Kilanjo Autopsy

Before the doctor, a large operating table. The wolf from the other day had its limbs severed and already removed head placed away. The body could barely fit the table, but it managed. Scalpel, lasers made out of pure energy mana, enhanced protective gear, all that junk was gathered to proceed to this perilous autopsy. With Charlie, Alia would assist. While she didn't have much expertise in the domain, she had strength and 'bigger' tools for the more complicated bits.

"How you feel? Y'know, since that thing broke free."

She inquired, as the scalpel was already severing flesh in a straight line. The whole room was clean, restored in barely two weeks after the rampage. With the influence they had, it was easy to get a group of handymen to perform quality work in record times.

The abdomen was engaged first, as it seemed the torso seemed to have a form of ribcage formed despite its viscus attribute. Apart from what seemed to be slimey skin, the layers under there were not very recognizable. There'd be some sort of weak exoskeleton, what seemed to be deformed muscles, another layer of slimey matter.

It'd be a little until they'd reach the organs. By then, multiple clamps had been employed to keep the flesh stretched and opened.

"Fucking ... Got anything big to keep this open even wider? I fear if this ever falls on my head .."
(Charlie Avaline)
She'd brought it down, knew where it was, and had left it there in a bit of a huff. Somebody else protecting her. Some part of her dearly appreciated her sister for it, and some part was furious. Furious that she needed that protecting, furious that somebody was hurt and the fault was hers to bare. Left out of most things significant, and when they were forced into hers, she was the fualt of somebody else's pain.

Safe to say, the gloom hung heavily over her for the space between that day and this one. But she's shrugging it off, now, losing herself in the modicum of effort in basic Viridian duties that took her minutes to do and all that, the general crap. Has her forced out of rigid minor emotional distress, alongwith a forced effort on her own part, and she deigns herself in good enough spirits to show her face, and quickly tangle herself up in some mess.

Thus, here she was. Yep.

"Feeling fine." She hums, glancing the thing twice over and with a little disapproving twist of the lips as Charlie tears into it. Gross.

"Uh. Well, I could shift, hold it with my claws? Think that'd work? And I doubt it'd cause any damage to me like that, honestly." Just a theory. She's her strongest as a dragon, by and far. And the size would make her able to stand out of the way and still hold this carcass open as she looms over.
(Alia Uniana)
"You COULD. Or, you could pass me one of those crazy, big tools you use for forging big shit."

She replied, eyes diving back into the guts she had to examine. Gloved hands started to fondle with the innards, trying to make sense of all the shapes and textures from within. Not the smartest thing, given the power of the plague, but considering there was a strong sealing rune on the table and the gloves were reinforced, there were good security measures.

A biggest tool now, a larger pair of tweezers would come and start to plop out various pieces of organs out of the created orifice. It was difficult, of course, but the rubbery flesh was rather easy to tug onto while avoiding any shredding. Slowly, the doctor managed to extract what seemed to be a hexagonal, yellow organ. I resembled a much bigger liver.

"I have no idea what the fuck this is ... But I felt it throbbing a little."

The smell was bad too, as would any plague flesh. Rotten, like that of a dead body, except it'd be one that had been bloated and under the sun for three days. The ogran was placed onto one of the many boxes shrouded with markings under the operating table. Locked inside, it would be examined more thoroughly later.

"... Don't feel guilty about Ella, if you do. It wasn't your fault."
(Charlie Avaline)
BORING! But, yeah. She can do that, then, sure. There's gotta be tongs of a size to handle ridiculously massive chunks of metal, for whenever she would inevitably be making greatswords for people to compensate with and cut things in half with, etc etc.

It's brought over after a short little jog to and fro, and carefully maneuvered with her help to pry it open. Alia holds the flesh of the creature wide with this tool, and allows her mother's fine touch and superior knowledge to take the forefront again. Suppose it's the best she can offer, right?

But she just shakes her head, at that little offering.

"It's, just. Annoying. I didn't ask her, didn't want her to do anything like that. First time in years I tangle myself up in anything remotely dangerous, and I have family bail me out of the decisions I make."

The hiss of her words leaves no doubt about how genuine she's being. Yes, she was feeling guilty. Terribly fucking so. Ella's goddamn leg was ripped to shreds, and because everyone around her feels the need to coddle her like a fucking infant. Sure is a proper way to raise somebody who's supposed to carry themselves proudly and with a heavy ambition that could shape the rest of the world, right?! Baby them and make them feel like they're not capable of living with their mistakes and growing stronger from them.

Sometimes, she thinks about being just a smith, and living a quiet life away from all this idealism she's built up. It's really, really frustrating.
(Alia Uniana)
"Well."

Next were a set of intenstins. Or at least what were originally said guts. The reality of it as that they were particularly easy to extract. The reason being that they weren't connected to anything in the body at all, just hanging there, mostly sagging onto the layers of flesh that carried the organs.

"She protected you. That's what family does. Even if you don't want them to."

Her voice echoed out of the monstrosity's insides as she kept her dead deep in there to have a good look. Most of it was harmless at this point, as most of it was dead and NOT grafted to her body. There were more organs, but the doctor was more interested in discovering what had changed in Kilanjo, other than his shape and size of course.

Moving on, Charlie equipped herself with a pair of giant plier and immediately proceeded to cut through the deformed ribcage. There was more to explore, and she would not hold back with ever snap she'd impose onto the plague charged bones of the carcass.

"Add a couple on the chest area too."

She gestured for Alia to keep the torso opened. Charlie was now going to dive into the chest of the being, and explore where the most vital of organs were to be found.
(Charlie Avaline)
Yeah. Easy to say when you're given the opportunity to actually do things with your family regularly, when you're not excluded from half the dangers that the people around you face for the chance of glory and regard and fun and excitement and untold rewards.

Only thing unique she works with are things given to her, things that she makes greater for nothing but from the kindness of her heart. The sound of the beast's body crackling as she spliuts the body open wider. Frustration catches her. She breathes herself calm, and sighs shakily.

"...  Yeah, I know. I'm just sick of it being me. The fuck is the point of all this idealism I've got-- how am I supposed to be anything but a burden when everyone around me is infinitely more impactful than I am?"

"It's a pain. I need to stop caring so much." She mumbles that last bit, the edge of her voice giving away to a bit of melancholy acceptance. Care less, yeah. Life happens, and it'll move on no matter how she feels. Can't keep getting hung up in everything, or she's going to actually succumb to violent impulses and tear half the house apart before mome beats the hell out of her. She wasn't terribly far from that point, on occasion these last few days without Ophrem around.

... It was going to be a good time when she came home, whew.
(Alia Uniana)
"Then do your own, perilous thing. Like Phee."

A very simple suggestion was thrown back her way. Charlie didn't have any of them chained, and only if the project regarded her was her word law. The doctor didn't seem to bothered by the concerns brought forth by Alia, as they seemed rather normal for a budding warrior. She'll get her time, and if not, at least she'd be safe at home.

"This was my burden anyway. It shouldn't have involved any of you in the first place."

She added, tools clinking and clanking as she'd stuff the beast with them. It was certainly a mess over there. The lungs were absent, replaced by multiple, unrecognizable organs. It did 'breathe', but lacked the need for oxygen from what she could gather. Or maybe the lungs worked entirely differently but with the same principle. Hard to tell.

The heart, however, was easily recognized. It had mutated, yes, but still had its distinct shape and was deeply connected to some sort of veinal circuitry. It also seemed to have had trouble healing from the blows done by the opposing parties. With little effort, the organ would be severed, only to start beating once in her hands. It was weak, but still loud.

"Huh ... This shit certainly is peculiar, ain't it?"
(Charlie Avaline)
Yaaaaaaaargh!
"Already joined the Viridian, mom." She chirps in a quick little response, leaving that one to sit and be what it was.

The notion that she shouldn't have helped, if anything, is kind of an insult. Not only be disincluded or left unaware of cool events, but actively remove herself from a situation that might be worthwhile to showcase herself in? She already didn't fucking sign up for the life-threatening scenario that she willfully let her lover and her sister walk into. That alone kept her up for most of the nights she'd slept alone, now.

She wants to do something great. But if this continues to spiral in the same trend,  she was going to do something suicidal for the sake of escaping the painful trend. There goes her heart, racing again and having her quietly speed up her breath to try and calm herself down. Feel less, Alia. It's. It's not worth it, and there's nothing that can be done but to look ahead.

Charlie points something out after quite a time of digging around, and Alia peeks over to see the heart cut out and held in her hands. Gross. But, definitely weird.

"It... uh. Is it responding to magic, or something?" Yeah. That shouldn't really. Be possible, as far as she knows.
(Alia Uniana)
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"Yeah, I know. Grandpa told me. Congrats! Now you're the guardian dragon of Nostvale."

She chuckled, heart of the beast held between her palms as she'd carefuly place it in a particularly large runic box. Further inspection wouldn't reveal much of anything. A mess of organs, no clear pattern to discern, but the body was to be preserved for further analysis. From what the doctor could tell, it'd serve as an interesting reference if she were to have a new test subject.

"I'm not sure. Maybe. It's honestly something I know little about, and I doubt many people have extensive knowledge of this plague mana."

She'd squint at the opened up carcass, now proceeding to actually closing it up without stitches before slowly covering it with a plastic tarp. Once set, a rune set upon it would constrict the body and keep it sealed withing.

"Gonna have to move this shit eventually. Eh, feeling kinda lazy, aren't you?"

The woman yawned, feeling as though she had done her job for the day ...
(Charlie Avaline)