towerofanimus | Sardines in a Can

Characters: Sasori and YOU
Setting: The Morgue and 4-06
Format: I'll match you
Summary: No, it isn't your imagination. The morgue probably is missing a few bodies, or the bodies are missing a few parts. And room 4-06 may have just gained a few roommates... Or at least, parts of them.
Warnings: Dismembered bodies and medical jargon >.>

The Morgue
Ever since taking up 'work' at the Morgue, Sasori seemed to be spending more time and all of overtime there. Not that there are any economical perks to look forward to, but, there were other perks; other more disturbing 'perks' about working at the morgue...

As it was, the puppet Master, being rather on the short side, had felt it necessary to climb up onto one of the higher selves to get at a body that was seemingly stuck. He had taken taken every precaution to not let the door close in on him, but had somehow ended up locking himself inside with a cold, cold body right next to him.

"...How inconvenient." All he had with him was his scalpel.

Working his way in the dark, he tries using the scalpel as a makeshift screwdriver to try and get himself out, the scratch scratch of metal against metal distinct in the silence of the cold mortuary...

Room 4-06
There's a funky smell in room 4-06, and if you looked closely, a few extra fingers and toes. Sasori is sat on the floor by his bed, poring over a dismembered arm, carefully prying it open with forceps and a scalpel. There are a few bottles of weird smelling preservatives close by, and while the puppet master carefully dissects the limb, he makes notes: detailed diagrams of the human body with modifications everywhere...Wait, was that a spare leg in the corner by Sasori's bed, casually propped up against the wall...?

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The forced introspection was enough to keep Sou from lashing out. He was a tool whether he liked it or not. Weren't they all? Even the so-called heroes, they were tools too. Everyone was used by someone at some point. Children were used by their parents to gain social acceptance, children used their parents for gain and title, it was a cycle.

It took Sou several minutes of morphed expressions and blank stares. "My purpose...is to live." Even though for now he had no direction, at the very least he can find it at some point.

That was the very reason he was trying to kill the human side of him; break all the bonds, kill all the feelings. But even then, he didn't think it would be enough.

The myriad of expressions and stares actually make Sasori smile, and then chuckle, shaking his head as he took off the second pair of gloves that were now soiled. When the other states his purpose, though, Sasori's chuckle dies into a fixed smile. A beat passes as he contemplates Sou's 'purpose'. "That is... more than what most people can hope to live for." He was being sincere.

But he wipes that smile off his face as soon as he realizes he'd still been smiling at all, breaking eye contact and touching the frame of the metal table for a moment instead, before picking up his scalpel once more. "Fancy you would come to a place of death. Mini detour?" He was going to put that scalpel down now and find that cleaver...

Have a lot of metal and tools clanging in that drawer back there as he busies himself with trying to find a cleaver. The cleaver is right there in front of him, really, but he's actually silently berating himself on showing emotion at all.

Emotions were the driving force of his ability but at the moment, it was just as chaotic as he was, with no direction, no purpose, he could no longer form the Tokunatsu. He still had control over the element of fire and the heat that radiates from that source.

He touched his collar for a moment in thought. The cleaver now in Sasori's hand made him grin slightly. It was a flicker, yet he still watched the mutilation. "Perhaps I come here as a reminder of my own mortality. I never saw my death and I became part of the energy. Curiosity."

The cleaver comes down to neatly sever that limb, movements almost like those of a butcher separating different 'cuts' on the meat before him.

To see death, to be reminded of it constantly and know that one was susceptible to it in the end-- These were things he had done himself, and still continued to do so. But Sasori was stubborn. He would not accept that fate; he would not accept that he was just like everybody else. Not yet, at least. ...Because Sasori had a plan. He had a plan to cheat his inevitable fate.

These thoughts are not what makes him arch an eyebrow, though. Instead, it is the latter part of what Sou had told him: "What energy?" He knew that beings from different worlds and parallel universes were brought to the tower. So... were there instances in which some transcended death and became something else entirely?

"The gateway that separates my world with another dimension. It's what we call the Other Side. There is no formal name for it. Once that bullet penetrated my skull, I saw it in a flash for just a moment before I woke up here. Perhaps it was from my vision becoming distorted from the impact but that flash felt warm, like I was meant to be there."

Sou lifted his hand and looked at his palm. "Scientists have tried for years at the expense of taking lives of others to find that source. Once it's obtained, the possibilities are boundless." He closed his hand and lowered it to his side once more.

"I don't think they managed to find it. We're too limited to simply walk through it."

Oh hello, this was totally interesting stuff to this Sand ninja. You could tell just by the look on his face. Sasori isn't one to show emotion, but that right there is genuine interest, unmasked. The cleaver stops in midair, merely an inch or so above the cut he was to make.

"What kind of possibilities...?"

Sorry Sou, everything else is going over his head right now. He's just suddenly focused on 'the possibilities'.

Certainly noticed, Sou leans back slightly away with his hands still behind his back. "Immortality was one theory. The other, the boundless potential of gaining powers. They were hoping to market this as a way of creating super soldiers for domination. Personally, it would have worked if they didn't try killing those born with these powers first to obtain it."

Sou had destroyed the lab to keep that from happening and that was really the only good thing he did during his time as a dictator.

Sardines in a Can

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