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Si, Malodore thought back, with satisfaction; it remained outwardly silent, however, watching the body-to-be rather than Amrita's own current form. It felt that watching someone take off a body was rather like watching someone disrobe, and thus rather rude to stare at.

Riley slapped her forehead gently. Out loud, please, Malodore. Yours is the only voice that can be heard out loud, and the sound is important. And Christof, the gauze is not for her, it is for me. She took the gauze, and began pulling it apart into smaller squares. She could tell the bandage along her neck was heavy with blood, and if she didn't cover it with gauze soon, it wouldn't be a pretty sight.

She dabbed behind her neck idly. How fortunate that the school allowed the use of this room. It is perfectly suited for the purposes at hand.

She was just small-talking, badly, to get Malodore talking. Internally, she watched, and waited.

The second arm gave her difficulties but that too was defeated, leaving both ghostly hands free to reach back to hold the back of her head. The minimal talking in the room did help, it fooled her into believing she wasn't being watched, and that thought made her comfortable enough to forget that they were there, too. It probably helped that she was pretty focused on not failing at this, that was important too!

There were some noises of frustrated strain, quieter ones of course, and soon the back of her head started to grow a little fuzzy, as though being looked through by a glass. The quite literally gray matter that was detaching was smooth; it had the shape of a head, but it was completely hairless. Riley would find that the synapses did shut off one by one as the Vetala left the corpse; not only that, but the facial expressions drooped pretty fast, the eye pinched closed and the jaw fell slack. Then, suddenly, there was a shriek and a thud. No, two thuds. One was the heavy metal echoed clang of the child's corpse hitting the table but the second, much quieter thud was there, but the ghostly gray creature was nowhere to be seen.

Well, until the creature stood. She hadn't had the time to grab the fabric to cover herself completely, so until she was able to she was unfortunately naked; she had no hair, no ears save for tiny holes in the sides of her head, and her body was flat, smooth, gray and appeared genderless. Even her voice had changed, dropping from a young girl's pitch to something ambiguous.

"U-um...s-sorry, I...slipped...J-just...let me..." 'Get my bearings' was left unsaid, instead letting herself awkwardly try to wrap herself momentarily in the large green shawl.

Malodore's gaze flicked over Amrita's direction for one second - until it realized her unusual true form was unclothed. Its focus snapped forward once more, focusing on the new body before it. Modesty was very important to plague doctors, after all...

... oh. The body in front of it was also unclothed, and would also shortly contain an Amrita. Given that the girl had been trying to cover herself in her natural form...

Malodore quickly snapped a spare surgical smock off of the rack on the wall and draped it over the body, lifting the head just slightly to tie the straps behind the neck. There. That would do for right now. "All is ready, Amrita," it said, trying to sound encouraging.

"O-oh, um...th-thanks...?" The ambiguous voice murmured, though the 'mouth' did not move. She scratched her cheek again, the disconnected hand swirling until it was backwards, the way she was used to it. Under her the feet did the same, miraculously not disturbing the way she stood. Then, slowly, everything set in.

"I did it..." She gushed, and then again, much louder, until the lab echo'd with her excitement. "I DID IT!" It was hard to tell with features that didn't move, but her body language screamed that she was ready to hug every single body in this room, both alive, undead and uninhabited. But she had to keep going, she wasn't done yet! There was an unmistakeable bounce to her step while she rounded the table to be at the foot, suddenly ignoring all sense of modesty as she climbed up to kneel on the metallic surface.

"..." The ghoul lifted her head to stare at the other three. "I...I can't do it if you're watching!" There was an unmistakable, childish pouting whine to the voice that was and yet wasn't Amrita's, the eager glow from her eyes diminishing into something that seemed a little more shy.

"As you say, signorina. In your own time," Malodore said smoothly, pivoting along with Riley to give the ghoul some privacy.

"Thank you~" Once Amrita was sure, absolutely sure, she looked down at the body that was going to be hers, and took a deep breath. Okay, here goes nothing! The glow from her eyes diminished as she concentrated on the task at hand, stretching out her limbs and submerging into the body as easily as one would sink in water. Though it might have looked easy, it definitely was not; the ghoul had been used to a mostly hollow, rotten creature; this one was whole and proper. As the possession progressed the corpse's nerves and synapses leapt and sparked into use, the dormant muscles strained and flexed, and for a little while the body shook on the table, trembling as (un)life was forced back in to it.

A moment later, it went silent. There was no cracking bones as the extremities reset themselves, no movement of any kind. It was just a corpse, lying on a table with a coat and a large green blanket draped over it. In the body, Amrita was trying to get it to work; the eyes to open, the mouth to move, a toe or finger to wiggle, anything! It wasn't that she couldn't do it, she was inhabiting the new corpse after all, it was just...

"H-" Finally, something moved, the jaw slacked just enough to allow her to breath out the sound. "Hea...vy..." She was able to rasp next, struggling to use the dormant vocal cords; it was just above a squeak, like she had lost her voice. With this break through, others followed suit; grey eyes opened to squint in the light, fingers and toes wiggled and soon she was trying to move, pushing against the alien weight of the body to get it to do her bidding.

Her bidding, at the moment, was to just sit up; as easy as it sounded it was quite the struggle, between the atrophy, the weight and even the pieces that had been so expertly sewn together.