by Reaver on April 6th, 2011, 8:01 am
”Shall we?” Reaver nodded and made his way inside. It felt darker then it was when he was last here, maybe his eyes hadn't adjusted as properly. ”So, where would you like to start?”
"Where I left off. I had made my note to the exterior, and the adjustments were somewhat moot according to my notes here." The eyes were shifted to the side, strange but not likely to be dangerous, and the neck was longer. Hair seamed to be missing in a couple tufts. On the lower body, the shrinking where the patches of scale are indicates it was attempting to reduce the size of her skin where the patches of scales were growing, but if the process had converted that completely the scales may not have been a major issue. Her nose, much smaller, it would have been very hard to breathe through her nose. Her lungs may need to be stronger to move her heavier chest, but I doubt she died from that given the time from the screams to my arrival. Reaver will hand the other Nuit his anatomy book, hoping it would bring him to the same answer. "From what I can gather on the outside, the process wasn't complete. My point of reference being the black sheet, and what I do know of magic in rings, I'd say perhaps the target moved too much. I'll continue with the inside, and perhaps I'll find a proper cause of death."
Reaver will start by examining the throat, followed by the chest. Pulling a knife from his bag, he made a careful cut along the neck, and pulled away the skin and muscle, examining the interior of the throat for initial signs of death. Her airways were not hindered, that's a good sign, wait, this far down? Her tongue was far too long. Possibly longer then a lizard proper. Well, she would have died swiftly after transformation like that. "Given the time, she would have choked on her tongue, perhaps remove the tongue from the lizard beforehand." After his pause, he continued the incision down her chest, and pulled away everything above the bone, using a few more cuts to make that process easier. Bone structure seams, deficient. Thin, maybe she wasn't properly cared for, as that has made a difference in my notes, but it seams smaller then any I've studied before. This rib, almost too small, and not even supposed to be in there, she has an extra. Perhaps it also tries to adjust the size of the target?
Having taken the time to think, Reaver grabbed a hammer from the bag, putting his knife back a moment. "If I were stronger, this would be faster." Reaver took aim, and used the hammer on each bone along the outside edge of the ribcage on either side. Each bone took 3 to 5 swings, with some variations on bone size. Almost too easy, maybe I should have kept quiet. With his preparations done, he put the hammer away, and took the shattered ribcage out, several bones no longer attached to the ribcage itself. Reaver will ponder the situation within while moving the various contents around. What a mess, even without my notes I can tell this is wrong. Like a body in a graveyard a month dead. Her heart, it simply burst, looks like from massive strain. The lungs are far more decomposed then all but the intestines, and the other organs were in similar shapes. I can't even find her kidneys. "Simply put, her heart couldn't handle whatever strain the process put on her, and her interior decomposed rapidly. Is that a usual effect of alchemy?" Reaver will move the book in the other Nuit's hands to his diagrams of the proper organs, as a comparison.
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