Tw: Horn mutilation

15:52	Heries|Josh	[>Heries: Be nervously sitting in a sterilized room in Josh's spire. There's a table with a bone saw, a brace, and anesthetics on it. You are really about to freak out over here, because holy hell they are going to chop up your horns and it is going to hurt. Although they did say they were going to give you anesthetics while at it. ]
15:53	Heries|Josh	[There's a sink, another table, and some chairs around the room. You're honestly not sure what to think of this, considering you're once more waiting on Lokkie to arrive. She's always late, you've noted.]
15:54	Heries|Josh	[>Josh: Be busy checking all the tools and making sure everything remains sterile and clean.]
15:55	Rache	[>Rache: Be leaning against the wall, trying not to breathe on anything that'll desterilize it.]
15:55	bobbedNonsense	[Still no Starbucks in your claws, when you amble through the doorway, a broad smile stretching across your face.]
15:56	Rache	[You think you'd like to be in a situation that doesn't involve Lokkie hurting your loved one with obvious relish again.]
15:56	Rache	["Is this going to be a running theme with you? Should you start carrying coffee?"]
15:58	bobbedNonsense	["I drrrank it on the way," you purr as you pass him, going to inspect the table with the anesthetics on it. Your claws drift across them, clinking as they tap the glass lightly, your thin frame obscuring the syringes from view briefly.]
15:58	Heries|Josh	[>Josh: Immediately point at the sink. "Go wash your hands, you don't get to touch anything until you do that. I'm not having her get sick because you feel like getting your nasty grimy paws all over her wounds."]
15:59	bobbedNonsense	[Smile at Josh as you move towards the sink. It could almost be a pleasant smile, were it on anyone else. "Of courrrse."]
16:01	Heries|Josh	[>Heries: Watch and look a bit queasy. You really, really, aren't going to enjoy this. Immediately get up and get close to Rache, grasping quietly for his hand.]
16:01	bobbedNonsense	[You scrub your hands in the sink with steaming-hot water and antibacterial soap.]
16:02	Rache	[Your fingers lace with hers. "It'll be alright," you murmur softly. "It'll be over before you know it."]
16:04	Heries|Josh	[You look up at him and whine quietly. "I'm not sure it will be over /quickly/ but I appreciate the thought."]
16:06	Rache	[You give her hand a squeeze and consider what Lokkie did to the syringes and whether you should call her on it.]
16:07	Heries|Josh	[Josh: Watch Lokkie wash her hands. You're finally satisfied with it. "Alright, Heries, would you mind coming over here?" You ask, snagging the brace and gesturing to the chair you have set up in the middle of the room.]
16:10	bobbedNonsense	[Hands and arms now clean up to the elbow, you dry them and turn to watch Josh and Heries. Your face is serious now, the smile gone.]
16:11	Heries|Josh	[>Heries: Squeeze Rache's hand one last time before letting go and walking over to the chair. Your stomach is twisted up in knots as you sit down and Josh helps put the brace around your neck. It's to help keep your head from moving while they well... mutilate your horns. That's what you came here to do after all. ]
16:16	Heries|Josh	[>Josh: Apply the anesthetic, trying not to look as distressed as anyone else. This isn't exactly something you would /like/ to be doing. ]
16:17	Rache	[You certainly don't look distressed, although that's because you're focusing on not looking distressed.]
16:18	Heries|Josh	[Heries looks distressed by this for sure.]
16:18	bobbedNonsense	[There's no smile still. But there is a syringe in your sylladex, with a considerably higher dosage of anasthetic in it than the one you replaced it with. The one that Josh is now using on Heries.]
16:19	Heries|Josh	[>Josh: Finish up with the anesthetic and move out of the way. "Alright Lokkie, you know what you're doing right? I don't know much about troll horns."]
16:25	bobbedNonsense	[Chuckle, tapping at your own ruined set of horns. "I think I have a little experrrience, dearrrr." You wander forwards, picking up the bone saw, and curling your claws around the handle slowly. Tap at one of Heries' horns, lightly testing how firmly the brace is holding her. "Did you have a... parrrrticularr design in mind, Herrrries?"]
16:27	Heries|Josh	[The brace is firm. Heries swallows hard. "N-not really. Just different."]
16:28	Rache	["Some degree of unrecognizable would be best, I think?"]
16:28	Rache	["Or hard to, at least."]
16:29	bobbedNonsense	["I believe I can do that," you growl, bending to eye the horns from the side, back to Rache and Josh. Your eye trails to Heries's face, and there's a flicker of glee, almost too fast to see. Then you straighten, and take a firm grasp of the nearest horn.]
16:31	Heries|Josh	[>Heries: Squeak and brace yourself. ]
16:32	bobbedNonsense	[You begin to saw, arm pumping back and forwards with swift, strong movements.]
16:34	Heries|Josh	[You cry out in pain, and would squirm if you knew you could. But you can't, so you try your damnedest to hold as still as possible. Fuck this /hurts/. ]
16:36	Rache	[Your fingernails dig into your palm, but you show no other outward reaction.]
16:40	bobbedNonsense	["The horrrrns will ache forrr a long time, Herrries," you rumble. You stop cutting, drag the saw out, careful not to tug her horns too much, pick another angle, and begin cutting in again. "Rrrepeated brrreakages- they will eventually dull the nerrrves, leaving the horrrns all but dead. But a single incident of horrrrn trrrauma- they will be fine, easily beforrre the end of the
16:40	bobbedNonsense	perrrigrrreee."]
16:42	Heries|Josh	[>Josh: Bite your lip and watch. Fuck this is awful. ]
16:43	Heries|Josh	[Heries: Focus on trying not to cry, instead of listening to what Lokkie has to say.]
16:47	bobbedNonsense	[You don't particularly care if she's listening or not. Great surprise as it may be, you like the sound of your own voice. "I brrroke my firrrst fighting a culling drrrrone. The rrrest- adult trrrrolls, hunting forrrr crrreaturrrres that werrre eating what they shouldn't." Chuckle. Begin sawing in a new spot, moving closer to her scalp.]
16:48	Heries|Josh	[Okay that's it. You start crying, purple tears slipping down your cheek.]
16:49	Heries|Josh	[>Josh: "Are you sure that was the right dosage of anesthetic? She looks like she's in a lot of pain."]
16:50	Rache	["Of course it wasn't. Don't let people who want to see someone suffer around the syringes."]
16:51	Heries|Josh	["What? Why didn't you say anything?"]
16:52	Rache	["Because I just now figured it out."]
16:53	bobbedNonsense	["It's no terrrrrible sufferrring." You continue sawing without pause. "Considerrr it a parrrt of herrr rrrrebirrrrth. Afterrr all- no death is trrruly painless, no matterrr how long it is drrrrrawn out."]
16:54	Rache	["You'd think that would be incentive to make it as painless as possible." You don't sound particularly accusatory. She does have a saw right there against Heries, and you and Heries do still need her help.]
16:56	bobbedNonsense	[Remove the saw. Reposition. Begin again. "Hurrrt a little now, so the univerrrse does not hurrrt you morrrre laterrrr." Your rumbling's gotten even thicker and heavier.]
16:59	Heries|Josh	[>Heries: Start crying out in Alternian. You may mention something about your lusus and threatening to tear her limbs off. You are /hurting/. You want it to /stop/. Right now you're practically blinded by tears and pain.]
17:01	Rache	["Stop trying to make it out like you're doing her a favor, no one's buying it."]
17:04		*** curls is now known as girlyGamer
17:06	bobbedNonsense	[Chuckle. "Verrry well then." You fall silent, as you remove the saw from her horn, brushing away the chip that falls loose. Then move on to the other horn. You purr as you work now, otherwise silent.]
17:06	Heries|Josh	[>Josh: "Well shit, do we apply apply more anesthetic to  her or something? She's screaming in a language I don't even understand."]
17:07	Rache	["Alternian. Excuse me if I don't translate."]
17:07	Heries|Josh	["That bad huh?"]
17:08	bobbedNonsense	["She has a charrrming vocabularrrry."]
17:09	Rache	["Mmhm. And if you want to get closer, be my guest. I have some anesthetic of my own, for purposes like this." There's a syringe in your hand, neatly labeled as a powerful analgesic.]
17:10	Heries|Josh	["I don't trust that she won't attack me if I get close, she looks like if you touch her she might get up and maul someone. If you think you can do it, go for it."]
17:10	Rache	["Good, that makes two of us." The syringe goes back into the sylladex]
17:11	Heries|Josh	["So we just wait it out? She's obviously in pain."]
17:12	bobbedNonsense	[Rumbling laughter. The saw cuts and drags away.]
17:12	Rache	["You got another option, feel free to tell me. I can't think of anything."]
17:14	Heries|Josh	[>Heries: Screech and dig your nails into the chair. There's a good chance you're going to tear chunks off of it soon. You at some point bit your tongue and blood is dripping out of your mouth. <HURRY UP HURRY UP!> You yelp, now resorting to begging for the pain to stop.]
17:17	bobbedNonsense	[The saw digs in, a final drag, and the last chip of bone falls loose. You draw the saw away, and set it down on the table, and admire your work.]
17:18	Rache	["Done?"]
17:19	bobbedNonsense	["I brrrrought sandpaperrrr." You smile at him. "It would look morrre...naturrral." The horns look pretty obviously cut and mutilated right now, after all.]
17:20	Heries|Josh	[You just whimper and sob a bit, you tore up a chunk of the chair and you drop it, wiping at the blood on the corner of your mouth. <"C-can you make it quick I can't handle much more.">]
17:21	Rache	["Mm. True." She has a point, as much as you hate to admit it]
17:22	bobbedNonsense	[<"Of courrrrrse, Herrrries,"> you growl. Uncaptchalog the sandpaper- rough sheets, to begin with, and get to work with small, swift movements.]
17:23	Heries|Josh	[There are a lot more tears.]
17:23	Heries|Josh	[Who would have thought you could cry this much?]
17:25	Heries|Josh	[>Josh: You can't watch anymore, you've turned to watch the wall instead.]
17:26	Rache	[You, on the other hand, can't look away]
17:31	bobbedNonsense	[With the harsh edges of the cuts worked down after a couple of minutes, you switch over to finer sandpaper, and begin polishing them further. They do indeed start looking more natural. A close inspection might note the sanding marks, but time and wear will likely smooth those away.]
17:34	Heries|Josh	[>Heries: You let out another whimpering sob and wait for her to finish sanding. You want this to be over so badly.]
17:35	bobbedNonsense	[You captchalog the sandpaper, and step away abruptly, heading straight for the sink. Your hands and front are all covered in horndust at this point. You turn the water on, and start washing your hands.]
17:37	Heries|Josh	[>Josh: "Are you done?"]
17:38	bobbedNonsense	["I believe so," you respond coolly, steam billowing from the water gushing from the tap.]
17:41	Heries|Josh	[>Heries: Be in pain still, but you've stopped cursing. Weakly scrabble at the brace in an attempt to get it off.
17:41	Heries|Josh	]
17:42	Rache	[You move quickly. You're at her side, taking off the brace, and a syringe is in your hands. "Painkiller?" you ask.]
17:43	Heries|Josh	[You just kind of flop over on him, attempting to avoid touching your horns on him. ".......yes please." You croak.]
17:44	bobbedNonsense	[You turn off the tap with a sharp jerk, and dry your hands, turning to watch the two of them as you do so.]
17:44	Rache	["Chin up." You raise her chin with your hand and push the needle into the artery in her neck, pushing down the plunger.]
17:48	Heries|Josh	[You try not to just go limp. You're mere moments within just passing out, you can feel the black creeping up on the edges of your vision. ".... thanks...."]
17:49	Rache	["Any time." You rub her back and wait for her to pass out
17:50	Heries|Josh	[It takes a minute or two for you to finally go limp, eyes closing as you slip into unconsciousness.]
17:53	bobbedNonsense	[Your hands dry, you drop the towel in the sink and head for the door without a word.]
17:59	Heries|Josh	[>Josh: "Do you need any help with her? I have got extra rooms if you don't wanna take her too far."]
18:00	Rache	["Yeah, that's probably for the best"]
18:03	Heries|Josh	[Nod. "Need any help picking her up, or do you got it?"]
18:03	Rache	[You snort, softly, and pick her up without any apparent strain. "I got it. Lead the way."]
18:05	Heries|Josh	[You lead him out of the room]
18:05	Heries|Josh	[Scene]