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[color=8a9a5b]Location:[/color] Hall of Ancients, Strange Academy
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The more Jake spoke, the less he made sense. Barty exhaled slowly through his nose as frustration quickly began to set in. Pulling out another cigarette and lighting it as he took a long drag and let the smoke sit for a beat before finally exhaling it out. What he desperately wanted was a drink, but he doubted anyone here would be happy if he started drinking as they tried to solve something. He continued to mere near the statue when suddenly he stopped. Turning to face Jake before taking another hit of his cigarette. [Color=8a9a5b]”Are you attempting to tell me that your magic was allowing you to communicate to the statue on a deeper level as if you yourself were within the stonework as well?”[/color] 

It was clear Connie had her own methods, and Barty wasn't going to stop them. But in order for their covenmate to feel for Connie's magic, he'd need to interact with the statue once more he'd reckon. He doubted his memory was good enough to recall and distinguish a new set of magic amongst all those who've tried. Then there was the fact that Croans was in there. [Color=8a9a5b]”I don't suppose you happened to know who the fool is personally then? I suggest your magic wasn't found there due to a recent siphoning. No.”[/color] There was a connection but Barty didn't know what. Someone who had been alive much longer than him, could he have known the person depicted here? Or whoever had sent it as a gift?

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[color=00f0ff][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Franklin[/center]
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Frankie had already begun to dig into his bag, debating between needing a thicker needle to draw out the sap or simply finding something that could tap Rohan similar to how one tapped a tree. He paused in his search as Rohan said there was no need, Frankie's eyes looking up in curiosity as he head remained fixated to facing the bag below him. He hadn't expected someone to think like him, work like him. This would make these discoveries all the more fun. A major part of him wondered if he could experiment on the pieces that Rohan shed. See how they reacted to similar treatments that he'd done on flesh. Quickly the conversation shifted from trees to gushers to a heart. Not too unlike a gushers really. 

“If we're looking for what each person can create, a heart may be the best bet. Between your metal working, Rohans wood working, and Finley's use of blood magic, I daresay we could make an anchor yet. We'd need to have the left and right sides created separately but with the same dimensions.”
 Franklin pulled out a notebook and began sketching out several designs. One had the Right Atrium and Ventricle systems, the other had the left of the same, it showed the Vena Cava's, Aorta, and flow of blood with arrows. They had the same dimensions, and cut off fairly short to allow for a third piece not shown in the diagram and the final drawing was how they fit together.
“Rohan and Annika each pick a side, left or right. Use your medium of choice alongside your design but make it thin enough that it can bend and breathe like a heart should. Might be easier for Rohan with his magic but we need to combine all our talents for this. The two sides will fit together like a puzzle, Finley will use their magic to bind us to the blood within or whatever it does, and I will supply the motor for which these pieces will pump and flow, as well as the connecting channels, albeit much shorter than what's found within our bodies. It'll be an infinite loop. Simple and Clean.”

He looked around the room as he spoke, checking amongst the items laid before them to aid them in their creation. Franklin mentally cursed to himself when he did a lap of the room and saw there were body parts to speak of. No flesh or muscle, no arms or legs, nothing to make use of. Sariel certainly wouldn't allow him to leave the area to gather some either, and as Rohan said, time wasn't on their side. So he made his way back towards his bag, pulling out several surgical tools, gauze, and bandages along with disinfectant and the such. Franklin took the sharp knife in his hand with the precision of someone who'd used it many times before. It was an extension of himself, of all the cadavers he'd worked on. This would be much more simple than his usual work.
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He pressed the knife against his forearm, slowly and methodically making its way down his arm and insuring he didn't hit any veins along the way. A merely superficial cut to flay the skin off a wide section of his arm, exposing the muscle and sinew beneath it as he disposed of the flesh within a class jar.[/hider]
 He quickly went to work, disinfecting and bandaging the wound before wrapping it up in a cloth to hide what he had just done. 
As he rolled the cloth bandage around his arm he began to speak again. 
“This will be my contribution. My organics. It'll make it easier for the anchor I assume as well, given how close it is to me.”