#eternalverani

[incentivuscarus]

I'm probably one of the only people Valera wouldnt kill with her spines.

[immortalaquarius]

Surgery.

You were spreading the last batch of bleach over the operating table, wearing your gas mask and scrubbing intently. You stow away the chemicals, and adjust the neck brace and pad to her height. Good. You look over to your utensils, waving a hand over them slowly, before smiling happily. You cast an eye over to the jar containing her eye, still in the custom fluid, designed after her blood so it won't be rejected. Her new arm is in the same fluid, though it was in an open top vat. You're already wearing your purple surgeon's scrubs, as you tie your hair back, and put on your cap, going over to the sink to wash your hands thoroughly. You wanted this to be perfect. There were five white candles forming a pentagram around the room. The flame they emitted, burned white. If you unfocused your eyes, you could near see the circle and star inscribed on the floor, the operating table in the middle. This was a perfect meshing of magic and science. After your hands were cleaned and dried, you donned gloves and hit the intercom with your elbow.

"Enter wwhenevver you are ready VValera."