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Post by masterweaver on Jul 23, 2011 12:08:01 GMT -5
Marbles rolled through his optic attachments, finally landing on a red lens filled with magitech enhancements. He scanned the pony on the table; technically, still alive, though you wouldn't know it by the way he was currently... arranged.
"You have my gratitude for volunteering for this procedure, Vicious Chord. Should it succeed... we should be able to lengthen the lifespan of proper ponies indefinitely."
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Post by viciouschord on Jul 23, 2011 12:38:31 GMT -5
Vicious looked over at him with his one good eye, and replied with a hoarse voice, "I..Fix me... Please..."
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Post by masterweaver on Jul 23, 2011 12:50:38 GMT -5
"I deal in improvements, not repair." Marbles extended the robotic arms from his back, cutting off the damaged organs before removing them. A quick examination of each lump of flesh, and then they were consigned to the trash bin. The scientist tapped a hoof on the ground, and a cabinet rolled up next to him.
"Stomach. Kidneys. Liver. Left lung. Ribs 5 through 7. Ribs 12 through 16. Eyeball."
The object produced a metal device for every word tat left Marbles' lips. He quickly assembled them into Vicious, as appropriate. Then he began to sew up to still conscious pony.
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Post by viciouschord on Jul 23, 2011 12:54:54 GMT -5
Vicious was very glad he couldn't feel anything, compared to the poor mare in the room to the left.
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Jul 25, 2011 0:47:52 GMT -5
There is a knock on the door to Marbles lab, the head of magical weather research standing on the other side.
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