i hear the sound of armageddon

[dissectionist]

Day: 22
Characters: Mayuri (dissectionist), Paul (andgettingworse), and Allen (selenic_soul)
Summary: It's time for Allen's therapy! And Mayuri wants to get that Innocence right out of Allen's arm for further study ...
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Night, Mid-evening (slightly backdated)
Status: Closed, Incomplete

Comments

[andgettingworse]

Paul grabbed the boy's shoulder and pulled him towards the chair without another comment, much as he wanted to. This was freaking annoying, being unable to talk without a reminder that Mayuri could shut him up any time he wanted. He wasn't someone who normally cared for "rights", but that it was perfectly legitimate for the doctor to do so just made it a little worse; no possibility to at least get Mayuri in trouble.

But at the very least, if nothing else, Mayuri as interesting, Paul had to admit, and he was anticipating this particular experiment. The guy's friend had been fun, and if that guy who shared a cell with him and had sold them all out was anyone to trust on this, Allen would be even better.

He put the restraints around the boy, closing them tightly enough to hurt, but not tightly enough to stop circulation by accident, the arm up against the armrest and fully accessible. Allen wasn't particularly strong looking, but the operation would be painful - something that put a small, delighted smile on Paul's face while he was working.

The smile died when he watched Mayuri handle his knives. He was going all the way this time, wasn't he? That could be interesting. Paul kind of liked those scalpels the doctor used, and somehow, he wanted to have the chance to use exactly those at a patient, too, some time. Not on the weird arm, maybe, fascinating as it was, but starting on the normal flesh. Looking what the knife could do, how it could cut in different ways, through skin, through fat and muscle, slit open veins, scrape on bones. Then, maybe, take a good look at how it was different on the other arm. There were way too many possibilities. Some day, he'd just have to take one of those (Mayuri had so many, he'd hardly notice) and see for himself, testing it on somebody - anybody really.

But for now, of course, there was work - as always.

Paul touched the back of Allen's head light, and came around from behind the boy - only, not with his own face anymore. He had no real idea which form he'd taken in Allen's eyes, but he had aimed for Allen's fears. And like that, he looked in the boy's eyes and crouched down until they were at the same eye level. His lips spread to a smile again.