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 Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 1:51 pm
When Christof started to make those hand gestures, Jericho looked between Riley and Mal, hoping someone could translate for him. It didn't look like he was going to get one. Furrowing his brow, he turned to Mal as it said they were going to proceed.
Shifting a bit, he supposed there wasn't anything for him to do in that case. It made him feel a tad useless but he stood by anyway.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 2:25 pm
Riley tried not to find amusement in the lack of communication skills the group possessed. Jericho. She murmured, looking up at him with a strangely distant gaze. Christof has asked that you hold me down. I would prefer this to being strapped down, as I assume I am about to thrash violently. Please make sure my tentacles are not attempting any maneuvers on their own when I .. ah .. well.
When she started to lose her mind with pain, she left out.
You're all very kind for being here for me through this. She only wished they didn't have to watch her succumb to pain.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 2:30 pm
Finally some direction! Jericho nodded to Riley before making his way around towards her upper body.
"Christof, do you think you can sit on her legs or something? If I do that while pinning her down, I'll be in the way," he suggested while carefully collecting up her tentacles and placing them between his legs to try and hold them still. He hoped they wouldn't be do anything that would hurt him there.
The dragon then leaned down and pressed his hands down onto her shoulders to keep them down.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 2:34 pm
Exhaling nervously, Christof nodded, carefully hauling a chair over to help climb up onto the cot. Hopefully it would hold their conjoined weight, and Mistress wouldn't be too upset... but they had to do what they had to do. He handed the outer ring insert to Malodore before taking his position on her legs.
"It-constricts-and-contracts," the Igor signed to the plague creature, reaching to fiddle with the device to illustrate for it. "Make-small, push-in, and-then-make-as-large-as-possible-until-it-clicks-locked. I-can-take-over-from-there."
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 2:38 pm
"Va bene," Malodore murmured, then visibly steeled itself. It took the piece of the device and leaned over Riley, looking at her wound, trying to achieve proper doctorial detachment over the whole... hole thing. It was unexpectedly difficult. Be brave, mia cara, it thought at Riley, then lowered the ring into the wound. Despite its concerns, its movements were steady and true.
Click. Click. Click. Click.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 2:53 pm
Always. Riley murmured, her eyes crinkling in a weak gesture of a smile, before the ring was placed inside her body. At first, the only sting was the pain of exposed, scarred and still broken tissue being irritated. She stiffened, but made no other move.
Click.
The ring expanded, and she let out a hissing noise.
Click.
Riley's body arched, but no sound came out.
Click.
Her arms struggled against Jericho's hold, and her tentacles hardened at the tip.
Click.
NO NO NO STOP PLEASE- It was a suddenly burst of thought that sounded like it had been going on silently for quite some time, but she had only now lost the capacity to keep her thoughts to herself, and then the wordless screams began. Every muscle in her body struggled to get away from the table, and her tentacles thrashed wildly around Jericho, trying to pull him away.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 3:03 pm
Jericho held his breath as he watched Malodore begin to work. Well everything seemed to be going alright so far. That was, until Riley suddenly shrieked out in pain and began to struggle. Gritting his teeth, he pushed down, doing what he could to keep her down.
"Riley! Riley.. hold on.. It's almost done," he said trying to get her to calm. It hurt him a bit to know she was in enough pain to cause he to trash about.
Flaring his wings out a bit to help him keep his balance, he clenched his legs together to try and keep the tentacles under control. It wasn't easy.
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 12:37 am
Christof shifted on her legs, eyes clenching shut anxiously at the silent sounds of discomfort. Just keep a firm hold, and make sure Malodore was alright. His main arms remained firmly planted on his Mistress's hips, his third slipping out from under his jacket to give the Plague doctor a very gentle assuring pat- he didn't want to bump it too hard. This was the hard part. Just... just get through this and the rest would be a breeze.
And Mistress will be good as new.
Better than new, even, she'll have a built in lock-box for all of her special things.
He tried to keep his mind on that, and not the wails echoing through his skull.
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 12:12 pm
Malodore clenched its beak shut so tightly that the bone creaked. Part of it was shrieking along with Riley, demanding that the rest of it stop - but this was what needed to be done. Hurt inflicted to heal. It knew this, clinically, and was clinging to it as hard as it possibly could.
Clinical. Cold. Firm.
Click. Click...
Click.
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 5:38 pm
The wordless screaming reached dangerous levels of strength, and Riley's hands slid free underneath Jericho while he focused on keeping her tentacles from stabbing him. They immediately dropped to her stomach, and her claws dug into the flesh around the device, trying to dig in to pull it out of her. Her eyes squeezed closed, augmenting the path of tears escaping down her face. Her breathing was shallow, ragged, and quick.
Finally, on the last click, her eyes rolled back behind her head underneath her eyelids and she arched in sublime agony, her hands clenched and rigid as she screamed out one single word.
MALODORE!!!
She fell back on the cot, her body falling limp as she passed out from the pain.
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 6:06 pm
As Riley's hands slipped away, Jericho's eyes widened and he tried to reach out to take them back. The state she was in was making himself frantic as well and he couldn't help but flinch back as she screamed out Malodore's name. It held so much pain.
"Riley...?" he asked hesitantly before trying mentally, <...Riley?>
She had fallen still, which made him rather uneasy.
"What.. What happened? Is she alright?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 11:17 pm
The scream...
broke it.
Malodore released the now-implanted device and clung to Riley, pressing its bone-covered forehead to hers, beak moving with silent words. "Finish it," it hissed out before cupping her head in its claws, so gently.
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 11:30 pm
Christof still kept a firm hold of her legs, but gave a sharp nod. Perhaps it was easiest for him. This was nothing. Just one new part and she was making such a racket. Perhaps not being undead was part of it. Finally, he climbed down, limping to her side to examine Malodore's work, checking to make sure everything was in place properly. The Plague Doctor's hands had been true, and the device was fit snugly. There would be no shifting out of place if his design held.
He pulled the caliper out of his coat pocket, tenderly measuring the spacing between the sockets for the locking mechanism before picking up the core and making the proper adjustments with a screwdriver. He took his time. The worst was over. The inner ring was strong, but there was the chance of it constricting if left without the plug for too long with too much stress, but the wooden insert would give her plenty of support.
He paused before turning to her again, slipping something into the box before carefully sliding it into place and locking it shut.
You should be fine now. I have faith in the design. Just be careful with it, Mistress. Give your body some time to adjust and heal around it. He offered the small black iron key to Malodore for safe keeping, I do not recommend losing the key if you ever want to remove it. It would cause too much damage if you ever wish to.... take it out for some reason with the core still locked in place. With his free hands, he signed his thoughts as closely as he could, although he was not nearly as eloquent at sign-language, nor did he suspect Malodore had much patience for deciphering it at that time.
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 11:34 pm
Riley would respond to Christof's words, but she is passed out. How rude of him not to realize this sooner.
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 11:48 pm
There was no response at all, which caused Jericho's stomach to wretch a bit. With a frown, he looked over at Malodore, who was unable to finish the job right now. Since he didn't want to mess things up, he left that to Christof. Letting out a sigh, he placed a hand to Riley's forehead for a moment, then moved it over onto Mal's shoulder.
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