Pith
something pithy and clever
"Study them, mostly--it's not a perfect method, but it should stop the rate of decomposition enough to take my time getting a better look, seeing what happened."
On very rare occasions he did part with a specimen, but usually only in trade. Working off a full body might allow him a few extras that might interest others, however, so perhaps it might be possible to reap more than his own observations out of the investment.
When Elijah turned his face twisted with mild annoyance, though only briefly--he generally didn't like people messing with his bodies without his leave. However, the indicated specimen overtook his mood with curiosity, and he picked up his long tweezers with one hand and a scalpel in the other. Reaching up to the spotlight, he adjusted the angle so he could lean in close to look at the white tube under better visuals, and pulled at it gently with the interment, finding it didn't budge.
"Not in the slightest," he mused, and reached in to make a shallow incision atone of the points it entered meat, looking to cut just enough to try and dislodge it.
Towards the back, Thom was considering all the ways in which he would express his disgust to the doctor regarding his acquisition, and his absolute insistence they invest in cheaper, disposable, very burnable carts. He never wanted to one off again if it was going to smell that way. Every time he thought it was over, and that he'd rid himself of every bit, a quick sniff would thoroughly prove otherwise. Only once he doused it in the strongest cleaning solution and powder he could find did there seem to be any effect, and eventually he was able to move on to the ally. Quick application of the same cleaning materials to the ground made slightly faster work of the stuff on the cobblestones, but the refuse cart the two had brought it in....
"You lot taking the cart? Or can I pitch it?" he asked, leaning into the operating room where Robert stood smoking. If the answer got complex he'd find the man some paper--Doc had to have some in an operating room, surely.
On very rare occasions he did part with a specimen, but usually only in trade. Working off a full body might allow him a few extras that might interest others, however, so perhaps it might be possible to reap more than his own observations out of the investment.
When Elijah turned his face twisted with mild annoyance, though only briefly--he generally didn't like people messing with his bodies without his leave. However, the indicated specimen overtook his mood with curiosity, and he picked up his long tweezers with one hand and a scalpel in the other. Reaching up to the spotlight, he adjusted the angle so he could lean in close to look at the white tube under better visuals, and pulled at it gently with the interment, finding it didn't budge.
"Not in the slightest," he mused, and reached in to make a shallow incision atone of the points it entered meat, looking to cut just enough to try and dislodge it.
Towards the back, Thom was considering all the ways in which he would express his disgust to the doctor regarding his acquisition, and his absolute insistence they invest in cheaper, disposable, very burnable carts. He never wanted to one off again if it was going to smell that way. Every time he thought it was over, and that he'd rid himself of every bit, a quick sniff would thoroughly prove otherwise. Only once he doused it in the strongest cleaning solution and powder he could find did there seem to be any effect, and eventually he was able to move on to the ally. Quick application of the same cleaning materials to the ground made slightly faster work of the stuff on the cobblestones, but the refuse cart the two had brought it in....
"You lot taking the cart? Or can I pitch it?" he asked, leaning into the operating room where Robert stood smoking. If the answer got complex he'd find the man some paper--Doc had to have some in an operating room, surely.