Hector Vernon: Live Anatomy Experimentation

Hums of approval murmured off of the Employee, nonchalantly scribbling away at the fields provided on his paper, eyes averted from her gaze to completely focus on his inscriptions.
"Sana... Ninetails-Aldren..." He mumbled, skidding his pen across the paper with few glimpses over to his face for reassurance, speaking every name, number, and matter of context with query implied expression for appropriate feedback until the forms were completed.

"Alright. Though it is unlikely Hector has taken his research into the field of age reversal, damaged physicality is a field we intend to excel at." He replied, "Thank you for your participation; Your voluntary involvement will lead to the betterment of your own, and many more lives ahead." He assured, with a proud nod of the head.

As though means of a reward, he offered her the glass of water stationed nearby, slowly tilting it to her lips should she make the request evidently through blatant speech on the matter or a simple nod-shake of the head. Few seconds in, he'd pull the cup away to replace it upon the table nearby...

"Hector will be with us, shortly." He informed, taking his place by the table nearby to spread the papers without obstructing the utilization of the tools on the otherside.
(Tuboxen Employee)
As though queued in, Hector arrived swiftly after such statement, past doors, devoid of the noxious scent that clung to his apparel prior.
"Alright.." He stretched out, pacing around the operation table she was secured to, examining her form, and stopping by the other table to examine his tools:
The scalpel and scissors at his disposal proved to be the most notable by default, the rest tucked away under a folded sheet of parchment from Sana's view.

"I'm going to take a look at the muscle tissue directly, and for that I'm going to have to open the arm stub." He motioned towards the Employee, an assistant for the operation, to atone for his lack of a right arm.
He picked up a bottle containing granulated material, a verdant substance, ground up into a nigh powder, evidently dried to prevent it from being reduced into a grassy mush; The container was handed off to the assistant, whom promptly opened the container, allowing Hector to reach instead for a handful.

"To reduce any potential chance of you feeling anything, I'm going to give you a dosage of Soothe Reed." He articulated, "A powdered form of it, fed to your system through my casting." He informed as he underwent live demonstration. The handful of powdered Soothe was hovered over Sana, clenched tightly within his grasp, and illuminated with the conjured essence of his mana, fed through the dust to bless it with enhanced qualities, and transmute it into a nigh gaseous state as he lowered it down for he face, cuffing it over the oral and nasal regions to forcefully inject it into the system. To some, this could have been perceived as an aggressive lunge, but it was only intended to drug the Ookami before the operation could begin-- Reasoning as to why his act was so sudden, betrayed any explanation he could muster in the form of words.

"There.." He uttered with confidence behind his gas mask, immune to the substance he was casting into the air, intensified through his naturamancy. The sight of the faint jade cloud expanding throughout the room shied the assistant to some extent, though with the passing seconds, with fog would dissipate.
"You may feel a drowsy sensation... This is natural." He mentioned, turning his attention for the fellow Employee, only arm reaching out for him in expectation; To answer his silent request, the Employee took his attention to the tray nearby, returning a scalpel to the magi surgeon, initiating the rushed procedure.
(Hector Vernon)
Looking to the man as he mentiioned the Soothe Reed, her eyes would open wide. She knew that it was an illegal substance and yet these people have permission to use such a thing. Before she could even argue with him about using it, she had breathed it in and was feeling its effects right away. She was feeling rather drowsy and was doing her best to make sure that she didn't fall asleep. She is still a strong independant woman that will not give up easily. She tohught that taking a piece of her skin was a little bizarre, but this was a art of the procedure.

She would lay on the table still conscious and unable to move right now as she is still strapped to the table. She wanted to ask questions, but that would use up energy that she doesn't have and can't waste. She would focus on keeping herself conscious and slowed her breathing slightly. She clearly has control over that part of her body and is willing to make sure that she stays that way.
(Sana Aldren-Ninetails)
Though stuck to the utilization of only a single arm, he swiftly took up the slicing process, working as straight and direct as possible, having practiced on a patient prior. The meat on the end of the stub peeled off, revealing where the excess skin was folded to hide the removed elbow. Where the actual arm was ripped off, all that remained was the emptied of the actual joint, slightly collapsed due to extended absence.
A hum of wonder escaped one's person, passing around the operation table Sana rested upon to place the bloodied scalpel into a jar of water for sanitation purposes.

"Ripped from the arm?" He queried, "So, the bone must have been simply pulled out completely, leaving the skin and muscle tissues damaged." He commented, "Though, I lack anything to serve as replacement for the bone as of yet, I suppose I can see what I can do with the damaged tissue as of yet.. Please be patient, this is rather new, and as a volunteer, you shall be the first experiment of the artistry."
He mentioned placing his left hand upon the exposed stub, seeping its sanguine substance upon the table. "Worry not about blood loss, I will bring halt to the site." He spoke so solemnly, devoid of anything but a strictly calm demeanor. The blood, as aforementioned, stopped fleeing from the exposed stub, targeted by the sanguinamancer's practice in flux.
"And now..." He continued, "I will bring growth to repair the damaged tissue."
This statement was bold for his capability, for he had never manifested, fabricated or enticed the accelerated growth of any organic material through his mana before, though, he was more than willing to try.

What stuck to mind was the tome he took study to years ago, having honed his practice by the book, constantly envisioning its context and refining his casting through reiterations of it-- "Nature is Life." He thought to himself in recollection.
"Blood is life force." He presumed, envisioning it as the common personage's vitality.
"Water is soothing, healing... A portion of what makes Blood, though leaves one differentiated from one another." He proceeded. "The combination can bring forth the manipulation of the living, should it manipulate plant, crop and blood, perhaps it can control the body and its life force more directly." He hypothesized.

A distinct sapphire glow emanated betwixt the clutch of his fingers, holding tightly to the opened stub, eyes geared only to the site to evidence of success.
The blood at the site refused to scab, constantly bent at the magi's will, pulled out of the appendage, only to pulsate back in through the folds of the flesh.
Her body was evidently not a plant, and thus did not grow nor contort to his volition with any remote ease, though Blood Manipulation -did- bring forth painful swelling. The pain seemed to bypass the nullifying effect of Soothe Reed, but did not deter the surgeon from continuation regardless of backlash.

"Please, resist the urge to move. It will only make the pain worse.." He stated, evidently growing taxed of the efforts mised into the works, as beads of sweat budded upon his forehead behind his gas-mask, mist clouded at the eye sockets, and breathing took frequent increments in volume.
(Hector Vernon)
Still under the effects of the Soothing Reed, she hadn't moved a bit since the operation started. She didn't even notice that she was cut open until things started to get a little painful. Her face winced a little, but she wouldnt move an inch as she is used to such pain. She was reall hoping that he didn't have holy magic right now as that would make her move having dark magic in her.
(Sana Aldren-Ninetails)
The natural healing methods of aquamancers had transcended into a sanguinized procedure, soothing one with medical grade healing magic with the utilization of their own blood, from within their own bloodstream. With one's focus still intent and locked upon the unveiled flesh and bone, channeling his own mana into her foreign vessel and treating it as though a mass of plant matter, he attempted to enact his will over it, feeding it with mana as supplement and speeding up the growth process.

Akin to a serum, proliferation emerged, though through a dull pain that irked onward as the procedure carried onward. The end result? Skin, seemingly generated in a sleek fashion to replicate the rest of the arm prior, muscular tissue swelled, bulging about to imitate what was lost, and finally bone protruded from the emptied joint, manifesting where it was once lost. With Hector's aid, the body began to generate-- Essentially, regenerating, but it was a slow process far from perfected, and incredibly exhausting upon his person.

With reserves running nigh empty, he was forced to succumb to rest, ceasing the operation altogether, and stumbling away from her side for a chair in the corner of the room. His assistant rushed to him, assuring that he made it safely to the seat to the best of his ability prior to rushing a caste upon the arm; Had attention been placed upon the operation's results prior to being covered, the growth initiated was enacted for a solid few inches into the arm, still new, it harbored a sleek, wet exterior, with excess blood soaking at its opening.

Hector's panting person was forced to unveil himself from the plague-class gas mask, allowing him to breathe far easier without baking his face. "The process wasn't a complete success.." He admitted, though he was sure Sana grew knowledgeable of that."But... It wasn't a failure either. Progress... Progress is key..." He leaned forth in his chair, hunkered over to stare into the ground.

The assistant in the room took the initiative to unlatch Sana from the Operation table to allow her freedom to venture at her own will.
"Perhaps, we shall have another session later on, after I take notes of this phenomenon... If you see any reversal in growth at all, be sure to acknowledge me about it. Understood?"
(Hector Vernon)