"I did. But even such Darkness can be guided, with a light enough touch." Lexaeus agreed. The pants and undergarments were whisked off quickly enough, set aside to deal with later. Even as they talked, Lexaeus turned away to give his hands a quick dousing in alcohol, snapping on a pair of disposable gloves and opening a drawer to fetch a syringe of anesthetic. It only took a moment more to find a scalpel--anything else they needed, Even would be returning with shortly. He could hear the echo of returning footsteps even now, growing closer by the moment. Zexion had always been best at deftly manipulating such Darkness and negative emotions, spinning webs of deception and illusion and cunning charisma until he had maneuvered people exactly where he wanted them to go.....
Then again, his illusions only very rarely had direct consequences that were quite so viscerally real in and of themselves, which was why he was pushing to begin with. Lexaeus turned back to the table, sliding the syringe into Xaldin's neck and giving him a flat look as he injected the anesthetic. No time to bother with wiping the injection site down, with the situation this urgent--the needle was sterilized, that would probably be good enough. It might dull the pain somewhat, as it started to kick in, but it wouldn't be doing its job until Xaldin was truly unconscious and they could work freely. "I think you could have, if you didn't realize it was truly a shared body, or if you didn't know that your actions would have consequences like these. Anything you can tell us would help, Xaldin, no matter what it is or who caused it. We can only do so much to help you if we're going in blind."
Lexaeus set the syringe down next to Xaldin's pants--inexcusably careless behavior in a surgical setting, in most circumstances, but this was an unusual case. So long as there were no sudden, significant movements, it wouldn't take long to perform the basic cuts to free these things; with one hand working the scalpel, and the other free to hold Xaldin down or move him as needed, he could probably take care of this initial stage himself. He offered a simple warning before he started making the incisions, more to give Xaldin a moment to brace himself than anything else. "Hold still; I don't want to cut any deeper than I absolutely have to."
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Date: 2015-10-01 05:10 am (UTC)Then again, his illusions only very rarely had direct consequences that were quite so viscerally real in and of themselves, which was why he was pushing to begin with. Lexaeus turned back to the table, sliding the syringe into Xaldin's neck and giving him a flat look as he injected the anesthetic. No time to bother with wiping the injection site down, with the situation this urgent--the needle was sterilized, that would probably be good enough. It might dull the pain somewhat, as it started to kick in, but it wouldn't be doing its job until Xaldin was truly unconscious and they could work freely. "I think you could have, if you didn't realize it was truly a shared body, or if you didn't know that your actions would have consequences like these. Anything you can tell us would help, Xaldin, no matter what it is or who caused it. We can only do so much to help you if we're going in blind."
Lexaeus set the syringe down next to Xaldin's pants--inexcusably careless behavior in a surgical setting, in most circumstances, but this was an unusual case. So long as there were no sudden, significant movements, it wouldn't take long to perform the basic cuts to free these things; with one hand working the scalpel, and the other free to hold Xaldin down or move him as needed, he could probably take care of this initial stage himself. He offered a simple warning before he started making the incisions, more to give Xaldin a moment to brace himself than anything else. "Hold still; I don't want to cut any deeper than I absolutely have to."