[log] Noisy Black Part Two - Surgery [closed]

[snowblindmods]

Characters: characters participating in the noisy black event
Location: An office building.
Date: Night 260
Summary: Medical treatment.
Warnings: body horror, body trauma, medical horror, psychological trauma, THE SURGERIES WILL BE PLAYED OUT HERE, please note specific warnings in the subject lines

Please create your own top level for each surgery to be played out.

Comments

cw lacerations; knives; loss of limb control; body parts sewn to other body parts; dissociation*

[thewarningafter]

[Hours pass and night comes unseen and unknown, and Stephen begins to think, stupidly, that this is all there's going to be for today. He's hungry, famished even; he's never been one to skimp on rations when they're available and his stomach, at least, is eager to tell him that it's been a full day now since he had anything but the water from his cell's sink. He's starting to doze despite himself, nodding off where he sits against the wall, when the first of the cloaked figures arrives.

Stephen is one of the first whose cell is approached, and he pushes himself to his feet, all sleepiness gone as he slips into a defensive stance, wary eyes on the person before him.]

I'd like to have a word with your interior designer.


[*expected overall warnings for this thread; additional warnings to be added later as needed.]

[fifty]

[America, looking at Stephen through the bars, barks out a laugh.] Yeah, it's kind of boring, huh? I'd totally do a better job if I decorated. Don't tell anyone I said that. [He'd add a bunch more prophet symbols! He speaks like this is a friendly meeting, and with his tone and his posture, he might actually think it is.] So, you're first on my list. Ready to see some new scenery?

cw injections also I missed that one

[thewarningafter]

[Stephen furrows his brow at him. The voice is familiar, maybe, but he can't place this guy. He doesn't trust the brightness of the greeting -- how could he? -- but he makes an effort to keep his own body language non-combative. It's not a great effort; he's all but coiled like a spring right now.]

All -- okay, alright. New scenery, I could go for that. What's the plan?

[He hangs back, still watching too closely for someone who's entirely agreeable with...whatever this is. He's waiting until he's out of the cage to make his move.]

CLOSED to Joker and Karkat

[keepscalm]

[England's mannerisms as he approaches the cells of his sinners are businesslike. His back is straight and his gait is brisk; his purposeful approach looks a bit more menacing with the aid of the hooded black cloak he wears.

He first approaches the Joker to take him off. Karkat only comes once he has brought the Joker back. He greets both in the same way, though:] Come now. We've got some work to do.


[ CONTENT WARNINGS for Joker's thread: skinning, body horror, uncanny valley, numbness/sensory deprivation

CONTENT WARNINGS for Karkat's thread: injections, severe burning, organs, bone sawing

content warnings will also be put in the subject lines as they appear in the threads! ]

[harlequinofhate]

[Well this is unexpected.

Joker eyes England as he approaches and once he's at the cell door he draws back, standing in a corner.]

Naw, I don't think I will.

[keepscalm]

[England rolls his eyes (though the hood makes it a bit hard to tell) and makes to open up the cell.] Of course you're going to be difficult.

[quadrangle]

[Karkat's seen the cloaked figures coming and going just beyond the bars of his cell, heard the screams of those taken away and the eerie quiet of those who return. He's been trying to keep track of them (everyone has come back, right?), but wedged in the corner as he is, his mental record is fragmented at best.

[It's only a matter of time now. He doesn't know what he'll do when it's his turn.]

[The anticipation is awful enough in itself, but Karkat wishes it back when some asshole he doesn't know stops outside his cell. "Work?" What fucking "work?!"]

Please don't.

[It's not what he'd meant to say (wishes he could have said), and suddenly frantic, he scrambles to an upright position and presses his back flat against the wall, eyes darting around for an escape. The ablution block? Under the guy's arm? He doesn't fucking know, why hadn't he bothered training for this?! The man under the cloak isn't an imperial drone, doesn't come even close to resembling one, but he'd known something would come for him eventually. The fact that there's no culling fork in his hand seems the opposite of a mercy.]

Please, just let me go. Let all of us go, I can't—

[Tears flood his vision, but he doesn't reach up to wipe them away. He can't move, he can't do this, and he's becoming increasingly certain that even dying pointlessly in Meenah's army would be better. Anything but this.]

closed to Enoch; cw facial mutilation, body mutilation, and broken bones

[fanboyascended]

[ Billy was trying to stay alert in his cell, but eventually the need for rest wore out and he dozed off leaning against one of the back corners. He's a light enough sleeper that he hears movement in the hallway, though, and wakes to stare up at the figure in the black cloak.

It's not someone he recognizes, and he tenses, looking around the figure and toward the door. Maybe he can make it -

He tries to spring from a seated position and dash around Enoch for freedom. ]

[warriorscribe]

[Only the black hood is up, but there's a second cloak, brown, visible beneath his follower's cloak. It may have told someone else who it is who is taking Billy away, at least.

When he tries to escape, Enoch holds out a hand to catch him on his arm, grabbing him by the back of his gown with his free hand.]

Oh no, please don't run. We're doing all of this for you, after all.

Closed to Rhys. cw: limb removal, vague(?) mentions of spine/brain stuff, eye gore

[warriorscribe]

[Enoch would look ridiculous, in two layered floor-length cloaks, his old brown one beneath the inky black of the follower's cloak. He would, if his face in its hood's shadow wasn't too calm. The smile Enoch gives him would be a more welcome sight if not for the horror around them. He definitely knows who he is.]

Rhys. [It's a warm, soft greeting, out of place among the various noises of distress coming from the surrounding cells. He offers his hand, giving Rhys a chance to come voluntarily.] It's your turn. Come along, now. I know you'll make an excellent follower.

[headjacked]

Enoch...

[ He almost takes the hand, almost, but pulls at the last moment and presses himself far, far as he can go. Cyber-arm pulled defensively in front of his body. ]

Please, you gotta - you're not really one of them, right? Pleasepleaseplease don't be, we need help.

[ It's babble, terrified and stumbling. ]

Closed to Sylar and Mycroft.

[darkincrement]

[Sylar]
[ He approaches the cell with ease, already know exactly where to go and who to pick up. Placing a hand on the outside of the bars to look over the one chosen. ]

Not exactly what I had in mind for our first meeting, but what the Prophet wants... [ Opening the door and gesturing for Sylar to follow. ]

Hurry up. We have work to do.

(( CW: Amputation and Craniotomy (cutting hole into skull and removing part of the brain) ))


[Mycroft]
[ After he helps Sylar back into his cell, his attention turns to the next one. Approaching Mycroft's cell to conduct the next punishment. ]

Hurry up. We have much to do.

[ While he may have shown a little bit of friendliness towards Sylar, Mycroft gets none of that. It's all business as he opens the door. ]


(( CW: Torture, Nail Removal, and Eyes. ))

[holmesice]

That's really not necessary.

[So they've come. Mycroft tries to stay towards the back of the cell, ready to fight his way out, but he feels...weird. Sluggish. Slow. The fight in him was starting to feel muddled.]

[termineur]

[ The kid's coming to him. Damn, there were a lot of kids here. He narrows his eyes at the new arrival, unsure where the familiarity's coming from for a moment. ]

...Vanitas? Hey. And what does the prophet want?

[ He stands up and walks out...and keeps walking towards the closest door. Is he cooperating or trying to saunter his way to an exit? The world will never know. ]

CLOSED to Castiel and Beckett; content warnings listed below

[averytinyparticle]

Castiel

Hiya, Mister.

[His face may still be covered in bandages from his own accidents, but that doesn't stop him from having an almost cherubic-like smile on his face as he reaches Castiel's cell. He reaches his small arms up and opens the door, standing in it expectantly.]

Let's go, okay? I'm gonna do my best to help you!

[So he steps aside, giving Castiel room to walk out of the cell.]

Beckett

[Beckett doesn't get the gentle, cheerful greeting that he gave Castiel. He stands outside the door for a moment, appraising the man inside, but doesn't make to open it just yet.]

Your turn. Are you going to follow quietly or are you going to be difficult?

((CONTENT WARNINGS: body modification involving wings sewn into the skin, injections, hearing loss, tooth trauma, skinning, forced loss of sight through blindfolding, bone shattering.))

cw: body modification, forced restraint, injections, hearing loss

[godsspeed]

[ Castiel makes no move to fight when Quark comes for him. By now he's seen others much more determined than himself try to throw themselves upon their captors only for all the fight and fury within them to go out like a guttering candle flame. The message is clear - this is not something they can resist. And even if it was, Quark is a child. He doesn't think he could bring himself to raise a hand against him even if he could.

He rises from his seat on the floor and follows Quark out, weary and resigned. He knows what's waiting for him. ]

What am I to be helped with?

cw skinning, teeth nastiness, blindfolding, bone shattering, buckets of blood

[bookofnope]

[To say that Beckett is going to be difficult would be a gross understatement.

He's somewhere conveniently in the middle of the queue, seen some go, and one or two return. And even without that, he has no illusions whatsoever about what is waiting for him. He's seen others fight and fail, too, but that is hardly going to stop him. The Beast is so close to the surface he can practically feel it under his skin, that blind red self that knows nothing but survive survive destroy.

He crouches at the back of the cell like a cornered animal, snarling wordless at Quark, daring the small boy to come in for him. Is he going to be difficult? Why don't you come closer and find out.]

closed to Magenta; cw shattering bones, sewing body parts together, sensory alteration

[fifty]

Hey, guys! Busy night, huh? [America is cheerful when he walks into the room with the sinners--he was cheerful the first time, and his mood doesn't seem to have soured now that he's here for round two. He glances at Stephen, checking like a doctor doing his rounds, before stopping at Magenta's cell.]

Okay, dude, you're up!

[himalayanyeti]

[Magenta saw Stephen come in--vaguely, at least, not quite paying attention (not wanting to pay attention) to the specifics. He does recognize America, though, and appears all the warier for it. If this man is capable of something like that...]

I think I'll pass on this one, darlin'.

[He stays pressed against the back wall, refusing to make that first move.]

[Closed: House, Davesprite] content warning at top of tag and reiterated prn

[equal_shots]

Content Warnings for House's Thread: Eye horror, wounds, scalpels, sutures, bleeding, pain/torture, limb dislocation, bone fracture, limb binding, tongue horror

Content Warnings for Davesprite's Thread: Eye horror, wounds, scalpels, sutures, bleeding, pain/torture

[Kid is the second smallest of the converted and is not particularly menacing at a distance when he heads down to the sinners--barring the ominous luminescence of his golden eyes that peek out from beneath the hood of the cloak when he stands outside the cell of those two unfortunate to be under his care.

From up close, his gaze isn't cold, but it is the calculating stare of a young god on a mission. Eyes who are seeing far beyond the man before them as he unlocks the cell in concentrated silence.] Let's not waste time here.

[rubikscomplex]

[After seeing the torture and horror inflicted on other people over the course of the night, House's heart all but stops when he feels weakness overcome his body. And then there are footsteps. House drags himself into the attached bathroom to put as much distance between himself and the bars as possible. He even takes off his hospital gown and fumbles with using it to tie one of his wrists to the plumbing.

When he hears Kid's voice, he calls back sarcastically:]

Ah, c'mon and live a little, Kiddo. We've got all night. Come in and have a chat with me. We can sing Kumbaya. It'll be way better than anything you've got planned.

[He doesn't like being naked, but it's unavoidable with his set-up. The papery hospital gown is only tied loosely, but it's more psychological defense than anything. He tried to fight back. That's enough.]

additional particular warning for skinning + reattachment of skin elsewhere

[mrcreamsicles]

[Davesprite is absolutely not the first to be taken, and that's been enough to put dread in him. Each person to return has had something horrifying done to them. He can't sleep like this. He doesn't know what he's supposed to do. Practice walking still? He's hungry and tired and stressed; it's far from the optimal situation to aid his under-practiced sense of balance.]

[Speaking of which, it isn't Davesprite as he normally is that Kid will find in his cell. His loss from his recent death has removed his spritehood, rendering him utterly human: pale, blond, and red-irised, complete with a set of legs where for the past three years he's had a long tail.]

[It's a weird thing, too, being caught without his sunglasses. His whole posture is stiff, and his expression locked flat and smooth but for his eyes. It's so easy to keep a poker face when he has those hidden and only has to keep his lips level; as it stands, there's no way to hide the fear in his gaze now. He doesn't look away from Kid once, and can barely even dare to blink.]

Nah. You know that thing called a sense of balance? Somebody busted mine.

[By now he's wound up sat on the floor at the back of his cell, too horrified by what's been happening to try to pretend he has the focus to relearn his legs at all. He doesn't move one inch closer.]

cw: tongue mutilation, limb amputation, limb mutation, torture, blood drawing, animal torture

[armoured]

[Al is determined to help out with making the others see the right path, he's always wanted to help when people found themselves on the wrong path and now he finally has a direction for it.

He heads to the cells to collect the people that he's been assigned, first Royce and then the Cat. He stops outside the cell and waves cheerily.]

Hey, lucky you, it's time to go!

[bywolves]

[ Royce doesn't respond much. He curls up where he is, sitting up pressed against the bars, eyes closed, and doesn't move. He's tense, though, anticipating. ]

cw: the animal torture and blood drawing are in this one

[absentconstellation]

[ The Cat rises obediently to his feet and stands in front of the door. He fully intends to run the moment he's given the opportunity. ]