Mana Circuit Expert 5

[20:02] Arlei looked towards Jessi and the others and pulled out a box of disposable gloves, placing them upon the edge of the bed. The drakanite pulled a pair out and snapped them over her hands, preparing herself for the incoming invasive surgery.

This was going to be the hardest operation she'd ever done. Even worse than implanting that shard into a still-conscious Elyon recently.

"Alright. Scalpel, retractors, hemostats, smaller clamps for the arteries, lax, general anaesthetic and disinfectant." she listed off, floating into the back to prepare the tools and materials upon a tray.

A tray that she placed onto the sideboard of the bed as she lowered herself to the ground; even the slight amount of concentration needed to maintain her flight couldn't be wasted here. This was more than even open heart surgery. This was a flat out transplant.

"I'll be numbing a spot on your arm so you won't feel the needle that puts you to sleep. When you wake up, you'll be running entirely from the new heart." the mother explained, reaching into her medical bag to pull out a small marker.

The cold tip pressed against the Naguals skin, carefully marking an incision site.

"I'm going to use a scalpel to cut through the skin and flesh, then use my wind magic to 'saw' the sternum open, revealing the heart. Tahldrig will control the bleeding to come, and Ascalon will keep the blood flowing around the rest of your body with his mana. Its not all too difficult, it'll just be manually creating a flow at a few points within your body to keep the momentum going. You're going to wake up fine, alright?" she explained, removing the lax essence. She rubbed a small amount on her left arm, leaving it for a few moments until it numbed up.

After Jessis response, Arlei did exactly as she said she would. The prepackaged syringe of anaesthetic was picked up by Arlei, removed from its packaging and prepared properly, pressing in the plunger until a slight dribble of liquid came from the tip. All the air was gone now, it was safe for insertion. After flicking the base of the syringe with her nail to clean off the droplet, the surgeon carefully inserted it into the numbed spot on her arm and pressed it inwards, injecting the anaesthetic into the aged naguals body. She'd be out like a light within minutes, hopefully.

(Arlei Zanders)
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[20:06] At the instructions to stem the bleeding Tahldrig nodded her head. She's got a few ways to stop bleeding, namely by pressing gravity itself against the openings in very tiny yet controlled points. A cork so to speak. She knows this surgery is going to be quite dangerous for the Nagual and it's her aim to do everything she can to keep the woman alive.

"I'm ready when you guys are. We'll see you soon Jessika." she says with a smile as holy magic begins to come from her palms to cleanse her hands.

She's glad that she doesn't have to do this alone as this is a new style of procedure for her, replacing a functional organ with something different, she's not entirely sure of what the outcome will be.
(Tahldrig)
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[20:07] She had her entire lung replaced while conscious, and that was before she could no longer feel pain. Though this was different, this was her heart after all.

Instead she speaks a soft smile on her face, she didn't seem concerned. She had accepted long ago she would not die until it was meant to happen, and now she knew when that time was.

She would not perish before then.

"Alright.. Just don't kill me hm..? I have a lot to do tomorrow."

A joke..

Then she wouldn't feel the needle, to small of a thing to notice for her... but then her eyes grew heavy.
(Jessika Ann)
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[20:11] Could he do this surgery? It wasn't something the Oscuri had much experience with. They'd have to give it their best shot. Otherwise what good was years of practice, years of memorizing the various nodes that made up one's mana-network.

Keep the blood pumping? How could he do that he wasn't exactly sure... Though, perhaps if he'd utilize small focused bursts of spiritual energy it'd keep the organ pumping even if it'd wish to stop. Dulled eyes, weary and blackened from aimless malaise shifted to look upon the rapidly fading Jessika.

"If you die, tell Lirien I said hello. No doubt you'll find her as her flesh is a part of you."

There was a scowl that settled upon the broken man's features as he spoke. It was clear that the Zanders probably wouldn't care if the old warden lived past this operation or not.
(Ascalon Zanders)
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[20:23] Arlei couldn't help but blink at Ascalons statement. She'd entirely forgotten that Jessika had once devoured one of Liriens legs. No, she shouldn't be thinking of that right now; the thought irritated her to no end.

No, what surprised her mostly was that Jessi had cracked a joke. It seemed like they had something in common. They both used comedy to lighten up a potentially devastating situation.

"Alright. Lets get to work." the woman stated, pulling a scalpel from the table. Her flame magic sparked up, washing over the surgical instrument to sterilize it. A few moments later, the heat drained from the tool as she pressed it against the back of her hand. It hurt a tad, but it was better than waiting five minutes.

Carefully, the Drakanite leaned over the Ex-Ultovex and pressed the scalpel against the skin. The thin blade cut through immediately, her skin depressing with the slight amountof pressure placed upon it as she pulled it down, following the markings she'd made earlier. Bit by bit, the skin and flesh parted, muscle tissues splitting apart as the surgical instrument cut cleanly through, giving her a direct path to the sternum.

"Tahldrig, stop the bleeds. Hemostats or magic, its up to you." she nodded, pulling out her marker once more.
(Arlei Zanders)
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[20:28] As the work began Tahldrig once again nods, she looks a bit tired, or maybe just out of it due to things going on in her mind, but still she's going to put her best effort forth here, especially for someone she considered to be a friend.

As the blade began to cut through, there's a violet tinge to Tahldrigs eyes, small specks briefly appearing within emerald orbs. The air seems to his for a brief moment before a slight humming is heard. Where bleeding began it would slowly stop as tiny portions of gravity pressed against the vessels. Tahldrig is a practice of magical means to surgery, less so the physical means.

One hand goes to rest upon Jessika's shoulder as a faint trace of holy magic begins to wash over the area, simple sterilization during the surgery. She's not the main hand in this surgery, so she doesn't bother talking. It's easier to concentrate when you don't have to speak.
(Tahldrig)
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[20:47] Whilst Tahldrig was a practitioner of magical surgeries, Arlei preferred to go the old fashioned way, like Loretta had taught her back in Dawn all of those years ago. Magic wouldn't always be readily available. The flow of it could be interrupted by a variety of things, such as what had happened to Ascalon. It was better to do it the old fashioned way.

However, in this situation, it was overall better to perform it a little like Tahldrig. At the tip of her finger, rapid gusts of wind formed, twisting and tearing through the air around it. A high pitched whirring came from it, almost like a saw. Exactly like a saw.

Pressing her finger against the Naguals sternum, Arlei began to slowly but surely carve through the bone, collecting what chips she could with her other finger, in which another gust of wind span, acting like a vacuum to draw the pieces up to orbit.

It took fifteen minutes, but Arlei got a clean cut through the bone, popping the ribs free. With this, the Drakanite could get a much easier grip on that heart.

"Ascalon, prepare yourself. The heart will be removed, but your mana is to keep the blood flowing. Think of it like a fan moving wind. Just place a few little 'gates' around her body and use that to control the flow. She's not going to have a heart to beat in a moment, so I'd suggest setting them now." Arlei instructed, peering down at the beating organ.

Arlei had never actually looked too much at a beating heart before. It was impressive. A large muscle with so, so much going on inside of it. Valves, arteries, tiny flecks of sinew that kept it pumping, providing pressure to the lifegiving ichor that flowed around Jessikas body. It was beautiful, really. Intelligent design at its finest. Regardless, it had to go. Arleis scalpel came back up, readying itself to begin the hardest part of the surgery.

The extraction.
(Arlei Zanders)
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[21:00] Little gates? Oh Azrael Arlei had no clue how his magical theory with mana-circuits worked did she? He'd begin to open his mouth, a hand almost shooting out to catch that scalpel. It was to dangerous, to untested, to risky.

Then dulled eyes of jade looked at the Nagual. There was a soft click almost in his mind. Who cared? It'd just be another death among many. This was what they'd asked for, might as well learn from it himself and test out something.

Little gates? Hmm, it was possible maybe if he'd just fuse the nodes to little tethers of spiritual energies. Sort of like, using the spirit-realms natural essence as being without life to fuel the blood that was dying. Re-invigorating it, keeping it going.

Could he do that? There was only one way to find out. The Oscuri would bring a hand up, their mana flickering before their eyes. Blue alighting the dull jade hues. With a swift motion the man would begin to go to work upon the mana-nodes that where clustered around the naguals heart.

Each one was clamped shut, hard as he worked. Yet, slowly he'd realized this wasn't going to work alone. Though he could shut the nodes in the heart the blood wouldn't keep going. How to fix that, the Oscuri swiftl conjured a constricting source of mana.

The object encapsulated the heart. Almost like a scan, copying it's source as he attempted to mimic nature's construction. Sweat trickled down his brow as he'd force the mana to take shape. As he did so the heart under it would slowly begin tearing away from the vital arteries which where connected to it.

"Take the flesh Arlei, now... Move quick I can only keep a construct this complex going for so long."

Even as they spoke the Oscuri was already struggling. If they'd had their Reika it would have been so much easier. Yet, with the construct working as a pseudo-hear they knew that the Nagual had a better chance of living.

That is if he could keep the separate chambers of his soul heart pumping and the spiritual mana flowing through it to the rest of the body. Could he maintain such a thing? As weak and worn down as he was?

(Ascalon Zanders)
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[21:37] Arlei watched as Ascalon began his work, clamping down upon the heart and doing what he could to keep the blood flowing. She was worried about him; he was using pure mana now, not rieka. She didn't anticipate him to have all that much control over it yet. It was new. It would be difficult, like a muscle that had never truly been stretched. This was a difficult first trial she'd placed upon his shoulders, but he was pushing on through. Because that was how Ascalon did things. Never letting things stop him from doing what he had to do. It was admirable.

Whipping out her scalpel as her husband spoke, she began to work quickly, yet carefully. The flesh around the heart was cut out, hacking around the aorta, the pulmonary veins, the atriums, the vena cava and the endocardiums to release the heart from its bindings. Then, after giving Tahldrig a light nudge with her foot, she began to slice the organ out.

The two vena cavas came first, disconnecting from the body. The pulmonary veins, then the pulmonary arteries. The slices were precise and practiced, freeing the heart with little issue. Arlei had to move quickly, though. Ascalon couldn't maintain this for long.

Placing her scalpel in the groove next to her thumb, the Drakan grasped the still beating heart and carefully removed the still beating organ from the Nagual, watching as slowly but surely, it stopped beating. It was almost like watching a life fade before her eyes.

No, snap out of it. Death wasn't beautiful. It was horrifying and a waste. Whilst they got to live in the spirit realm for eternity, their time in the materium was often cut short. She couldn't waste a second.

Reaching back to the tray, she placed the heart upon it and pulled out the Elemental Heart, feeling its power pulse through her hand. She didn't have another moment to enjoy it, though. She slipped it beneath the ribs of the Nagual and reached into her bag, removing ahalf-used kit.

Just as she did with Elyon in her last surgery, her hands wrapped around the lid of a small vial, twisting it off. Carefully, she poured it in a criss-cross fashion across her flesh, watching as it solidified into bars. Now, it was fully sealed into her. It just had to be connected.

"Tahldrig, give me a hand. I'll connect the right side of the heart, you do the left. The faster we are, the better." Arlei ordered, beginning her work.

Slowly, her energies reached outwards, scanning through the Naguals body, mapping out her circuits. She'd become a bit of an expert on that in recent years, though. It didn't take long for her 'pings' to return to the source, giving her a clear mental vision of her. . frankly bizarre circuits. Remnants of divine mana rested in them, causing them to almost glow vibrantly. It was interesting to Arlei. Not quite as interesting as touching acertain old womans soul after death magic had cracked the divine barrier, but interesting nonetheless.

Her mana acted almost like a herding dog, nudging and coaxing her circuits out of their natural position, like frayed wires that needed a new link. It took her a good ten minutes, but eventually the tips of those circuits would tickle at the new heart. The heart that would respond in turn, reaching out to try and make a connection with its 'master' after having been removed in the first place. Almost self-repairing.

A shock of energy would run through the unconscious nagual, possibly even waking her up. The power of the Elemental Ascendant, Vronos, began to pump its way into her circuits, overwhelming her natural, human mana with something. .

Different.

Hopefully, Tahldrig would have replaced the other side in about the same amount of time as Arlei had. If she didn't. .

It could be troublesome.
(Arlei Zanders)
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[21:47] As she was called out Tahldrig reached her nimble fingers over and began to aid in the work. She begins to reattach the left side of the heart, swiftly letting her holy magic wrap around the large veins to begin the regrowth of them.

Unlike Arlei, Tahldrig doesn't use raw energies to reach out, she uses something a bit more complex. A beam of raw starlight enters the room from a nearby window and begins to cascade over Tahldrig, each finger that touched the veins and the heart would begin to sent trace amounts of cosmic energy into the nagual, feeding into the circuitry on the left side and allowing it to aid in their connection.

She works with the masterful speed of any experienced surgeon, having been one for eleven years and practicing her much needed trade each day. No doubt, she completed her work at the same time Arlei had done. Beads of sweat gently roll down the cheeks of the holy magus as she worked, mostly from concentrating on the task at hand.
(Tahldrig)
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[21:57] The concentration and the possible ramifications of the surgery failing had the Drakanite sweating too. Not something she'd ever done during a surgery, not even Elyons, and she'd sliced him open without anaesthetic and jammed an unknown object into his chest cavity.

With the entity now thoroughly locked within her chest and circuits, she gave Ascalon a little nudge with her foot. With his current situation, he'd be the person to ask about if her blood was flowing without his assistance.

"Ascalon, is that heart beating?" she asked, keeping a close eye upon the glowing object.
(Arlei Zanders)
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[22:07] Sweat bore down on the man's brow, they'd been struggling throughout the operation. Each moment an eternity of struggle, each moment bringing more strain upon his weak-pathetic excuses of mana-circuits.

The artificial heart, forged of his own soul and the power of the spirit-realm. Kept pumping even as the new heart was being implanted. It seems that the flesh had been shifted, tethered to this monstrous device which shouldn't allow anything but death.

With a grunt the Oscuri would go about shifting the mana-nodes into place around the heart. Binding them to the elemental beacon that was being implanted. Could the think actually provide blood to the body?

He didn't know, however, with his diligence he knew the mana-network would be repaired. He'd spent a life-time perfecting his knowledge of it after all.

"Let's find out." With that his own artificial spirit construct vanished! Leaving nothing but the elemental heart to pump.
(Ascalon Zanders)
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[22:15] She'd carried the thing for over two decades, the smith and scribe had studied it.. how had it sustained Vronos..? Even as an Elemental Ascendant he had been human once.

The answer was simple, it didn't pump the blood in the conventional sense. Anywhere her blood would pump through the crystalline organ it would channel through small 'veins' within.

Raw holy magic born of Vronos' power cleansed her blood, empowered it, even in her unconscious state she could feel it surge through her body. The few pains of her age and injuries she could feel would fade, nullified by the nature of the magic.

She would no longer bear a 'heartbeat', it was impossible for the stone to do such. Though her open chest cavity would show her blood running through its surface..

She was beginning to stir, the anesthesia being healed from her system.
(Jessika Ann)
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[22:18] Ascalon would already start the motion's that'd be needed to close the chest cavity and re-stitch it. Waking up to an open cavity wouldn't do the Nagual any good. As they started they'd look to Arlei.

"Use your fire magic and melt the bone back together?"

It was a suggestion that he didn't know could work. But by then he'd already conjured bands of energy to hold the rib-cage together.
(Ascalon Zanders)
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[22:33] Arlei turned her head towards Ascalon, shaking it.

"No. Gonna have to pin it together." she stated, reaching into her pouch to pull out a set of long pins in a baggie. They were used for setting bones and holding them in place.

Luckily, her partner had read her mind. His energy constrictions were holding the bone together, making her job a lot easier. Remembering what she'd read and practiced, she send waves of wind through the unprotected bone, six in total. Each one had had been cut to follow the pins measurements perfectly.

The pins slipped in, a little heat expanding them to fit well within the carefully cut holes. Jessis natural body heat should keep those large enough to hold whilst her sternum stitched itself back together; she was a magi, it wouldn't take long.

Unfortunately, Arlei noticed Jessi beginning to stir. That was going to cause problems if she didn't act quicklyenough. Arlei didn't know that Jessi had gone through this kind of stuff without anaesthetic before. She was already scarred, another couldn't hurt right?

Removing the hemostats, the Drakanite pinched the skin together and ignited a blue flame at the tip of her finger, condensed for precision. With her left hand holding it together, her right hand moved slowly down the incision, cauterizing the injury to melt it together. She didn't know if she'd have time for stitching. If Jessi was still open on the table, she might undo the pins. If Arlei was in the middle of stitching, she might both undo the pins AND ruin whatever stitches she'd put in.

No. It was done. Finally. Arlei, Ascalon and Tahldrig had successfully replaced an actual heart, whilst keeping the patient alive. It was a Krausmas miracle, in all honesty. The mother could add that to her list of medical accomplishments, it seemed!

"C'mon, Jessi. Wake up." she muttered, praying that the Nagual returned to consciousness instead of falling into a coma.
(Arlei Zanders)
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[22:35] Ascalon Azraluckha is my holiday of choice.
(Ascalon Zanders)
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[22:40] She would probably start to hurt a lot as it wore off, but thanks to her pain tolerance and the wild amount of holy magic flowing through her she wouldn't feel near as much as she should anyway.

As her chest was pinned together the ironic thought crossing her mind that it really didn't matter as long as she wouldn't just fall apart crosses her mind.

Then finally as quick as it all had begun was earlier.. and there would still be a few minutes. She idly shifted, as if lingering between being awake and being asleep.

Then finally those mechanical eyes stir as she locks them onto those who had operated on her... she was alive.. but had it worked..?

Then she realized her enhanced sense no longer heard her own heartbeat.. yet obvious signs showed her blood was still pumping..

"Not dead yet..."

She would stubbornly try to rise.
(Jessika Ann)
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[22:47] Ascalon was really to tired to stop her from getting up even if it was a bad idea. The Oscuri would walk over and take a seat on the bed.
(Ascalon Zanders)