Mortis watched silently as Ashe probed the area vigorously with her shotgun, the telltale signs of anxiety rich in her movements. Mortis retrieved his M1 Garand from the holster he had attached to his back and held it out before him scanning his surroundings as he approached a tree looming high above the group.
When he reached it's vine garbed base he began setting up his private investigation. His rifle was placed to his left against a bark coated trunk for quick retrieval and his doctors bag was laid to rest on his right. Mortis reached deep into the black leather bag and retrieved a myriad of tools: First was his scalpel, next a clear empty vial with a cork in the lid, then came a device that was shaped like scissors but were blunt and finally was a curved piece of glass.
Mortis gripped an emerald coloured vine with one hand and proceeded to methodically coil it around his wrist until it was course and tight. With the other hand he positioned with surgical precision the scalpel hoping for a quick, clean cut. Not to his surprise he had found out that the plant was quite durable and required a more ferocious, sawing approach to sever.
When the vine was cut free he unzipped a pocket in the deepest reaches of his bag, It was lined in a thick but transparent plastic coated in a sterilizing agent. Mortis carefully unwrapped the plant from his wrist, slowly lowering it into the pouch and sealed it with the swift pull of a zipper.
When that matter was dealt with he returned attention to the gaping maw of the cut vine hanging from the foliage of the high reaching flora. Mortis, without looking, reached to his laid out tools of trade and retrieved the scissor like device in his left hand and the vial in his right. He popped the cork, positioned the device around the dangling vine and squeezed tight. As he did a thick fluorescent green ichor oozed out into the clear vial filling it to the brim. Mortis raised the vial to his eye which he complimented with the curved glass, helping him magnify in detail what his normal sight could not see.
After what might have been a minute of two he returned the cork to the neck of the vial ensuring that the liquid inside remained imprisoned and slipped it into one of his pockets.
"Delrath, I need a guard while I work, Interested?"
When he reached it's vine garbed base he began setting up his private investigation. His rifle was placed to his left against a bark coated trunk for quick retrieval and his doctors bag was laid to rest on his right. Mortis reached deep into the black leather bag and retrieved a myriad of tools: First was his scalpel, next a clear empty vial with a cork in the lid, then came a device that was shaped like scissors but were blunt and finally was a curved piece of glass.
Mortis gripped an emerald coloured vine with one hand and proceeded to methodically coil it around his wrist until it was course and tight. With the other hand he positioned with surgical precision the scalpel hoping for a quick, clean cut. Not to his surprise he had found out that the plant was quite durable and required a more ferocious, sawing approach to sever.
When the vine was cut free he unzipped a pocket in the deepest reaches of his bag, It was lined in a thick but transparent plastic coated in a sterilizing agent. Mortis carefully unwrapped the plant from his wrist, slowly lowering it into the pouch and sealed it with the swift pull of a zipper.
When that matter was dealt with he returned attention to the gaping maw of the cut vine hanging from the foliage of the high reaching flora. Mortis, without looking, reached to his laid out tools of trade and retrieved the scissor like device in his left hand and the vial in his right. He popped the cork, positioned the device around the dangling vine and squeezed tight. As he did a thick fluorescent green ichor oozed out into the clear vial filling it to the brim. Mortis raised the vial to his eye which he complimented with the curved glass, helping him magnify in detail what his normal sight could not see.
After what might have been a minute of two he returned the cork to the neck of the vial ensuring that the liquid inside remained imprisoned and slipped it into one of his pockets.
"Delrath, I need a guard while I work, Interested?"
