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*Situated half way between earth and hell, the Ice Chasm fills a void between realms and is the home away from home for the twins, Bailey and Ice.
Commanding the element as they do, the Ice Chasm now looks something like a glass workshop of horrors, gross and deformed bodies on display along the 'corridors' and 'halls', imprisoned behind thick ice with the clarity of glass.

At the heart of it all, several 'rooms', still open to the ever shifting coloured sky, seem more inhabited for living, fireplaces heating the area, though the ice never melts, cloths and colours decorating the place Ice and Bailey actually live in.

Also of note in this frozen wasteland is the perfectly flat and smooth ice field above the chasm on the left side, and the equally bumpy and mountainous ice forest on the right, both sides testiment to the twins desire and need to train

No animal or plant life save that which the brothers bring in survives here, the only creatures moving about this hollow wasteland being the gross monstrosities teh brothers have created*

*After marking out the necessary areas in black and red marker, Ice slid off the table fluidly and Bailey was swift to pick up on the strange look in his eyes. Wordlessly passing over the entire pitcher of vitae, he silently watched Ice tear off his own clothing on his upper body, revealing the pink and damaged flesh beneath. As he gorily swallowed the vitae, head thrown back in reckless abandon, the damage melted away until the albino seemed to glow with vigour, his lean muscled frame that of a male model as he winked at his brother.
Handing the empty jug back, he touched his hands together*

I'll create you a vision of modern perfection, Bailey. I'll resculpt him into a monster and saint all at once.
You've marked out some pretty severe changes...
He's strong. It would be an insult to hold back on my vision with this one.
Remember, you are restricting his blood abilities. Magra or no... he cannot heal needlessly severed arteries in this condition.

*nodding, Ice returned to the table and laid his head on Corbin's chest, fingers running up the DeSeer heir's chest, loitering over ribs and nipples as he smiled, listening to the silence of the others chest cavity.
His left hand softly stroked Corbin's hair... as his right started the mutations. Gently touching Corbin's collar bone, his dancing fingers raised small spikes of bone up through the skin, which parted like water as he drew on the bone beneath and sharpened the point of each spike with his claws.
After raising five spikes on each collar bone, Ice's nimble fingers ran from the dip into Corbin's throat, back up and around the heir's neck, two long smooth spikes following his fingers, their points overlapping behind Corbin's neck, forming a collar of his own bone. And this was simply Ice beginning slow.*

I always had a thing for Zebra Girl... and you have the right markings...
Dont you DARE give him breasts...
No chance. He has a beautiful chest. I dont want to change a thing... well... not much

*Ice's wandering hand drifted down the center of Corbin's chest, the skin and muscle covering his ribs peeling back like carefully unfolded wrapping paper, no blood accompanying the action.
Ice sat up properly, finally lifting his head from Corbin's unresponsive body and touched the bones, testing for any weaknesses or breaks before he began the manipulation. Finding nothing of concern, he started elongating each rib, severing each from the bone which joined them together over the lungs and coaxing them to continue their curve, right over to the opposite side, where each razor sharp bone then poked through the skin, just above where Corbin's arms lay stil at his sides.
After manipulating all of the ribs in this way, causing a series of spikes to jut out of Corbin's sides, Ice carefully fused the crossing points of each bone right down the center of Corbin's chest, raising small spikes here too, from just below the heir's collar bone to mid way down his torso.
Pleased with this small but effectve changes, he took his time sealing the flesh back over the bone, re-uniting blood channels perfectly, not wishing the heir to meet Final Death from internal bleeding as and when he awoke.
Not quite satisfied with leaving the flesh itself as it was, Ice dooled his fingers over the right side of Corbins body, discolouring the skin until it matched up with his viral markings on the left, giving hima zebra pattina over his torso.*

Striking... I was a little unsure, but the spikes offset the colour nicely.
It'll work well once Im done rearranging his hips and legs. His skin should stretch beautifully over his muscles with the posture change. It'll be a crime to put clothes on him when Im done.
Heh... who do you want to drink? Dont kid me you arent using a lot more blood than usual - you're being real gentle with him.
I dont want any mistakes. Just... dont pour me any female blood.

*Wrinkling his nose in distaste - his tastes lay elsewhere tonight - Ice stood back and pondered which change to make next*

Impressive... I wasnt execting a response from any of them just yet...
Oh but he's so RUDE Bailey! I bet Picasso never suffered from this.

*Idly thumping Corbin in the nose, Ice leant like a school child on his chest*

Dont you know you shouldnt criticise until the masterpiece is finished? Besides... I'm not allowed ot kill him. Isnt that a drag? I'd have LOVED to use these nipples on our next monster... and maybe a leg on another... maybe I'd even steal those beautiful eyes for myself...
Ice...
I know, I know...

*The pouty Tzimisce dropped his head onto Corbin's chest with a sound like 'foo'...lips clmaping over Corbin's exposed n****e. His eyes sparkled with amusement, as he considered the fun changes he stil had in mind, and the possible fun for him should Corbin awake while some were going on*

Hope your good at shifts in balance Magra...

*Bailey smiled at his brother, knowing what was still to come*

Oh they is tricksy hobbits Bailey!!!

*Ice chuckled and thwapped Corbin's nose again*

I wont be sticking my hand into ANY orifices I havent made myself, thank you so very much. Not to mention removing certain restricting eye patches which just so happen to be holding back certain nasty experiances I wouldnt take as a fun option.
So you WERE listening to the judges Ice... you suprise me.
Im not stupid. Just a little... sanity challenged. Should I shut him up do you think?
Why bother? Magra is the blood god. HE can talk straight into our heads if he so chooses. Besides... the inane chatter amuses me. Why dont you start on his legs?
I was gonna save that in case the kid himself awoke... but ok!

*Chipper as a kid on cookies, Ice hopped up onto the end of the ice slab and ran his fingers over Corbin's ankles and the ball of his foot. As yet it was unclear what he was doing to it... save of course for sending shooting pain through the entire leg*

Oh they're CUTE.... PLEASE can we keep 'em Bailey? Pleeeease????

*Ice idly snapped the ankle to one side, watching the feathers on each droop as the bones within shattered. With his back to Corbin himself, he played with the foot, manipulating various bits of shattered ankle bone to where they needed to be, extending and strengthening the joint before he began to fuse the foot bones themselves, slowly turning the foot into a hoof, and reversing the joints' direction.
That over, eh starte don the other foot, then moved up to the knee joints, reversing these also and strengthening the tendons connecting both.*

A little hip work and you'll make a wonderful faun.

*Humming 'Hips dont lie' under his breath, Ice began to discolour the skin on Corbin's legs, matching it in to his torso*

Actually, if it hadnt been for the fact the poor old bugger is going to need to be able to move, I WAS thinking of forming a cobweb matrix between his shins, or at least doing something mildly amusing to his wrists. But alas! Im working within boundaries here... and he only has so much bone I can use to scaffold.

*Moving up to Corbin's pelvis, Ice sat over him like some kind of malignant gargoyle, his smile darkening.*

From what Im told, Corbin is a bit of a ladies man... even if he DOES have a steady woman. Wouldnt it be a shame if something were to happen down here?

*A cold hand met Corbin's manhood, the fanged smile of teh albino blazing with amusement.*

Bailey.. pass me the vial would you?

*Accepting a small glass vial from his twin, Ice poured its contents onto his hand*

This is the active ingrediant that makes Haemoxinate stem blood based disciplines. This particular vial is so small because it ALSO has mana restrictive properties. And its very good at invading the localaised cells of an area. I dont know how much science you know, but the affects stop gainful replication in the cell nucleus, directly changing and killing RNA and DNA that try to duplicate withotu harming the original strand.
You said you wertent so keen on Corbin's 'woman' side... so I'll be kind. I'll only take away his male side. Good luck healing this one. I'd be very interested in the results.

*Flesh melted away under Ice's hands, exactly what he had done unclear... save for the fact Corbin was now truly androgynous. The vial lid clicked closed and Bailey smirked as he took ti back from Ice and pocketed it*

((Understatement))

*Moving onto other tasks, Ice wound two back-raking spikes from Corbins hips, then took Corbin's seemingly delicate hands in his own. Slowly, he drew out the length of each digit, hardenening one third of each finger into boney nail. To do this, he had to condense each hand down to three fingers and one thumb, but it didnt seem too out of place with Corbin's other changes. Accepting another drink form his brother, Ice continued up Corbin;s body, coaxing thorny spikes from his elbows which ran smoothly up against his upper arm, but gave him a Guyver look when the arms were bent. At Corbin's shoulders, three barbed spikes on each came into being, followed by a row of smallspike sover each of Corbin's eyebrows and at the corners of his mouth, the Tzimisce fiend carefully elongating his fangs into small tusks... without cutting himself.
Holding Corbin;s head still with his knees, he then tweaked two straight rising horns from the heir's forehead, and then two from the back of his skull which raked forwards an angle. Changing skin tone on arms and face, he matched it to the zebra effect on the rest of the heir, smiling as he added to the violet hue around Corbin's eyes and lips with a soft layer of deep grey. He even took his time and carefully implanted and connected up a third eye in the middle of Corbin's forehead.
Nodding to Bailey, Ice helped shift Corbin about to get at his back, and he had a field day pulling spikes out of the heir's spine and turning his tail into a damn close replica of those the Aliens form the movie sported.
The only thing he found fascinatingly irritating was the fact h could not alter the wings on Corbins head. Playing with them for some time, he beamed like a happy child... before taking it out on Corbin's ears by pinning them to his head with his own bone.
Bailey quietly worked on sculpting Corbin's skin still further, his speciality laying in that area. Working form the hooves up, Bailey turned smooth, coloured skin into soft, short haired hide*

Now I just wanna make a pair of boots out of him...
Well... he wont be able to wear those ones with the stirrups for a while..
Can you say 'thieved?'

*Yawning with the exertion of such a large scale mutation and the care it had had to be achieved with, Ice flopped into a chair to watch Bailey finish off and pulled on Corbin's discarded boots, smirking at the fit*

I wish he'd been mine to do with as I pleased... the widow chest would have looked ace.
I know, and I dont doubt for a second what you would have done. As it stands, this should be perfect. He is demonised, yet still he bears that fine bone structure that makes him Corbin. The effect is instantly noticeable, yet familiar... it will have the desired effect.
Did you see? On his back? And I dont mean the dagger wound.
Yes...
That WASNT done with fleshcraft...
I know. That was done by very very very mundane means...
Why didnt he heal it?
Because... well, because...
Yeah. I dont get it either.

*Popping his joints, Bailey picked up some purple ribbon and quietly threaded it down Corbins spine, between bone and flesh, his eyes roving over the other design that lay there, which even his efforts had not been able to hide. Shaking his head, he helped Bailey lay Corbin in the recovery position, on his side - the spikes and othe modifications meant it was impossible for Corbin to now lay on his front or his back comfortably and the twins next job was to simply wait for him to wake up.
As a final touch, Bailey handed Ice two silver hoops, each one inscribed with one of th brothers names, the hoops themselves taking the dragonic form of teh Tzimisce clan logo. Popping them through each n****e, Ice strokes a few stray strands of Corbins wild long hair away from his face... and caught his palm on the set of spikes over the heir's left eye. Smirking a little, he let a single red drop roll off his fingers onto Corbin's untainted lips.*

ICE! You idiot!
Get over it.
You KNOW what his abilities are! He can copy Disciplines from DNA!
Yeah... I know. He let us play with him. Maybe one day he'll play with us.
... Have you lost your MIND?! All things considered, and Magra and Lineage's appraoch to this whole situation - if he ever 'plays' with you, you'll be breathing out your arse for the rest of eternity!
You say that as if I wont be able to fix whatever he does. Besides... he's an artist too. Look.

*Ice nodded to Corbin's discarded clothing on the floor, the butt of the heavy duty firearm Corbin carried clearly visible*

He summoned the elder gods. He fought back Abaddon himself and restricted him. Technically he's only about 12, not much more... his work, his flair... its like a childs painting of war, taken from a million cartoons. He collects real cars and bikes like normal kids collect Hot Wheels and I think I know why he keeps the scars. Can you imagine being 12 in an adult body? With the company he keeps? He's fascinating.... He can call down seven kinds of hell on you... but he still carries a gun! A damn gun! No matter how special its rounds are...
The Judges are going to hit the roof. Say goodbye to your Surplice, our cloths are going to get destroyed for this.
It was an accident... and I WANT him to learn. My way of saying thank you.
I like it better when your insane and NOT thinking about things Ice.

*Ice beamed at his brother, then curled up on the large chair like a contented cat. Winking, he close dboth eyes and settled down to sleep until Corbin awoke*

*Sleepily opening one eye, Ice treated Corbin to a languid 'I-just-had-sex' smile and stretched like a cat, his joints popping as he eyed his 'masterpiece' with something akin to fondness*

You're so cute when your angry. Go steady - you'll need time to adjust to your limbs. Even YOU cant heal that many changes instantly. Especially as you havent fed. Are you hungry?

*Curiously, Ice's humour seemed to have vanished, as had Bailey's amused indulgence in his brother's 'art'. The pair didn rise to Corbin's words, but rather seemed to watch him with some form of concern, as if some strange test of their skill had to be confirmed*

He should eat... then I suppose I better tell him the why of all of this, hadn't I?

Definitely your job.

*Cracking his neck to either side, Ice hopped up onto the table over Corbin's hips, sititng gargoyle like to look down at the bound Heir*

So... do you like it?