welsh
Junkmaster
Ibis and Wally operate
OOC- Here's a little about Ibis.
ICC-
Ibis had stayed and watched Wally operate until he had to get back to his own work. The bodies had begun to pick up an odor.
For the two days he'd been out. During that time the Tabis PO meatwagon had continued to bring bodies. Most of the bodies had no one to claim them. Those that did would be given a proper funeral. A hall would be rented, a grave stone marked and a grave dug. Then on the chosen day, the body would be buried.
The others would be taken for pauper's burial. Normally, one of the many derelict buildings would be broken into, the cellar covered with lye, and more lye would be used on the bodies. Then, when either the cellar was full or a week had passed and the smell was too obtrusive, the bodies would be torched.
For this the Tabis PO paid a small fee. It was enough to get by.
Ibis would hire hands as needed to help. He was getting too old to dig the grave. A stone cutter from Tabis would cut a grave stone if the grieving parties had enough to pay for it. But he still handled the bodies.
Wally had explained the procedures needed. Because of the reaction of ghoul to human blood some of the organs would have to be removed and preserved. Others would have to be replaced. The generator was still humming so Ibis had the needed refrigeration, and the hybernation that Grimm's body had slipped into would help preserve it. But the ghoul blood had necrotized some of the other organs, and these would have to be replaced.
Ibis had watched Wally as he had opened the skull and removed the brain, being extremely careful to keep the brain alive and awake. Other organs had quickly followed. Soon the eyes were in individual jars, pointing in strange directions as if cross-eyed.
Ibis was impressed with the mastery of Wally's control of a scalpel and had listed to Wally. The old ghoul had consumed more medical knowledge than three lifetimes, and his knowledge of both ghoul and human physiology was unmatched. Even so, he had never experienced anything like Grim's condition before.
The meat wagon had brought in a load of other fresh bodies which Ibis quickly inspected what he needed. There were no claimants, again, so no one would miss anything. Using a wheel barrow he carried the bodies he needed into the room before working on them.
Fresh, they had to remain fresh, if only for a little while. Some tissue could be repaired, other was lost forever.
Wally had said that one of the virtues of the ghoul blood was that because it was infected by FEV, many of the complications of adaptation to new tissue would be avoided. But he still had to work fast.
First, from the body of a drunk he removed a suitable liver. But when he sliced it open he saw that it was too diseased. He brought the scaplel to his mouth. No, it didn't taste right either. Another drunk had been disembowelled. Pity, he had nice intestines.
Still, some of the lung tissue was suitable. Appendix? No, that's not needed. But let's not forget the Thyroid, shall we?
Of course some would have to adapt. The skin, the skeletel bone structure...
Unconsciously Ibis began to whistle pleasantly while he worked, a man comfortable in his trade. It was an ancient song, that he used to sing first to his wife, then his children. Had some one sang the song might have been "Fly me to the moon, and let me play among the stars. Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars. In other words hold my hand. In other words darling kiss me ."
And so Ibis worked, quickly, for the next few hours, removing Liver, Spleen, lung tissue, Kidneys, bits of intestine. He let his mind wonder as his fingers worked their magic, and on occassion, snuck a quick bite in. Each organ removed was placed in a jar filled with preservative, and when finished placed in refrigeration.
Wally, hearing the old man whistle came in to watch, pointing out certain organs and making suggestions when needed. Ibis was efficient and quick, yet seemed to show courtesy, perhaps a gentleness to each body. He was a natural artist of a morbid trade, and when he ate it was as natural as a chef sampling his own creations. Wally had learned from Ibis, and the two shared many secrets.
Ibis smiled at Wally, as Wally pointed out that a certain Pancreas should be kept. Practically a whole new body you'll have, Mr. Grimm.
OOC- Here's a little about Ibis.
ICC-
Ibis had stayed and watched Wally operate until he had to get back to his own work. The bodies had begun to pick up an odor.
For the two days he'd been out. During that time the Tabis PO meatwagon had continued to bring bodies. Most of the bodies had no one to claim them. Those that did would be given a proper funeral. A hall would be rented, a grave stone marked and a grave dug. Then on the chosen day, the body would be buried.
The others would be taken for pauper's burial. Normally, one of the many derelict buildings would be broken into, the cellar covered with lye, and more lye would be used on the bodies. Then, when either the cellar was full or a week had passed and the smell was too obtrusive, the bodies would be torched.
For this the Tabis PO paid a small fee. It was enough to get by.
Ibis would hire hands as needed to help. He was getting too old to dig the grave. A stone cutter from Tabis would cut a grave stone if the grieving parties had enough to pay for it. But he still handled the bodies.
Wally had explained the procedures needed. Because of the reaction of ghoul to human blood some of the organs would have to be removed and preserved. Others would have to be replaced. The generator was still humming so Ibis had the needed refrigeration, and the hybernation that Grimm's body had slipped into would help preserve it. But the ghoul blood had necrotized some of the other organs, and these would have to be replaced.
Ibis had watched Wally as he had opened the skull and removed the brain, being extremely careful to keep the brain alive and awake. Other organs had quickly followed. Soon the eyes were in individual jars, pointing in strange directions as if cross-eyed.
Ibis was impressed with the mastery of Wally's control of a scalpel and had listed to Wally. The old ghoul had consumed more medical knowledge than three lifetimes, and his knowledge of both ghoul and human physiology was unmatched. Even so, he had never experienced anything like Grim's condition before.
The meat wagon had brought in a load of other fresh bodies which Ibis quickly inspected what he needed. There were no claimants, again, so no one would miss anything. Using a wheel barrow he carried the bodies he needed into the room before working on them.
Fresh, they had to remain fresh, if only for a little while. Some tissue could be repaired, other was lost forever.
Wally had said that one of the virtues of the ghoul blood was that because it was infected by FEV, many of the complications of adaptation to new tissue would be avoided. But he still had to work fast.
First, from the body of a drunk he removed a suitable liver. But when he sliced it open he saw that it was too diseased. He brought the scaplel to his mouth. No, it didn't taste right either. Another drunk had been disembowelled. Pity, he had nice intestines.
Still, some of the lung tissue was suitable. Appendix? No, that's not needed. But let's not forget the Thyroid, shall we?
Of course some would have to adapt. The skin, the skeletel bone structure...
Unconsciously Ibis began to whistle pleasantly while he worked, a man comfortable in his trade. It was an ancient song, that he used to sing first to his wife, then his children. Had some one sang the song might have been "Fly me to the moon, and let me play among the stars. Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars. In other words hold my hand. In other words darling kiss me ."
And so Ibis worked, quickly, for the next few hours, removing Liver, Spleen, lung tissue, Kidneys, bits of intestine. He let his mind wonder as his fingers worked their magic, and on occassion, snuck a quick bite in. Each organ removed was placed in a jar filled with preservative, and when finished placed in refrigeration.
Wally, hearing the old man whistle came in to watch, pointing out certain organs and making suggestions when needed. Ibis was efficient and quick, yet seemed to show courtesy, perhaps a gentleness to each body. He was a natural artist of a morbid trade, and when he ate it was as natural as a chef sampling his own creations. Wally had learned from Ibis, and the two shared many secrets.
Ibis smiled at Wally, as Wally pointed out that a certain Pancreas should be kept. Practically a whole new body you'll have, Mr. Grimm.