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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FRANCE

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ΨIIONIIC

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GERMANY

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KANAYA

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ROMANA

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DEAN

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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.]

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[She cries out in pain as the restraints tighten, pressing into her skin. Eyes moving in a clear pattern of panic she mutters as the needle approaches, Italian curses, threats, before shrieking as the needle pierces her skin.] Figlio de testa!

[And all of a sudden her fingers won't move. Her arms won't rise. She can't twist her hips, and she realises, shock racing through her that she can only just lift her head, turn her neck. Mentally struggling she stares, wide eyed at them as she remove the restraints, start on her blouse] What the hell?! Stop! Vaffanculo, you sick, fucks, let me go!

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[Now that she can't struggle so much the shirt is removed with little fanfare and taken away as the two units step back, replaced by a new one dressed in surgical garb, from mask to gloves. Yet another pushes a cart over, covered with various surgical objects. The one with the cart hooks Romana up to an IV, but there's nothing to indicate what it's pumping into her.

The other one cuts into her skin with a scalpel, from collar bone to just above her diaphragm.]

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[She's working herself up into a state, terrified of her immobility, and it only gets worse as the surgical cart comes closer, the prick of an IV needle felt without it's usual sting. Swallowing, she can feel her chest rise faster, in quick shallow breaths and she screams as the scalpel pierces her skin, sliding through as if it was just tissue paper, rivulets of blood following the line.

There's no pain, but there should be pain, it should hurt, her skin should be stitching back together, why isn't it, why doesn't it hurt?!] Basti!

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[The initial cut is followed by others on the top and bottom of the initial cut to open the chest, the skin now pinned down like one might do in a biology class dissection. A second instrument, nothing used in an Earth surgery, is run along the opening and the wounds in general, which will slowly stop the flow of blood as they work.

It's not long before her ribcage is properly exposed.

The IV increases its flow somewhat--it's this liquid keeping her alive and conscious, even if she'd rather not be.]

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[Her screams die down to a whimper, her breathing still fast as she watches her skin be pulled back, pinned down, the blood, her blood. Choking on a sob, she swallows, before twisting her head, eyes squeezing shut. She can't watch this, watch herself be cut open, pulled apart.

The red of her blood and the white of her bones are all to vivid in her mind's eye though, and every single touch can be felt, reminding her what's happening] Per favore...

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[A new instrument is brought out, this one looking somewhat like a very small saw, and when turned on it whirrs and the sharp teeth rotate. Her ribcage is cut through with a few efficient snaps, and then removed.

And then they begin cutting out Romana's lungs.]

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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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[She sobs, feeling the vibrations of the saw through her body, the sound of her ribs snapping making her want to flinch. Her head does twist at the sound, a low whimper escaping her but she doesn't speak. She won't beg, not when there's no point. She almost wishes she could feel the pain, have a reason to scream and cry.

Another muffled sob escapes her despite her teeth sinking into her bottom lip to muffle her, and she lets a tear sneak out as she feels her lungs start to be cut out] ... no...

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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.

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[The lungs are neatly removed, their connections trimmed away, leaving her chest cavity looking rather empty, really. The removed organs are placed in a bucket not far from Romana's face, and excess blood is sucked out through a tube into the same bucket while the opened veins are closed.]

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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."

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They bring in the deer next. Rather, a new retrieval unit brings it in. Of course, it's not quite a normal deer--constantly it seems like it's going to slide right out of its skin, its mouth is split like a flower to reveal far sharper teeth than necessary, and it looks sickly and pale. It's wheeled in on a bed similar to Romeo's, unconscious.

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Romeo looks to the side at the noise. His eyes widened and tears filled them. "What did you do to it?" It was scary but it also made Romeo sad and he wondered if it was dead, or just hurt badly. "You are bad people aren't you!"

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Still Romeo was ignored; instead the retrieval units side the tube down the deer's throat through its mouth. An incision is made next along its flank, and a second tube is inserted--connected to what, it's hard to say. Is that even really a deer? The second tube is connected to the machine in turn.

They approach Romeo next.

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A whimper bubbled out of Romeo's throat, this was scarier than... anything. This was the scariest thing that had ever happened to him. He couldn't even imagine what Alfredo would do in this situation because he didn't want to think of any of his friends being here.

Romeo instead tried to stay calm, after all Alfredo had been so calm even when he died so Romeo could try and do that too. He couldn't stop the tears running down his face though, or the way his voice shook as he spoke. "Did I do something wrong? Did I break a rule? I'm sorry if I did! Is this a punishment?"

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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.