2020.08.17 Homegrown Arm
| Homegrown Arm | |
|---|---|
| A new arm is crafted for an injured Cliath. | |
| IC Date | June 17th, 2020 |
| IC Time | 4 pm |
| Players | Jackson, Pax |
| Location | Our Lady Fatima Mission |
| Spheres | Wyrm, BSD |
The time finally comes, and when it does, Pax advises Jackson that he's sending a van to pick him up. When it arrives, it's a simple unmarked gray van with a skittish woman driving named 'Shelley.' The van will simply take Jackson about an hour and a half to the northeast of Prospect, out into the scrublands, down a long dirt road, and finally pull up to the Mission out in the middle of nowhere. It's a bit hot at this time of the day, and dust is fairly common here. The only sign of inhabitants around the Mission is a patrol of armed guards, each in riot gear and carrying M-16s, that seem to ignore the van as it pulls up.
The van, the secrets so much as Jackson moves long coat with a glove attached with a fake hand, as he gets in watching it all. Long drive, means time to txt, time to talk to an elder, time to find himself. As he watches the world, with those pale silver eyes, lighting a cigarette, as he looks over at the armed guards, with a little sigh of displeasure. But he trusts Pax, well as much as one can trust an insane mage, that is on the side of the father, as he climbs out the back now waiting to breathe out green smoke, 8 cigarettes on the trip.
The guards simply continue around the building on their way, still somewhat ignoring the van itself. Once Jackson hops out, Shelley gives the man a little wave, then backs out and drives off. It's shortly before this happens that a lanky, pale young man opens up the door to the Mission and gives Jackson a happy, if nervous, wave. "Hello! You must be..." he starts, only to awkwardly motion to Jackson's missing arm. "Come on in, Mister Harper has everything ready in the kitchen." Because what better place to perform surgery? For Pax, anyway.
Jackson nods as he takes it all in as he flicks that cigrette down on the ground, as he moves with them not talking now. As he moves towards the door, watching it all as he hears kitchen."Kitchen?" His voice is cold, as he looks forward but, he is not going to stop now, he has come this far. Needing an arm to serve father, also to go out into the public.
"Y-yes. Mister Harper performs all of his... Y'know, body shaping stuff in the kitchen." the man replies, allowing Jackson inside before closing the door behind him. The Mission itself is actually somewhat populated, with people sitting in the 'living room' watching TV on a large projector, and a few sitting in the dining room attached to it. Taking the lead, the young man leads Jackson through the dining room and into the very, very large attached kitchen.
And that's where Pax is, standing next to a sizeable stainless steel prep table with a thin sheet laid over the top of it. He's not dressed specially, but he is holding a severed arm in his grip. Fairly unremarkable, except the end of it is closed up with skin, and beneath the end something appears to be /beating/ to keep blood pumping through the limb. As Jackson enters he simply grunts at the man, then motions to the table. "Take the shirt off and lie down. You wanna be unconscious?"
Jackson nods slowly his hand removing the jacket, under it is a tight black shirt as he removes it throwing it on the coat on the ground. The arm is just fucking gone, nothing there as he lies down on the table."Awake, I need to feel it to remember my mistake." His voice is cold, as he looks up at Pax with a grin."Now than, that is a fantastic thing to see. I meet Mewt, feed him some bodies. Nice little creature." His voice is cold, as hen ods towardss the other person, as he waits now for it to start.
"Mewt is certainly an interesting little creation." Pax acknowledges with a bobbing of his head. Placing the severed limb next to Jackson on the table, Pax steps back and retrieves a vial of blood from a nearby counter. Popping that open, the vial is poured onto his hands, then dropped so he can rub and slather the liquid on them. 'Chieragogo' he says clearly, the blood promptly sinking into his hands before a thin aura of red encircles them both. "Now, you won't have immediate use. You'll have an /arm/, but it could take a week or two for your brain to catch up and work out how to work the replacement, since it's not the original." Taking a moment to grip Jackson's shoulder, his free hand reaches into the stumpy remains and tugs briefly, shaping the remainder of the bone like clay into a peg-like state. "Bone." he says, causing the same lanky pale man to retrieve what appears to be a small big of prepared bone from the nearby counter.
Gnashing his Teeth Jackson is losing himself in the pain, letting it take him as he let's it wash over him, that beast is howling insde, his eyes narrow. But he will not let it play today, that Garou shoving it down, this is a lesson, it is all lessons from father. He will not distrupt this one, he will take it listening to the words, as his body is sruges out in pain, teeth gritting as he breaths now long and deep."Yes, thank you for this, it means alot...."The words are soft, as he stops now, as he hears the bone, the next step the pain stoping for the moment, till the next motion of the master of flesh fixing him.
Pax grunts in acknowledgement, accepting the bit of bone offered by the kinfolk, which he seems to mold in his glowing grip into another bit of a peg. That peg is promptly fitted into the stumpy bone of Jackson's arm, where he rubs the edges to cause it to fuse, before releasing the man's shoulder momentarily. "Your use without an arm to the Father is much less than with one." Pax says, reaching to grab the severed arm, which he holds the beating end of up before him. Like a grotesquely blossoming flower, the layers of skin around the top are peeled back to reveal a modified beating heart that obviously shouldn't be there, surrounded by a powder that seems to be soaking into it. Reaching out, with a quick pinch and sting, he draws a small bit of flesh from Jackson's shoulder that'll grow back, and grafts it onto the side of the arm. "Forma." Pax says clearly as he pushes the flesh into it, causing the arm itself to shift and morph to take on all the qualities of Jackson's own flesh over the course of a minute or so.
Screaming out in pain now, thrashing but his eyes staying in the moment, no drifting no fucking zen, this is it he needs this. As he flops down on the table, as it is ending watching the arm change, with a wicked smile."Indeed, I will serve father, I will honor him, speaking of that I have a meeting with Kurt." His voice is cold, as he waits now as he looks down at the arm."Is that done enough, for me to run through the Umbra to him. I wish, to seek his guidence?"
"You won't need to use the umbra. I'll show you once we're done." Pax reassures the man. The arm slowly continues to shift, until at last, Pax seems content with its total transformation. "Peter!" he calls out, causing the young man nearby to jump from whatever he was doing. "Get ready to remove the heart." he tells the man. That done, Pax reaches up to pinch each of the four veins running from the heart into the arm, causing them to seal shut in the process. Once he's done, he nods to Peter, who gives a firm tug of the heart that disconnects it where Pax pinched and rushes over to a nearby ice box, where Peter goes about preparing the heart for storage again. "The portal network reaches here, so you can just hop back to Magadon now that you know this end. But we'll do that after." Tipping the arm over, Pax shakes the excess nutrients out of the end, then sits it down roughly where it'll be attaching next to Jackson.
"Fucking hellll....."Jackson is watching it all, as he bites into his bottom lip, this is fucked up, like major fucked up. His eyes widen, but there is blood, hearts, so much to watch his eyes swirling from kinfolk, to mage, to kinfolk. He is trying to process, but then it is something about a portal, and a way to get back. So much is going on, but he stays up for it trying to fight through the pain, and the confession of his he loves to learn, this another trick of the father.
Pax, clearly, is fully able to focus on multiple things simultaneously. Very, very easily. "Now, this is gonna hurt." he warns, his hand moving to Jackson's shoulder, where it rests on the skin and slowly begins to lightly massage it out towards the wound itself. Once it gets near the end, two fairly large arteries begin to emerge from within, the ends of which Pax pinches and draws out to meld them to the disconnected arteries of the arm. It hurts quite a bit, but it doesn't take long, and soon enough Pax releases them. There's a bit of light headedness as blood rushes into the newly added limb, and it's at this point that the limb is scooted closer, until the bone touch, which fused together as Pax pinches them. "Keep still, just a couple of more attachments."
Jackson grins firing off a burst of rage fuled pain screams into the air, his hand the good one is grabbing on to the table, as he is able to not move. His eyes closing now, it's too much now his teeth launching forward to bite into his bottom lip, as blood pours out of it. He is lost in pain, floating with father, as he screams out again in a mixture of pure rage and pain. He is feeling it, not fighting it, embracing the moment, marking it as a new start for his life!
With a sudden shove, Pax flushes the shoulder of the new arm against the wound, and with his hands rubs around the meeting point. It's as he does so that the flesh knits together, muscles rearrange themselves, and the skin settles into place fully. Jackson can feel /an/ arm, but it feels like it's not really /his/ arm. The neurons and muscle memory is gone, but it's certainly there, even if it feels alien. Removing his grin from the shoulder, Jackson is left with a thin white line of scar tissue going around the shoulder, but otherwise the attachment is very clean. Any excess blood is absorbed into the skin, and Pax steps back to seemingly shake the glowing red from his hands. "There we go, good as... Y'know, a replacement I guess."
Jackson slides to his feet slowly, as he spits a wad of blood into a bowl, as he nods slowly."Thank you Pax, I need to meet Kurt. He is waiting for me it." He slides off the table slowly, as he looks at the arm, as he places his shirt on again one handed, as the jacket is next that hand is placed in a leather gloves."Good work, I owe you one. I need to go, sorry for healing and dashing. But I txted him, he told me to hurry to lost kingdom for education."
Pax waves that off with a grunt. "Yea, no problem. Just grabbed an arm from the defected fomori." he explains, motioning Jackson along as he starts for the door to the courtyard in the dining room. "Don't try to use that for anything until tomorrow. Even then, don't try to use it for anything important until you're absolutely fucking sure it's fine. It might spaz the fuck out or not go the direction you want it to, that's normal. Just takes some retraining." Opening up the door to the courtyard, Pax motions Jackson through. "Now, do you know how the portal network works?"
Jackson shakes his head listening as there is so fucking much coming at him, new arm, not obeying, network fucking hell this man is skilled."No fucking idea, how to use it." His voice cold, as he moves slowly, that arm is hunk of fucking flesh, as he tries to move it twitching in the fingers, as he sighs softly."Show, me this network. I think it was in a flyer, I have not been at the office enough I guess."
"No problem, it takes some training to use anyway." Pax reassures him as he leads Jackson out into the alien 'outdoor' landscape of the courtyard, where yet more people are hanging around talking, playing cards, and otherwise living their lives. It's a quick walk across the lawn to the western wall, where Pax opens up another door and ushers Jackson inside. "Now, you're going to want to image the doorway to the Barracks across the hallway from the lab. That one's also a portal, so it can be used to access any of the other locations." he explains as they walk down the hall towards the very end of it.
Jackson nods slowly as he looks at the portal, his eyes on it as he pictures it with all that details. The smell, the cold metal, so much time he was in there, feeding bodies, giving the blue water. As he steps forward now into it, as he tries this hoping to not die, as he waits for the next order."Got it."
Pax stops in front of a cleaning closet, and opening the otherwise normal looking doorway, he points to the of the corners, where the door jamb has been carved with a serpentine pattern. "Just look for doorways like this. Imagine where you're going, step through it, and you'll be there. The end." Shrugging, Pax gives a wave to the man. "Now, go ahead. We should be close enough for it to work."
Jackson nods slowly as he moves forward now, his hand is on the door as he moves through it feeling it all, it is diffrent, cleaner than the umbra. Quicker too, as he is in the baracks, looking around confused, but he has a meeting with an elder.
