I was working on things, such as some late Valentines shit, a commission and another art for fic trade and then the facebook roleplay happened. Have some psychotic Medic, psychotic Tentamedic and was-a-Tentaspy-then-he-wasn't-now-he-is-again Spy. Is this even allowed to go in here I don't know, I don't want to make a useless single post thread over in roleplay. --- It had been a while since he’d flayed someone’s flesh from their bones. With some difficulty Korbinian and Daniel had managed to capture the struggling Spy again and pin him down to the metal operating table, the leather manacles biting into his skin as he kicked and screamed in an attempt to get loose. Daniel prepared a sedative drip feed while the human Medic laid out his instruments, checking the sharpness of the blades before he turned back to Guilleme. The poor Spy looked like he was about to cry. “Don’t do zhees to me again, S'il te plaît.†Korbinian could have mistaken it for begging if he didn’t know the Spy so well. No, he still had his pride. The first prick of the intravenous drip made Guilleme flinch. He knew that feeling, could remember it from the hazy days spent on a cold metal table, just like this one as a similar bustle of similar people performed the same operation. It wasn’t just the same operation though; it was the same doctors, only more experienced, older. This time they knew what they were doing, even if their horrid grins were the same. Daniel let one of his own tentacles stroke the Spy’s cheek as his movements became less and less lucid. They only had so long to perform the operation, if they took longer than twenty four hours to remove and graft the new set of legs and he died, respawn would save his ‘work in progress’ state and he’d respawn, or at least half of him would. With the powerful sedative in his system, Guilleme couldn’t kick, couldn’t shout, couldn’t stop Daniel from undoing the clasps on his legs as Korbinian set the scalpel against his hips. He’d feel this. Oh how he’d feel this.