Surgery

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Characters: Romeo, France, Ψiioniic, Germany, Kanaya, Romana, Dean
Setting: surgical suite
Monday: Romeo; Tuesday: France; Thursday: Ψiioniic; Friday: Germany & Kanaya; Saturday: Romana & Dean (and therefore forward-dated as needed)
Format: either
Summary: Special experimentation.
Warnings: extreme descriptive body horror/trauma/general unpleasantness
Note: Use your thread header! It has your character's name on it.

They all start the same. The red-collared retrieval units show up again, whether by force or not you're removed from your cell and brought to the elevator, taken deeper into the tower, emerging into a surgical suite. Wordlessly, they strap you to an operating table and inject you with a liquid the same color as your collar. It will remove pain entirely, although your nerves still work in all other respects.

There are five of them, and they're preparing various tools and machines. It's not like you're going anywhere.

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ROMEO

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[spiritsup.livejournal.com]

Romeo went with the people quietly, he was scared and didn't really want to be taken away from the others but he tried to be as brave as he could as he was led into the elevator. He starts to struggle a bit as they try and tie him down and inject him. "Are you doctors? I'm not sick though! Please let me go!"

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The retrieval units don't respond to his words, turning away from Romeo as soon as he's injected and carting over a large machine with two long tubes on either end of it. As one unit prepares the machine, the other one returns to Romeo's side and hooks him up to an IV, to keep him alive and conscious.

[spiritsup.livejournal.com]

Romeo wriggles as they bring over the machine and injects something else into him. He didn't understand what any of it was, he thought they were doctors but none of this looked like things Doctor Casella would, and Doctor Casella was always kind and explained what he was doing.

"Let me go!" His voice is less polite now as he starts to squirm in earnest, "I'm not sick."

FRANCE

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[creme-master.livejournal.com]

[The small boy, Romeo, had been the first to be led away by the red collars. Not a word had been spoken by the mute workers and the boy had appeared too frightened to struggle. France had tucked himself against the side of his cell that allowed him to watch the now empty cell but he didn't return that night. France knew. He'd waited.

It wasn't until the next morning that something grotesque had been led back to the cell Romeo had been inhabiting that fear truly kindled in his gut. While the form was fused he could see similarities there. Whatever they were doing it was inhumane and he wanted no part in it.

When the collars approached his unit next he'd tried to hold his ground but found that his strength was muted and any attempts and pleas had no place in deterring them from their supposed job. Their fingers were vice-tight on him as they detached him from the safety of his cell. He jerked his head back to get another look at the elongated limbs peaking out of the cell door before the elevator doors shut]

What did you do? [Of course he got no response, no matter how many times he asked that question nor the variance and like Romeo France found himself in a sterile operating room; snarling out when he was strapped down. The moment he was stuck with the syringe stuck him he went strangely still, eyes wide] I didn't do anything wrong!

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[If the retrieval units had an answer at all, they weren't giving it to France. Instead he was injected a second time, this one intended to keep his body still from the neck down, although he would still feel what was happening, albeit without pain. Then it was a matter of cutting through his shirt and placing it aside.]

[creme-master.livejournal.com]

[The second shot had a more potent (or perhaps it was just the fact two doses later it had better take effect) effect and he lay immobile and worryingly numb. Panic settled when he tried to just move a few fingers. He thought one twitched but that wasn't the case. France couldn't move from the neck down.]

You son of a bitch. I am not a toy.

[Oh, but he was and they'd made sure he wasn't going to disturb them. He knew he was uselessly protesting now but it was the last thing he COULD do. He watched as his shirt was split open and discarded with a queer sort of fascination.]

I am a man pleading with you. Please just let me go.

ΨIIONIIC

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[2nd-dii2ciiple.livejournal.com]

He knows there's no point in fighting when they come for him. They've taken his powers, and without them he's nothing more than a spindly, underfed ex-slave nerd. He knows Signless would have fought, would have raged and struggled right to the end, because that's exactly what Signless did do. But he is not Signless, and he is too afraid of making things worse.

Being strapped to a table and injected with strange liquids is nothing new to him. This isn't so different from the schoolfeeding he received when training as a slave. He grits his teeth and tries not to whimper as pain and movement fade away but leave all other sensations behind.

This is not going to be pleasant.

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Once the injection has taken effect, the entire table is shifted to lift him into a sitting position. A small saw-like instrument is procured, whirring to life at the press of a button, and then, one by one, his horns are removed, dropping to the ground and swept off so they are properly out of the way.

[2nd-dii2ciiple.livejournal.com]

His horns... Ψiioniic shudders as the saws approach, expecting excruciating pain despite the drug, but feels only a sense of pressure. And then suddenly his head is too light, and he keens in shocked dismay. A troll without horns is like... like a bee without wings.

Are they trying to make him human?

GERMANY

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[cantgetlaidin.livejournal.com]

[Germany has no intention of letting his captors have an easy time as they take him away. All week he's watched people being brought back to their cells broken and disfigured. He kicks, he punches, pulls, pushes-- but after a while they somehow still manage to get him to the operating table.

After a long struggle he's finally on the table, attempting to swing punches at the units.]

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[The retrieval units are quick to inject him a second time, this time a transparent mixture to eliminate movement from the neck down. He would really just be too troublesome otherwise, and their work is rather delicate. The other units not dealing with Germany are preparing instruments on a cart.]

[cantgetlaidin.livejournal.com]

[He continues struggling as the needle pierces his skin. Soon he is rendered basically motionless.]

Bastards.

[He twists his head to see them making their preparations.]

What the hell are you doing?

KANAYA

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[grimauxilatrix.livejournal.com]

[Kanaya hardly struggles when they come for her next, figuring if she goes passively then there will be less damage later on. Perhaps they would go easy on her for being a good captive. Not knowing the damage they could do to her, she decides to keep her cool and humanity for as long as possible for it will surely be ripped from her soon]

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[They strap Kanaya to the table, leaving enough space to cut into her torso but still keeping her from moving. They don't inject her to stop her from moving, however, at least not yet. Instead, they begin cutting through her shirt to get it out of the way.]

ROMANA

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[tomatatas]

[She struggles when they come for her, kicking, punching, sinking nails, teeth into anything she can reach. It's dirty, desperate fighting, but she refuses to take it lying down, go along willingly. All week she's watched people be dragged away, returning twisted and horrible, sending fear through her.

Her thrashing only increases as she's dragged to the table and it's only when she's strapped down that the tears start to come, even as she twists against her bonds, body arching off the table as she tries to summon the strength she knows she has.] Bastardi! Let me go, let me go, you stupid fucking monsters.

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[If they notice her struggling or her voice, they don't respond or even react, working at their task as if they know nothing else. Eventually one does move to stand beside Romana's table. The restraints around her arm are tightened. Another has a syringe, this time with a clear liquid in it. Injected, it will render her incapable of moving from the neck down--she can still lift her head. She can still speak as well.

And aside from pain, she will still be able to feel. The first unit will wait until Romana can no longer move before it unstraps her and begins removing her shirt.]

DEAN

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[gimmepie.livejournal.com]

[He'd watched the others come back all week wrecked and disfigured and all he could think is that this is just a sterilized version of Hell. The bastards had even hurt those little kids, and it was a familiar sickness, unpleasant and unwanted reminders of his time in the Pit.

Dean struggles, he kicks, he throws punches. But even after all his thrashing as they drag him away, all his cursing and even through all his sheer willpower, he finds himself in the same place everyone else had, strapped to a table and struggling against an injection. That too, comes just like it did for everyone else.]

What the hell are you bastards putting in me?! [He twists and tugs and pulls at his restraints, wanting so badly to deck all of their emotionless faces and get the hell out of there. These monsters are worse than demons can ever hope to be, simply because they're almost not even there.]

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[The retrieval units have no response for him except to inject him with the drugs that would stop him from moving even as they allowed him to feel the procedure painlessly. The cart had already been prepared, although there was no scalpel on it, and most of the tools were above Dean's line of sight, it was rolled over as soon as Dean could no longer move.]