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Lilynette sans Giltine
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Hypokristalos.
A labyrinthine sanctum of forbidden research, located beneath the permacrystal layers of Zalra deep within the earth. A facility brought to life by a timeless monster, where many mortals work non-stop to maintain and expand its influence.
However, given the nature of recent developments, its future now rests upon the shoulders of a complete wildcard. One of the sanctum’s many cogs has been turning relentlessly in the past few hours, working on a room located deeper than the cultivation chambers, where significant events occurred.
The workshop is dimly lit, as expected of a facility afflicted with soul cancer. A subtle, sweet and metallic aroma permeates the air, while benign gases drift across the black-bone floor. It's a workshop filled with an array of tables and counters, some cluttered with paperwork, others hosting flesh specimens thriving in controlled environments. A large bulbous biolight hangs in the center, shining light upon the focal point of activity.
There, a lone woman with light gold hair works diligently at the operating table. Make no mistake, she's no contemporary surgeon; her hands, instead of wielding precision tools, feature long and sharp black nails. Her blue eyes sporadically blink as her fingers dance at speeds reminiscent to real world pianists. Sweat trickles down her youthful visage, yet she persists.
Saving this life takes precedence over her needs.
A pale man lies on the operating table. Though his head, arms, hips and legs seem intact, his torso is exposed, where vulnerable organs play to a tune unlike that of the Sanctum. His heart, in particular, has an elongated fingernail nailed into it, yet it continues beating.
Despite her sheer concentration, it appears the woman is at a loss, “There’s still some of it left, but where…?” she mutters to herself as her blues dart around, looking for signs of anything off while picking at his guts.
Nothing. His condition appears stable, so where…?
Something catches her attention. A small black dot pops up on the liver, and her focused eyes immediately catch the difference. “Found you…” she says, moving her right index towards it. The fingernail glows a faint dark red, before she makes a slow and meticulous incision on the organ.
From within, dozens of pitch-black centipede-like creatures crawl out of the incision like cockroaches. Her middle finger touches his gut, and a barrier of lifeforce prevents them from returning into the biological system that makes up the insides of Jin. The tension on her shoulders wash away as they sag in response, almost as though the poor woman has forgotten how to breathe.
“The last batch, probably…” she mutters to herself, slouching a bit on her own adjustable chair. “Now I just have to remove them and stitch him back u—?!” she gasps, her gentle blues widening in surprise. She looks straight at you, finally noticing your state of awareness.
“Milord! You’re awake?!” she says in surprise, pulling her chair closer. “Are you alright? How do you feel? How’s your head? Feel anything out of place?” she assaults him with one question after another, moving her face into different angles as if trying to notice anything off about the Bloodsworn.
“Ah, but please don’t move! We’re still in surgery!” should he try to move, Jin would feel his body numb. He would also notice Escathon by his side. “Carnifex injected many parasites into your body, so I’ve been removing them…!” she smiles, picking at his insides with her sharp nails and showing him one of the little buggers crawling all inside him.
“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! LILYNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETTE—!” its words are barely audible, but its rage is familiar enough.
Lilynette extends the claw across the table, where a strange flesh contraption awaits; it’s a creature with a balloon-shaped head, fleshy cylindrical body, and a large singular eye at the center of its head. Under the eye, a proboscis twitches with anticipation. She tosses the small bug, as if disposing of trash. The creature's mouth snaps in the air like a frog's tongue, easily catching the parasite remnant and swallowing it.
“You remained unconscious for several hours. I was getting worried, milord.” she comments, continuing her work as if she is doing nothing wrong.
As if nothing happened in the first place.
Nope. Nu-uh.
Teehee?
@Jin
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