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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ΨIIONIIC

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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.

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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?

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[Next there's the whir of a razor as they shave his head--it seems the horns were just in the way of this task. As one does this simple job, another gathers various sharp-looking instruments on a tray well within Psiioniic's line of sight.]

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First his horns, then his hair... this can't be good. There's only one reason he can think of why they'd want his head exposed, especially with all those sharp instruments.

He starts to panic, struggling to thrash, trying to lash out with his powers, but nothing works.

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The retrieval unit collecting materials pauses in its work, stepping off to the side and returning with a new injection, this one to paralyze his muscles--though he'll still feel what's going on. Brain surgery on a thrashing patient isn't ideal, after all.

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It wasn't as if he could move before, he was already paralyzed. But now he can't even twitch, and with his powers not responding, there's literally nothing he can do to fight back. Panic overwhelms him, and a high-pitched keen rings through the cell block.

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Now that the patient was properly subdued, work can continue. Even with him unable to move, his head is clamped carefully into place before they begin cutting through the skin and bone that shield his brain from intrusion. It's a wide, round cut, and they set the removed bit of skill aside on a table within Psiioniic's range of vision.

The first cut into his brain--and they move as if they are perfectly aware of how a troll mind is wired--severs his control over his powers. In this room, at least, they are still shut down, however. Its side effect is the additional blinking in and out of his vision. People and objects seem to suddenly be there, or suddenly not be there, and not all of the movement that got them to any one place makes it to Psiioniic's mind properly.]