to exoskeleton, to armor, and where Bondrewd's given form is armor, his natural one — resembles that of a human. A pale hand, with old scars littering the fingers and knuckles, the nails filed short — one, splintered down the center. It looks painful, but he does not even give the bruising injury at the nailbed a spare thought. Instead, he picks the scalpel back up, between fingers of human flesh.
While he is sorry to see Sebastian's adorable claws go, he is much more pleased to have the tools necessary to accomplish the task before him. Having to instruct even as perfunctory a creature as the one accompanying him could invite a variable into the scientific equation that would make it difficult to replicate, and thus invalidated. Every life he took was valid, albeit performed because those he slaughtered in the name of progress were made use of - each, one. If only there were a way to learn the name of this individual, for his record.
Sadly, with the inability to rouse them from their state to articulate anything, he is unable to acquire such information. In the end, science must come first. ]
They feel pain, they cannot scream. The Blight has been said to affect time, and this indicates a preliminary suggestion of paralysis of the musculoskeletal system akin to an antispastic or antispasmodic agonist. The nervous system has remained unaffected at the moment. I have reached the muscular layer of our charge's back, [ to which, he takes a moment to examine the fibrous structure of their back muscles, noting that — indeed, there are no reactive spasms or flinches indicative of a pain response. The individual is feeling pain, is reacting by crying and attempting sound, but is otherwise bound by the Blight. ]
The Blight could be purely magical in nature, however, to examine our charge means that we can formulate order even from chaos. By knowing in which order the body is impacted, we can hone a curative agent in to target the foremost system and essentially block the Blight from reaching further within, even if we do so magically — via chi, magic, essence, anima, Meridian and Zenith. For a creature such as you, who merely emulates the human form, that would be the most holistic practice.
[ With the scalpel in hand, he goes for muscle next. One side of the spine is carved away, precise and clean — leaving the other side intact. In this, he has begun layering the anatomical layers, prying apart each section of muscle ( the latissimus dorsi, trapezius, levator scapulae, erector spinae ) until the back of the ribs are next exposed. He is swift, merciless, and mindful that no organs fall out backwards. ]
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[ To have arrived in his greeting-mode body? It would not have been the end of the world, but inhabiting the form with the bulk of his favored Artifacts carried along by biological signature? Much better. Such a form made him safer, stronger. It did mean he struggled with fine motor tasks, though. A combat form and a greeting form, after all, were styled for different sets of work; one, for survival and field work in the Abyss, and the other for precision lab work. It means that, though he could request Sebastian's claws, he must rely on his own body to continue on.
Sebastian will monitor their charge. Bondrewd will balance the scalpel upon his knee, and reach one hand over to the other to tug off a glove; it is an interesting juxtaposition, for someone to observe: where Sebastian's given form resembles that of a human, his natural form is akin to exoskeleton, to armor, and where Bondrewd's given form is armor, his natural one — resembles that of a human. A pale hand, with old scars littering the fingers and knuckles, the nails filed short — one, splintered down the center. It looks painful, but he does not even give the bruising injury at the nailbed a spare thought. Instead, he picks the scalpel back up, between fingers of human flesh.
While he is sorry to see Sebastian's adorable claws go, he is much more pleased to have the tools necessary to accomplish the task before him. Having to instruct even as perfunctory a creature as the one accompanying him could invite a variable into the scientific equation that would make it difficult to replicate, and thus invalidated. Every life he took was valid, albeit performed because those he slaughtered in the name of progress were made use of - each, one. If only there were a way to learn the name of this individual, for his record.
Sadly, with the inability to rouse them from their state to articulate anything, he is unable to acquire such information. In the end, science must come first. ]
They feel pain, they cannot scream. The Blight has been said to affect time, and this indicates a preliminary suggestion of paralysis of the musculoskeletal system akin to an antispastic or antispasmodic agonist. The nervous system has remained unaffected at the moment. I have reached the muscular layer of our charge's back, [ to which, he takes a moment to examine the fibrous structure of their back muscles, noting that — indeed, there are no reactive spasms or flinches indicative of a pain response. The individual is feeling pain, is reacting by crying and attempting sound, but is otherwise bound by the Blight. ]
The Blight could be purely magical in nature, however, to examine our charge means that we can formulate order even from chaos. By knowing in which order the body is impacted, we can hone a curative agent in to target the foremost system and essentially block the Blight from reaching further within, even if we do so magically — via chi, magic, essence, anima, Meridian and Zenith. For a creature such as you, who merely emulates the human form, that would be the most holistic practice.
[ With the scalpel in hand, he goes for muscle next. One side of the spine is carved away, precise and clean — leaving the other side intact. In this, he has begun layering the anatomical layers, prying apart each section of muscle ( the latissimus dorsi, trapezius, levator scapulae, erector spinae ) until the back of the ribs are next exposed. He is swift, merciless, and mindful that no organs fall out backwards. ]