Syre Atries (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
removeimpurity) wrote2013-01-12 12:17 am
removeimpurity) wrote2013-01-12 12:17 am
Ninth Incision [(Accidental) Voice/Action; potential Trigger Warning for unsettling descriptions]
[There is an almost unusual silence at the beginning of the feed, broken only by the scratching of a pen against paper and the occasional turning of a page.]
[The near-silence doesn't last long, however; there's the thud of a book being shut, followed by the sound of another one being slammed down -- closer to the journal -- and the rapid fluttering of turning pages.]
There has got to be one thing that I could try to review without being bored to tears...
[Again, the fluttering of paper, accompanied now by Syre listing things off:]
"On the Effects of Hindered or Absent Organs in the Functions of Non-Combatants"... "On the Limitations of a Modified Body in Alchemical and Traditional Combat"...
[A pause, and then:] "On the Effects of Lethal and Non-Lethal Non-Native Pathogens on Those Without Antibodies or Immunities". Where was this when I needed it on that Gods-Damned draft...?
[She resumes flipping through the text, listing off various long-winded titles -- all of them rather grave-sounding -- before she comes to one in particular.]
Mm. "On the Concepts of Extending the Life of an Organism Through Physical Modification or Alchemical Preservation". Let me see if I can still make sense of this...
[The sound of writing resumes, and continues for quite a while. Soon enough, Syre packs all of the texts into her bag -- and that is when the voice feed ends.]
[After leaving the library, Syre's day is relatively uneventful. She grabs some fruit from the grocery store to snack on, then proceeds to sit at the fountain and take a book out of her bag.]
[Those that are so inclined to look over will see what look like research notes, written in Syre's own neat handwriting and covering whatever space isn't occupied by a diagram or a drawing of some sort; it seems she was rather engrossed in her work at the time of writing.]
[The diagrams themselves, however, seem to be of a most disturbing sort: impressively-detailed cross-sections of torsos and skulls (with all of their internal organs, glands, and other such detailed neatly labeled), and what seem to be sketches of potential theories -- figures with two heads, four (or more) arms...]
[Whatever Syre was researching, it certainly was interesting -- but certainly not very innocent.]
[The near-silence doesn't last long, however; there's the thud of a book being shut, followed by the sound of another one being slammed down -- closer to the journal -- and the rapid fluttering of turning pages.]
There has got to be one thing that I could try to review without being bored to tears...
[Again, the fluttering of paper, accompanied now by Syre listing things off:]
"On the Effects of Hindered or Absent Organs in the Functions of Non-Combatants"... "On the Limitations of a Modified Body in Alchemical and Traditional Combat"...
[A pause, and then:] "On the Effects of Lethal and Non-Lethal Non-Native Pathogens on Those Without Antibodies or Immunities". Where was this when I needed it on that Gods-Damned draft...?
[She resumes flipping through the text, listing off various long-winded titles -- all of them rather grave-sounding -- before she comes to one in particular.]
Mm. "On the Concepts of Extending the Life of an Organism Through Physical Modification or Alchemical Preservation". Let me see if I can still make sense of this...
[The sound of writing resumes, and continues for quite a while. Soon enough, Syre packs all of the texts into her bag -- and that is when the voice feed ends.]
[After leaving the library, Syre's day is relatively uneventful. She grabs some fruit from the grocery store to snack on, then proceeds to sit at the fountain and take a book out of her bag.]
[Those that are so inclined to look over will see what look like research notes, written in Syre's own neat handwriting and covering whatever space isn't occupied by a diagram or a drawing of some sort; it seems she was rather engrossed in her work at the time of writing.]
[The diagrams themselves, however, seem to be of a most disturbing sort: impressively-detailed cross-sections of torsos and skulls (with all of their internal organs, glands, and other such detailed neatly labeled), and what seem to be sketches of potential theories -- figures with two heads, four (or more) arms...]
[Whatever Syre was researching, it certainly was interesting -- but certainly not very innocent.]
[voice]
"Uh. Syre?"
[voice]
Oh, hello Harry! Is there something wrong?
[voice]
Because that did not look wholesome.
[voice]
In retrospect, they were rather ridiculous.
[voice]
[voice]
...which leads to a rather undesirable conclusion. [By that, of course, she means death.]
I wanted to test out theories on extending the life of an alchemist by transplanting organs and other such things. The subjects used were all prisoners of war, scheduled to be executed as a means of striking fear into the enemy.
[voice]
I never knew those happened in real life.
"You were doing alchemy experiments on prisoners of war?"
[voice]
[They were going to die anyway. She sees no harm in using their lives for a greater good.]
[...well, her greater good, anyway.]
I thought it would be a better fate than being killed and discarded like useless trash.
[voice]
I probably failed.
"... So, your people, not huge on human rights, then."
[voice]
One way or another, they would have ended up as nameless bodies in the earth. I gave them the chance to be a part of something greater, to be the foundation from which all of my works were derived.
[voice]