Surgery

[animusnpcs]

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.

Comments

[cantgetlaidin.livejournal.com]

[The ominous pause makes Germany quiet down. He glares at them again, his eyes flitting down to the exposed muscle in his arms.]

[animusnpcs]

[Three units took scalpels from the table now--this was a time-consuming task, and more hands would speed it along. Muscle was cut away--not entirely, but stripped thin with mechanical precision. The blood was frequent, but washed off and stopped with a second instrument, like a bright warm light.]

[cantgetlaidin.livejournal.com]

[It was an odd sensation. Germany could certainly feel the scalpels cutting his muscle, but it didn't hurt. Brow furrowed, he could only watch as they thinned his muscle.]

[animusnpcs]

[The work was slow but the units didn't seem to know exhaustion. Ten minutes, twenty minutes, fifty minutes, two hours, and finally it seemed they were done, now that his muscles were hardly there at all. They moved to the table where they had placed his skin earlier.]

[cantgetlaidin.livejournal.com]

[He never took his eyes of the scalpels over the course of the surgery, stubbornly scrutinizing every flick of the blades. He was trained to withstand torture; and he wasn't about to let these bastards think they had broken him.

He only looks away, up towards the ceiling, when they move away. He hisses through gritted teeth,]

Finished?

[animusnpcs]

[Nearly. His skin was already partway stitched back together--an idle unit had been working at it while the others worked on Germany. It's a patchwork of skin and black thread, and as they place it on it's obvious it isn't going to fit properly. Still, they begin stitching it all together, to cover their work.]

[cantgetlaidin.livejournal.com]

[He watches as his skin is sewn back on, covering what little muscle he has left. His eyes widen as he realizes just how big his skin seems on him now.]

[animusnpcs]

[Once the last bits are patchworked together it's a matter of cleaning up the operating room. It seems it's finally complete. The retrieval units roll Germany into a recovery room and lock the door behind them.]