After receiving the summons that morning, it was difficult to keep the bounce out of her step on the way to Keystone Prime. Ever since she had first discussed the potential medical benefits of living steel with the Steward, Yume had been hoping that more would come from the dialogue and was pleased that the matter of analyzing genetics had been extended to her. It was rather morose to note that her joy came at the expense of another but when it came to research sometimes the best subjects were dead ones. She breezed into the facility with a wide grin and prepared for the autopsy ahead of her by pinning back her hair and donning a surgical robe, a mask, and rubber gloves. Little did she know that it would be more of a treasure hunt rather than the dissection she was expecting.
The charred remains were awaiting her arrival, displayed on a brushed steel bench. Inspecting each portion of the individual, she quickly determined that there was not enough useable material to be found on the head, throat, arms, or lower legs. That left the torso and upper legs to be worked with. Taking up a sterilized scalpel, the Mednin would make her first incision just under the rib cage followed by one parallel and across the hips. Joining these two with a third cut, she would open her subject up as a child would open a tetrapak of cereal. Her face would contort with disappointment as she peers into the exposed abdominal cavity to see that all of the tissue had a pale look of cooked white meat. None of this tissue would be adequate for samples and genetic testing. Flopping the layers of fat and muscle back over, she expertly sews the subject closed and moves to her last hope: his thigh.
Starting at his hip, she would slice a four inch long and one inch deep opening to get an idea of how this location had fared. Her grin reappeared with vengeance at the sight of raw flesh within. The deceased must have had something protecting his legs when the fire consumed him. She felt a little guilty for the delight she felt in her findings and decided it would be fitting to thank the deceased for his contribution. Taking a moment she would step over to a small shrine that she had set up in the corner of the morgue. The figure of a young woman, swollen with child, stood with one hand held up with the palm facing out and the other tucked underneath her belly. A small hole in the figure's hand allowed patrons to set incense to honor loved ones, request a blessing of the goddess, or give thanks for blessings received. Writing Tsuchimikado Jin’s name on a piece of paper, she submerses it in a small dish of water at feet of the depiction of Mother Suna and lights a wand of sandalwood incense.
Feeling better after having properly given thanks to the departed, Yume returns to the task at hand by furthering her incision into the man’s thigh, exposing better samples. Once adequate specimens had been acquired from the various layers of dermis and muscle, she would expose the bone, checking for signs that would indicate if the heat from the fatal flame had damaged the femur. Deciding that the samples within would be worth attempting to extract, the Mednin would retrieve a bore to draw the marrow out and garner enough samples to run multiple tests on. Closing the site as she had with the subject’s abdomen, Yume places her collection of specimen into a brown paper bag she had previously identified with a bar code and subject information. Removing the gown and gloves, she would leave the subject in the room for those in charge of coordinating the transport to the mortuary. That was not her concern this time. This time her dealings were strictly those of research.
The dearly departed had the stone skin bloodline. It was hypothesized that if one could identify how the bloodline displayed in the genetic code, one could feasibly replace the inorganic information of stone with that of steel. Hurrying with the samples to the genetics lab, Yume would set to work deciphering the code and report her findings to the team of researchers presumably lead by Takahashi Sousuke as his was the only family with such intimate knowledge of the workings of steel.
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The charred remains were awaiting her arrival, displayed on a brushed steel bench. Inspecting each portion of the individual, she quickly determined that there was not enough useable material to be found on the head, throat, arms, or lower legs. That left the torso and upper legs to be worked with. Taking up a sterilized scalpel, the Mednin would make her first incision just under the rib cage followed by one parallel and across the hips. Joining these two with a third cut, she would open her subject up as a child would open a tetrapak of cereal. Her face would contort with disappointment as she peers into the exposed abdominal cavity to see that all of the tissue had a pale look of cooked white meat. None of this tissue would be adequate for samples and genetic testing. Flopping the layers of fat and muscle back over, she expertly sews the subject closed and moves to her last hope: his thigh.
Starting at his hip, she would slice a four inch long and one inch deep opening to get an idea of how this location had fared. Her grin reappeared with vengeance at the sight of raw flesh within. The deceased must have had something protecting his legs when the fire consumed him. She felt a little guilty for the delight she felt in her findings and decided it would be fitting to thank the deceased for his contribution. Taking a moment she would step over to a small shrine that she had set up in the corner of the morgue. The figure of a young woman, swollen with child, stood with one hand held up with the palm facing out and the other tucked underneath her belly. A small hole in the figure's hand allowed patrons to set incense to honor loved ones, request a blessing of the goddess, or give thanks for blessings received. Writing Tsuchimikado Jin’s name on a piece of paper, she submerses it in a small dish of water at feet of the depiction of Mother Suna and lights a wand of sandalwood incense.
Feeling better after having properly given thanks to the departed, Yume returns to the task at hand by furthering her incision into the man’s thigh, exposing better samples. Once adequate specimens had been acquired from the various layers of dermis and muscle, she would expose the bone, checking for signs that would indicate if the heat from the fatal flame had damaged the femur. Deciding that the samples within would be worth attempting to extract, the Mednin would retrieve a bore to draw the marrow out and garner enough samples to run multiple tests on. Closing the site as she had with the subject’s abdomen, Yume places her collection of specimen into a brown paper bag she had previously identified with a bar code and subject information. Removing the gown and gloves, she would leave the subject in the room for those in charge of coordinating the transport to the mortuary. That was not her concern this time. This time her dealings were strictly those of research.
The dearly departed had the stone skin bloodline. It was hypothesized that if one could identify how the bloodline displayed in the genetic code, one could feasibly replace the inorganic information of stone with that of steel. Hurrying with the samples to the genetics lab, Yume would set to work deciphering the code and report her findings to the team of researchers presumably lead by Takahashi Sousuke as his was the only family with such intimate knowledge of the workings of steel.
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