It was like a wave of death that washed over the priest.
This wasn't like the carnage he'd witnessed on the journey west. Compared to all that, this was clean, no blood, no body parts, just the tables large enough for a body and cabinets and lights.
Sanzo would've been more comfortable at least seeing that there was a sign of violence. That he knew, and he could deal with that. This was far more wrong; the sterile air was unnatural, and whatever took place here, wasn't something that should have happened.
For being so spotless, and still having that feeling of death about it, it could only mean one thing: the killings may have happened elsewhere, but something was done here after that made the spirits restless.
Qui-Gon seemed to share Sanzo's distaste. His face in the light of the Earthian glowrod was drawn.
"Over here," he said, beckoning Sanzo closer as he examined a cabinet. Running his hands over it, he could practically feel the sense of death radiating out from it, even without his usual connection to the Force. It was probably a good thing for once that he was without it - it'd probably be overwhelming under normal circumstances.
Opening the cabinet, Qui-Gon peered inside, angling the flashlight so it shone on the contents inside. There were several shelves with trays inside, the instruments inside giving off metallic gleams. He had a good feeling what these were for.
The sense of wrongness seemed to seep through everything, yet Qui-Gon zeroed in on the cabinet. Sanzo would have checked out the cabinet anyway, but the way the other man went towards it, the monk wasn't so sure that it was just because it looked interesting, and not his powers. Qui-Gon hadn't been entirely specific about the extent of Jedi abilities, or how they worked exactly.
Inside were several trays, packed with blades of all sorts, what looked like a deranged spatula, prongs...
Sanzo picked up one, a large saw. It shown dully under the flashlight, but the edges looked sharp enough to cut through bone....
He glanced back at the table, at the way the overhead lights were arranged.
"Experimentation, I suppose," Qui-Gon said. It was either that or a room for autopsies. The instruments looked almost familiar, if extremely crude, but he was still faintly surprised. He hadn't known that Earthians practiced this. "It could be an autopsy room."
Yes, it probably was. It explained the metal tables, conveniently sized just right for the average human body...and there weren't any restraining straps that he could see, which would indicate either that the patient in question was either very much drugged or very much dead. Enough that they weren't at all worried about whoever was on the table to be up and walking.
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This wasn't like the carnage he'd witnessed on the journey west. Compared to all that, this was clean, no blood, no body parts, just the tables large enough for a body and cabinets and lights.
Sanzo would've been more comfortable at least seeing that there was a sign of violence. That he knew, and he could deal with that. This was far more wrong; the sterile air was unnatural, and whatever took place here, wasn't something that should have happened.
For being so spotless, and still having that feeling of death about it, it could only mean one thing: the killings may have happened elsewhere, but something was done here after that made the spirits restless.
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"Over here," he said, beckoning Sanzo closer as he examined a cabinet. Running his hands over it, he could practically feel the sense of death radiating out from it, even without his usual connection to the Force. It was probably a good thing for once that he was without it - it'd probably be overwhelming under normal circumstances.
Opening the cabinet, Qui-Gon peered inside, angling the flashlight so it shone on the contents inside. There were several shelves with trays inside, the instruments inside giving off metallic gleams. He had a good feeling what these were for.
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Inside were several trays, packed with blades of all sorts, what looked like a deranged spatula, prongs...
Sanzo picked up one, a large saw. It shown dully under the flashlight, but the edges looked sharp enough to cut through bone....
He glanced back at the table, at the way the overhead lights were arranged.
"Some seriously sick shit happened here..." Sanzo murmured.
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Yes, it probably was. It explained the metal tables, conveniently sized just right for the average human body...and there weren't any restraining straps that he could see, which would indicate either that the patient in question was either very much drugged or very much dead. Enough that they weren't at all worried about whoever was on the table to be up and walking.
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