Passions of a Post-Mortem (Masters Only)

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Passions of a Post-Mortem (Masters Only) Apr 17, 2016 3:03:39 GMT

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Post by Celenike Icecolle Yggdmillenia on Apr 17, 2016 3:03:39 GMT

Though so many tried to turn a blind eye to it, there was no doubt about the monstrous nature of Chaldea. It had a shield of morality no matter what in its supposed goal of saving the world, but what it took to reach that was always going to be in question. Abhorrent research, unsanctioned violence, needless sins; all combined under the flag of ‘no matter the cost’.

And that suited Celenike just perfectly.

Gently waltzing about her lab, the magus was in a good mood – she had work to do, she knew how to do it, and she had the resources to do it. It was just how it should be. And, to top it off; some specimens of utmost quality lined her floor – a trio of unmarked body bags; practically gift-wrapped for her. While dressed in her usual outfit, a lab coat was draped over it for sanctity’s sake… besides, she thought it looked rather good on her. She had to at least pretend to be professional, anyway. Oh, but she had heard the third on was so handsome, though! Just her type…

With an iconic snap, the silver-haired magus put on a pair of disposable gloves; buttoning her lab coat as she shifted around the pristine lab. Tables clear, stains cleared, gags washed… ah, good thing she’d gotten those things squared away earlier. The amount of ethanol you need to clean leather properly really was abominable. But, now her lab was beautiful again, waiting for her loving touch once again… Chaldea’s white walls, stainless steels, and smooth tiles; the tapestry for her work…!

Sighing gently, Celenike tried to refocus her mind – best not to get too excited already. She had a lot to get through today, after all. First, identification of subjects; second, external inspection and sampling; third, obduction; fourth, internal sampling; fifth, extraction; sixth, disposal. It was a wonderful process; everything in its place. And, room for more… room to be creative. But, unfortunately, that all really had to wait this time. She had too much work on her hands right now, at least if she wanted to do her inspection of the homunculi later. She had to have a bit of extra time before she needed to sleep to give them their nightly story, after all…

But, she had hired help, though she loathed the thought – just for the external inspection and obduction; though the latter rather ruined the fun. They shouldn’t stay for long, anyway… most didn’t put up with that kind of work very well, for some reason. A smirk coloured her face. That was sort of fun in-of itself, so maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. And besides! Maybe she’d even get a nice chat out of it. Chaldea’s provisional Masters were fascinating, if nothing else.

A lab assistant who wasn’t a homunculus…

Celenike realised she had an honest smile on her face.

This really was going to be a little fun.

Rin Tohsaka

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Passions of a Post-Mortem (Masters Only) Apr 17, 2016 6:34:42 GMT

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Post by Rin Tohsaka on Apr 17, 2016 6:34:42 GMT

Though helping out Chakdea’s resident torturer wasn’t Rin’s first go to idea for how she wanted to spend her afternoon; in fact, she wouldn’t ever consider it if it wasn’t for the current circumstances. She figured that between doing God knows what with Miss Celendike and attempting to control both the obnoxious emperor aswell as the troublesome Atlantean, this would induce a fare less severe headache.

“Ahh, if only everyone would just behave themselves for one night, one night!”

Rin sighed as she continued to make her way quickly down the hallway, making long strides to quicken her pace so she wouldn’t end up in the ensuing chaos behind her. She knew that if she stuck around longer than she had to, she would inevitably get caught up in whatever it was they were doing. Then she would probably be expected to fulfill her role as a master and put a stop to it. Frankly, she was getting too old and too tired to deal with morons like those two any longer than she had to. Besides, Celenike wasn’t that bad, was she?

Rin’s shoes tapped on the cold concrete floor as she approached the entrance to the homunculi testing room. Honestly, the worst things she knew about the reclusive magus were from word of mouth mostly, and even then she took it mostly as slander considering it mostly came from the mouth of that one Atlantean spirit. From the few interactions Rin had with the fellow magus, she could only detect a sense of professional decency and a similar desire to help keep up some sense of order amongst these anarchists referred to as “heroic” spirits.

“Ahh, I’m sure it’s just jealous slander anyways, I mean nobody is that-”

Rin’s eyes went wide as she opened the white door and saw the vast amount of body bags that littered the room, as well a few other worrisome features. Honestly, she didn’t know if it was supposed to resemble a laboratory or a torture chamber at this point. Gulping loudly, she took a few quiet steps in before hearing the sound of elastic gloves snapping over hands and saw the silver haired Icecolle preparing for, what Rin hoped, was a simple and minimally invasive autopsy.

So far, it seemed Rin had gone by unnoticed, and she wished it would stay that way until she could ensure it wasn’t her going on the operating table this time. The only reason she hadn’t decided to simply back out were the louad noises outside that ensured she’d be stepping out of the frying pan and into the fire. Deciding to give the magus as little a shock as she possibly could, Rin made a vocal effort to clear her throat.

“Ahem, I’m not late now am I?” Rin asked calmly as inside she was rather the opposite, though as usual she wouldn’t allow that to show considering that it might only make her situation worse. If the other rumors were true, coming across as weak was the last thing she wanted to do…

Forcing a smile, she looked over the Icecolle’s “handiwork” diligently. “I-I assume the last occupant forgot to clean up, huh?”

Celenike Icecolle Yggdmillenia

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Passions of a Post-Mortem (Masters Only) Apr 19, 2016 0:52:21 GMT

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Post by Celenike Icecolle Yggdmillenia on Apr 19, 2016 0:52:21 GMT

As Celenike was a bit lost in her work Rin was indeed able to slip inside without being noticed, though as she spoke up the lady would turn to greet her laboratory’s newest guest… and probably its most voluntary one for a very long time. Thankfully for the younger magus, though; the room really was impeccably clean (for once), though the body bags and strap-bound tables were probably warning enough. That smirk on Celenike’s face wasn’t any more reassuring either… ah, but perhaps Rin was right, it was all just a poor reputation! The Yggdmillenia magus was surely just happy to have company... well, that much really was true, wasn’t it?

But, in many ways, Rin was indeed right. Celenike had no ill will in mind, despite her infamy. A job was a job; and it was all the better if you enjoyed it. It just so happened that she enjoyed her job a bit too much. Okay, maybe the creativity was a problem too. But, she got results! ”Well now, the legend that is Miss Tohsaka, in my very own lab. If you weren’t here as an assistant I’d be a lot more excited, but… this is fine, too. I hope I can look into you more personally later, though. I’ve got a lot of questions that your body might answer…” mused the lady, raising an eyebrow idly, before turning back to her work with another smirk. ”You’re probably more useful as-is, though, so don’t get cold feet.”

Looking the magus up and down, Celenike’s smirk would return to her usual cold expression – time for work… and a bit of babysitting. ”The last occupant…? Well, I suppose you could say that.” replied the lady to Rin’s question; her tone as stoic as ever; ”You… should probably put on a lab coat. Gloves too. Oh, and try not to be too loud; I’ll be recording my procedure… unless you really want to be taking it down in writing instead. It’s really not wise; it often gets messy. Though, sometimes my recorder gets a bit mucky if my gloves get too bloody too…”

Leaving Rin to get prepared, Celenike would gently unzip the first of the body bags, heaving the the corpse onto the proper table; body block already in place beneath the chest. The scent of death was unmistakable, even though it was masked under the preserving fluids the body had been stained with – though, perhaps it was simpler to just say the whole room was coated with that scent of the deceased. Stepping aside to pick up a clipboard, Celenike would tap a button on what appeared to be a rather old-fashioned tape recorder, before beginning to speak.

”First specimen… oriental male, 6’ and 176lbs, approximately 25 years old… fourth generation magus, Kobayashi family… recorded cause of death; glass embedded in chest during conflict led to fatal internal bleeding… magus enforcer work…”

Passions of a Post-Mortem (Masters Only)

Post by Celenike Icecolle Yggdmillenia on Apr 17, 2016 3:03:39 GMT

Post by Rin Tohsaka on Apr 17, 2016 6:34:42 GMT

Post by Celenike Icecolle Yggdmillenia on Apr 19, 2016 0:52:21 GMT

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