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In a busy warehouse in the morning hours amidst the bustle of busy sailors and warehouse workers a tall pale woman stood, hair of crimson and a dark cloak adorned loosely upon her shoulders. Hoisted upon her shoulders was a large box, just one of several which contained her belongings. Not only had her laboratory been destroyed but the rest of the school had been damaged during this period of great upheaval. While she still had a dorm to rest in she really didn't have a place to call her own within this city anymore. Any privacy she previously had claim to was more than thoroughly spoiled, leaving the purpose of hiding moot. Hence, it was time to pack up her belongings and shelve them for the time being.

Each step spoke of the sheer weight of her approach as she carried her belongings to the zone she was allotted. She placed the one hundred and thirty six or so kilogram crate into the empty spot next to the other five she had already placed, setting it down with remarkable control for something so heavy. Standing back up she turned back towards the entrance, her last crate of belongings now set away to linger in anonymity like so many other things stored here. Of course, someone so tall lifting so much hadn't gone unnoticed by the various workers who were also busy moving crates to and fro, nor had her scant garments below the cloak which had hung like a cape from her shoulders whilst she had worked.

[b]"Eh, she might be a giant but she's a might finer sight than the prostitutes 'round 'ere."[/b] She overheard one commenting to his co-worker as they passed. [b]"P'haps if you're into mountain climbing."[/b] The other replied to the former, followed by some rough guffawing from the two. She paid the idle comments of those around her no mind. She'd been tuning out the words of those spectating her since she was a child. This was nothing new.

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Having drawn her cloak back around herself in full she walked down the rubble strewn streets, gravel and debris grinding below her bare feet. Hers was not the only home that was damaged, the chaos brought about by the upheaval having taken it's toll far from just the tower itself. Many homes and businesses now had to undergo repairs. A number were now also sans an owner as some were killed in the violence, however many wasn't something she had been tracking. Still, it did mean that there was possibility for finding new housing. She contemplated discussing the matter with Xiuyang as she walked. It did bring to mind that Xiuyang hadn't spoken with her in a while. While she was naturally reclusive Trypano had made no effort to avoid her. Perhaps there was something involving her condition she was still trying to keep from the world. She was more than willing to seek a cure for it in the book she was promised but alas they still had yet to cross that bridge.

Turning the corner into an alleyway Trypano continued down out of sight, stepping into a doorway to her left. Using binding to open up the floor slab she slipped below into a discrete tunnel which led down into a sewer line that crossed under this specific area, closing the path behind her so no evidence of her passage remained. Continuing through the dark passage she made her way along until she was finally below her destination. Emerging in a similar manner to how she descended she closed the path behind her, placed on her mask and then used a combination of her binding and chemistry knowledge to cleanse the detritus that clung to her cloak and stuck between her toes. A simple execution removed all the stench from her person, leaving her veritably scentless. In exchange she then lightly coated herself with a conjured perfume which smelt of freshly baked bread. It was a delightful scent that was not too strong nor too alluring but rather brought about feelings of home's comforts and a light tease to hunger.

Turning a corner she found her way to the door to the usual spot for their blood magic classes. She stepped through the doorway, scrutinized by those tasked to watch the entry as she made her way in. Even despite their guises some of her fellow students were no less recognizable than her here such as Johann, Sven or Maura who it seemed has come down with some sort of injury or malady. Others she knew were attending but couldn't accurately pick them out from a mere glance such as Xiuyang and Kaspar. She knew better than to discuss personal matters here anyways, it would be a faux paus to out each other's identities through casual conversation just in case authorities were listening in.

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As the course of the lesson went on they listened for the day's lecture before presenting their own works in progress. Trypano walked up to the dais at the end of the room, having been slated to be presenting her work that day. Standing there before the crowd she stood, waiting stoically as the room's focus gradually centered on her. It was time.

[color=crimson]"Fellow colleagues and of course our esteemed teachers, I stand before you to present to you the progress I have made in the fields of both blood mark energy communication and limb animation."[/color] She opened her presentation, standing before a table which was prepared ahead of time for the operation she was about to conduct. [color=crimson]"As you all well know blood marks are capable of taking in energy and converting it and/or redirecting it as per their design."[/color] She then unveiled her arm from below her cloak which revealed two parallel rings installed upon her arm, up along the bicep, in the form of crimson marks, intricate lines woven throughout the pattern within the rings.

[color=crimson]"What I am attempting to do is create marks that can convert both blood and impulses from our nerves into energy which will then be transmitted into the receiving mark and converted back into their original states. With this I should be able to sever a limb such as this arm-"[/color] She gestured to her arm that's presented. [color=crimson]"- And not only will it continue to survive while removed from it's host body but I should be able to retain full control over it. Observe..."[/color]

A concentrated silence grew ever deafening as people watched on, ever concentrated on Trypano's demonstration as she was about to sever the limb. All eyes were on her, there was no backing down from this now.

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She was able to cleanly sever the limb, yes. It flopped onto the table like a dead fish, no signs of life to it yet. The blood that would be bleeding from either stumps were frittering away, the material being broken down and passed into the limb and back. [color=crimson]"And now, time for the limb to receive it's commands."[/color] She announced to the room of spectators. Despite her professional air however she knew that something was wrong. She was willing her arm to move as though it were still attached and yet nothing was born of the effort.

[color=crimson]"Ah. J-just a hiccup! It definitely worked in the tests. Just gotta..."[/color] She leaned over the still inanimate limb, pouring over the mark she had set. [i]It should be transmitting properly![/i] She fretted internally, studying the pattern to her mark with great intensity. [i]Why!? Why now is it not performing as expected?[/i] Her mind screamed back at her, the stares from the audience now boring holes into her as she fumbled to recover from this technical error. As she brought her stump near to the ring around the separated limb she saw a couple of fingers give an errant twitch, a sign that the marks connected, if only briefly for an intermittent spasm.

[color=crimson]"Ah, a-as you can all see it does connect! There may be a [i]slight[/i] issue in the transmission distance but it really is proof that these types of blood marks can allow for remote control of connected parts!"[/color] As she spoke she was now desperately trying to wind down her display, bringing the arm back up and re-attaching it through binding. Still reforming all the connections within the arm she started hurrying off the stage, trying badly to mask her embarrassment. If she could have she'd of fled the classroom to find some abandoned space to review what went wrong but seeing as class wasn't dismissed yet she instead found herself a corner to keep herself until they were dismissed.

Even if she possessed enough temporal knowledge to simply disappear as she now strongly desired there was no escape from this absolute failure.

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