Ninth Incision [(Accidental) Voice/Action; potential Trigger Warning for unsettling descriptions]

[removeimpurity]

[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.]

Comments

[Written/Filtered 100%]

[eyesofstrength]

[ooc: Should be noted this may become triggering as well with Leonhardt's attitude about remaining among the living.]

[A shame Leonhardt can't respond with voice right now since that gets the point across so much better when someone is obviously accidentally broadcasting something. But he'll have to make do, which he will be sending a message right to her journal so it will make a sound.]

I have never understood the purpose of going so far as to modify one's self to extend life.

Your words about your research have been broadcast, by the way.

[Voice]

[immamartillo]

[It's only thanks to Szilard's memories that Firo understands most of those titles, and even then he's confused. It's the mention of alchemy that catches his interest.]

...Doin' some light readin'?

[Video]

[spohkh]

Lady Syre, how are you this day?

[voice]

[quicktoanger]

Hell's. Freaking. Bells.

"Uh. Syre?"

[Action]

[abjurer]

[He'd found a place to stay for the night (he still can't quite wrap his mind around the not needing money thing), but it still feels far too exposed for his liking. People had told him that there was magic here and, well, he can't help but feel a little like a target.

The shop does actually have some yarn that he can use, and once that's acquired, he retreats to a place of comfort and safety otherwise known as the library. A quiet corner isn't hard to find, and he settles down there, tentatively trying to weave at least a rudimentary ward that'll last the night.

It's hard work and honestly, the distraction of someone muttering to themself, especially such interesting things, is kind of welcome.

It's not happening.

After a few minutes more, he shoves most of the yarn into his pocket, keeping a few threads on hand, and stands up, heading round to the woman's table.]

You sound like you're researching something interesting.

[action]

[folklorist]

[ Here Syre have some early evening derp to walk in on your studies. Helios isn't one to pry usually but those books look mightily intriguing. ] Syre? What are you, um, reading about?

[Voice]

[savedtheworld]

[Aang's startingto feel sick from just the first title. And he gasps audibly.]