Ordeal's a Deal

by **Inoadar** on August 2nd, 2013, 2:13 am

'Gods, this stinks!' Inoadar thought bitterly, controlling his gag reflex. He had tried heating the bones to the point that he could take scrapings, without it being ash, but nothing came of that. He tried cracking them open, but the marrow he was looking to gain was dessicated to the point of being nothing more than a stain in the hollow of the bone. Nonetheless, he scraped some out and tried as many processes as he could imagine, again, without success.

He had the nagging sense that he was wasting time with simple structural tissue. He moved on to the organs, again slicing and separating different sections based on function, as well as he knew them. But as the day passed, there was nothing gained but a horrific smell that he wondered if he'd ever get out of the place.

No, he knew this was all pointless. He was being overly methodical this time. His educated guess told him that something that didn't prevent a Nuit from transferring, regardless of its condition, was irrelevant to his research. 'All this muscle and bone and sinew...I'm sure it has nothing to do with anything. It is not the reason a Nuit can or cannot inhabit a body. Same with the organs. They don't even USE them, for the most part.'

He knew a Nuit could not go back to a body they'd moved out of. He also knew that the brain was the only truly vital organ to consider. "Sharine's" husband had told him that a body with a nasty head injury was not an option into which to transfer. Technically, the rest of the body could be maimed, but the brain HAD to be in good condition. 'And then once gone, they can not transfer back...It HAS to be the brain!'

There had been something odd when he'd opened the skull to remove the brain. It hadn't occurred to him before. Normally, there would have been a deluge of blood. It not only provides oxygen, it is under pressure enough to provide a cushion. He'd suffered a concussion or two in his life and he remembered being told that they were caused by the brain actually hitting the inside of the skull, due to some impact.

Yet, when he'd cracked the skull and pried it open, the mess was negligible. But the brain had still been quite snug. It must have swollen. He just needed to see if there was some liquid present, and if it was pooled in various cavities or if the tissue itself was swelled with it.

He may not have gained anything yet, but he had narrowed it down, and that was still progress.

by **Inoadar** on August 3rd, 2013, 7:52 pm

He went step by step with each individual process, rather than multitasking several at once. If he found what he was looking for, he didn't want to have the bulk of his remaining sample already committed to a different process and ruined.

First he squeezed a sample through his wringer, taking the fluids and boiling them, both for whatever may rise to the surface as well as to get a litmus sample from the treated paper secured in the path of the steam. He scraped that residue and set it aside. mixing it later with other results, burning the paper as well and mixing the ash. He burned the outside of other samples and then cooked them, only gathering what sweated through the charred outer flesh, doing the same sorts of follow-up processes on them.

He put samples in his spinner, separating different aspects and treating them as well. He found a small degree of hopeful ends in some of his results, but always they were weak, despite what purification processes he put them through. It was possible a good half-pint of the stuff might negate the effects of a pinch of Dark Reaving poison, but that was hardly a practical antidote. It had such a ghastly taste, there was no way someone could get that much down, let alone keep it down. And the effects of the rancid source of the fluid might just as well cause serious food poisoning as well.

But he pressed on, mixing and remixing, adding compounds and enzymes, treating those results, mixing, spinning, blending, knowing there was a source within. He would not have obtained even these meager results if there was not something there. He decided that his results, weak or not, were from varied enough areas that the must be a central source. He did some cross-checking with his notes and determined that the slight increase in strength he found between some of his experiments, indicated that it got stronger as he worked into the core.

He cut in deeper and found matter that was different than the greater coiled tubular looking part of the brain that he'd been cutting up. Also strange was the fact that it looked far more decayed than the part he'd been working on. Decayed, but showing signs of having been recently swollen. He assumed that these must be portions of the brain that controlled the sorts of functions that Nuits did not use: heartbeat, vascular control, respiration, digestion, impurity and infection resistance, and such. And they were leaking some fluid he had not yet encountered, but seen similar aspects of, back into the other part of the brain.

Could this be the source of the slight gain he'd seen in his samples? Was the fluid, present in the unused portions, now leaking back into the rest of the brain? Was this what prevented a Nuit from reclaiming an abandoned body? Did the functioning part of the Nuit brain produce some hindering fluid to keep the non-functioning portion sealed off? This would account for what he'd found so far. After abandonment, this fluid was free to soak back into the rest of the brain, sealing it off as well, but being weak by comparison to what remained in the core source.

His heart raced. There was one way to find out...

OOC - Ino is interrupted. Continues here.

by **Vanari** on November 4th, 2013, 11:11 pm

Inoadar

Intelligence	+1 XP
Subterfuge	+1 XP
Logic	+3 XP
Observation	+1 XP
Poison	+2 XP
Planning	+1 XP
Investigation	+3 XP
Listening	+1 XP
Acting	+2 XP
Negotiation	+1 XP
Teaching	+1 XP
Disguise	+1 XP
Medicine	+1 XP
Anatomy	+2 XP

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