( closed ) oh, injury

[periastron]

WHO: Alex, James, Six
WHAT: Dead of Knight assignment
WHEN: harvestmere!!! sometime that is gently flexy to work around everyone's assignments, ayyyy
WHERE: Churneau, Orlais
NOTES: autopsy/gore/death, violence, general disaster.

Alexandra is standing in front of a body, laid out on a table in the cold cellar. Even securing the chance to conduct an autopsy had been a battle, one only won because old mate Templar had vouched for it. Seemed like he had to take a lot on faith, doing that, and she hopes to Christ she manages to get something to show for it. Their being here, doing this investigation, seemed to be setting people on edge. She swallows uncomfortably. Biomed, the study of human anatomy, and the aspiration of going to medical school before opting for veterinary science felt a long, long way away.

Just as well the others were searching rooms and getting into looking around, and had been alright with leaving her to do this alone. She wasn't sure she'd be able to do it with someone watching, autopsy on a person. Surgery, that was one thing, the person was living (or, in her case, the animal was living), and even when she'd needed to do autopsies on pets, that was something she was familiar with. This was to do with murder, and trying to keep an army stable during a war. No fucking pressure, or anything.

The room is silent, she's done the best she can to ensure hygiene in less than ideal conditions, and checks the gloves and the mask over her mouth for the umpteenth time as she looks down at the naked body of Dame Ines, and sets a hand on her shoulder. "Hey," Alex starts, voice quiet. "I'm really sorry about whatever happened to you, and I'm really sorry I've gotta do this. I understand it ain't... it ain't really something Andrastians are down with. I wanna find out who did this to you, but. I'm gonna do the best I can."

A little nod, determined, and she exhales slowly as she picks up the scalpel, and starts with the first incision.

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[judgemewhole]

James pressed his lips together as they moved away from the other soldiers. He resisted the urge to glower at all of them suspiciously, and keep the same calm demeanor that Six had upon her face. All of this tasted all levels of wrong, truth be told.

He nods with agreement, snagging one hand around the hilt of his sword as they came around to the back of the tent. He swept his gaze here and there, frowning.

"She could have easily slipped away - is that a trace of flour there?"

[periastron]

It's a rough day for Alex, all around. I mean, don't get her wrong, she loves feeling useful. This is just a bit beyond the point where she feels useful and like she's learning something, and more like she's hitting her head against a wall.

Maybe because there is someone currently hitting her head against a wall, who knows. To her credit, she manages to kick back off the wall and knock the back of her head into her assailants teeth. It sucks for Alex, too, but at least she's not going down without a fight.