[color=ed1c24][b]Camilla[/b][/color][hr]

There were more people she wanted to examine, but she needed to get busy and set up her lab.

That old coot at the head of the table finally announced where they were going to stay, where her lab was going to be. Underground, in a basement where she could have all the room she need. And all the privacy she could ever need.

Scooping up the the head she left on the table, Camilla attached the girl's head to her body, leaving the dumbfounded girl to stare awkwardly at her new body. Turning to the others still there, she spoke with Camilla's voice, looking utterly terrified she could not control her own mouth.

[color=ed1c24]"Ah, thats right. I'm Camilla. Visit me when you have a chance. As the only one who can mend flesh here, it would be beneficial for you if I examined you at your normal state."[/color]

Still cradling her own head, Camilla grinned as she bowed before leaving the hall.

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Moving the last box of tools into the room, she sat back and sighed.

The room was spacious but empty, lacking any sort of furniture or objects save for the boxes of tools, odds and ends for her machines, and the village girl, now attached to the wall. Though, perhaps growing on the wall was more apt. Having had her fun with the girl, Camilla simply attached her to the wall, as if applying a layer of mud to a hut. If the hut was the basement and the girl was the mud that was. As it was now, Camilla had simply left her torso and head intact, and spread the rest on the wall, where it would no doubt grow and spread in time to the rest of her workplace's surface. The torso and head was also high enough to be considered decoration, which was definitely a plus for her. Would a wooden plaque around it enhance that illusion more?

Growing living flesh like this alleviated her need for material somewhat, though the village girl certainly didn't agree with her method. Indeed she had screamed and struggled to no avail, especially considering the only part she could move was her torso and head. At least Camilla managed to find out her name just before she fell asleep from fatigue and shock.

[color=ed1c24]"Matilda..."[/color]

If Camilla manipulated her just right, Matilda could perhaps be very very useful to her. If she wasn't, Camilla could always cut her out and kidnap someone else more malleable. 

Sighing again, she sat down underneath Matilda's sleeping figure, before nodding off to sleep herself.