She raises her own right hand and flexes her fingers. There is a slight discolouration of the skin is all that gives her own graft away.
"No miss you will remain entirely alive, or as alive as you are now. The hands you chose will be reposed, permanently reposed so they will remain as they are even as the rest of you ages. All I ask in turn is the hands you will no longer need."
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Kierisen looks the girl's hands over, nothing that it's hard to tell they aren't hers. She considers for a moment and then decides.
"I will come find you when I have found a proper candidate. As a lady of taste, I must find the right fit of course."
"I will come find you when I have found a proper candidate. As a lady of taste, I must find the right fit of course."
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((haven't forgotten about this, just waiting to see how an idea pans out before deciding which direction to go finding a 'donor'))
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Kiera's first stop is the prison, walking the cells she looks for the good candidate. A young woman who is charged with theft of something valuable, or multiple counts, who still has two lovely hands that are near the same size as her own.
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Kiera, armed with knowledge about making the donation of tissue legal, continues to search the prison for a viable candidate, but also extends her search to the lower wards and hive. She looks for any young women who are close to her in size, and who are begging for food or money. Someone that looks desperate enough to give an arm and a leg...a hand and a hand, for enough gold to feed their family for life.
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((Going on the assumption, correct me if I'm wrong, that Kiera has had time to find some hapless young woman that needs money more than wanting her hands, or more likely a prisoner who's sentence of losing said appendages can be made to be appropriate I've got two paths to look at))
Pound of flesh/pile of gold
If Kiera finds a young woman among the Cage's extreme poor that would consider donating her hands in order to feed her family for the rest of their lives she would take said woman to the Guvnor offices to write out a contract and have it signed and witnessed, stating that the woman cannot back out once the deal is done. There can be no criminal charges brought against Kiera, demands for more money than initially agreed, or request to return the appendages once turned over to Kierisen's possession.
Poor unfortunate soul, an eye for an eye afterall
If she finds a young female criminal in the prison, convicted of multiple counts of theft, or is a repeat offender of such crimes, she'll make a case through the chain of command that loss of the woman's hands is a suitable punishment and request the appendages be turned over to her to study in the course of her private practice as a physical therapist.
Pound of flesh/pile of gold
If Kiera finds a young woman among the Cage's extreme poor that would consider donating her hands in order to feed her family for the rest of their lives she would take said woman to the Guvnor offices to write out a contract and have it signed and witnessed, stating that the woman cannot back out once the deal is done. There can be no criminal charges brought against Kiera, demands for more money than initially agreed, or request to return the appendages once turned over to Kierisen's possession.
Poor unfortunate soul, an eye for an eye afterall
If she finds a young female criminal in the prison, convicted of multiple counts of theft, or is a repeat offender of such crimes, she'll make a case through the chain of command that loss of the woman's hands is a suitable punishment and request the appendages be turned over to her to study in the course of her private practice as a physical therapist.
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((sparing the grizzly details))
Kiera found her assignment, to punish a young thief who had yet to learn her lesson, much to her advantage. After reviewing the report to make sure all was in order she marched down to the cells to see to the prisoner. Seeing the young, most likely teenage, tiefling in the cell Kiera was momentarily taken aback. She covered her chagrin by looking over the file again. The girl reminded her of herself.
Stop it, Kiera said to herself. The girl is a criminal, and most likely using her tears against me. Kiera looked the girl over again, and inspected her hands. They were lovely, unmarred, soft...perfect for her needs.
If the girl is a victim...perhaps she will find her way to me and I will repay her loss with a new life...
The punishment is carried out with merciful efficiency. Both hands removed as punishment for the girl's inability to keep her hands of other people's belongings. The appendages are quickly frozen after removal with the use of a basic divine cantrip, and the girl's wounds are healed to prevent her death. That was not her sentence. At the end Kiera took a moment to crouch near the weak girl, brushing her hair from her face.
"Now love, your sentence is carried out in accordance with our laws. If you wish to never be used, never be a victim again come seek me out and I will teach you to be more than this," Kiera looks at the girl with sincere desire to help her overcome her lot in life. In the end the mercykiller takes out a bag of trade tokens, several hundred jinx worth and tucks it into the girl's bodice. "Here, so that I never see you back here again. This should feed you well into the future."
The unresponsive girl is dragged away by the guards, to be released following her sentence.
Once the girl is gone Kiera carefully places the hands in a bag and rushes to the mortuary to meet her contact. The girl seems pleased with the offering and goes to prepare the tiefling appendages to meet Kiera's desires. Metal nails, as long as those of a high class lady, but retractable to make them practical. Something she can sharpen to a razor's edge if need be.
The girl returns after an hours work and guides Kiera to a table, where the mercykiller places her hands firmly, flat on the dirty wood.
"Here, you might want to bite on this, it will be brutal," the girl hands Kiera a dirty rag.
The scarred woman takes the cloth and clenches it between her teeth, only so that she does not bite through her tongue. Then it begins. The pain is both excruciating and exalting. Kiera has not felt such trauma in quite some time, and her body reacts with mixed emotions of horror and passion. Unfortunately her body also fails her and she collapses to her knees and blacks out.
She is not conscious to witness the magic procedure that grafts the new hands to her brutalized wrists, but when she comes to, with the aid of a bucket of cold water, lancing pain and numbness draw her mind right to the small, delicate hands that she now has. They are slightly off color from her own skin, but she figures that will pass. The metal nails respond as she had hoped, though with quite a bit of pain shooting up her arms. That too she expects will pass.
The girl leaves her to recover, after taking Kiera's old hands off to their vault. The mercy killer leaves the mortuary, carefully flexing and moving the numb fingers at the ends of her arms. The sensation is strange, and she relishes the pain for as long as it will last. With a smile she imagines all the new possibilities before her.
Kiera found her assignment, to punish a young thief who had yet to learn her lesson, much to her advantage. After reviewing the report to make sure all was in order she marched down to the cells to see to the prisoner. Seeing the young, most likely teenage, tiefling in the cell Kiera was momentarily taken aback. She covered her chagrin by looking over the file again. The girl reminded her of herself.
Stop it, Kiera said to herself. The girl is a criminal, and most likely using her tears against me. Kiera looked the girl over again, and inspected her hands. They were lovely, unmarred, soft...perfect for her needs.
If the girl is a victim...perhaps she will find her way to me and I will repay her loss with a new life...
The punishment is carried out with merciful efficiency. Both hands removed as punishment for the girl's inability to keep her hands of other people's belongings. The appendages are quickly frozen after removal with the use of a basic divine cantrip, and the girl's wounds are healed to prevent her death. That was not her sentence. At the end Kiera took a moment to crouch near the weak girl, brushing her hair from her face.
"Now love, your sentence is carried out in accordance with our laws. If you wish to never be used, never be a victim again come seek me out and I will teach you to be more than this," Kiera looks at the girl with sincere desire to help her overcome her lot in life. In the end the mercykiller takes out a bag of trade tokens, several hundred jinx worth and tucks it into the girl's bodice. "Here, so that I never see you back here again. This should feed you well into the future."
The unresponsive girl is dragged away by the guards, to be released following her sentence.
Once the girl is gone Kiera carefully places the hands in a bag and rushes to the mortuary to meet her contact. The girl seems pleased with the offering and goes to prepare the tiefling appendages to meet Kiera's desires. Metal nails, as long as those of a high class lady, but retractable to make them practical. Something she can sharpen to a razor's edge if need be.
The girl returns after an hours work and guides Kiera to a table, where the mercykiller places her hands firmly, flat on the dirty wood.
"Here, you might want to bite on this, it will be brutal," the girl hands Kiera a dirty rag.
The scarred woman takes the cloth and clenches it between her teeth, only so that she does not bite through her tongue. Then it begins. The pain is both excruciating and exalting. Kiera has not felt such trauma in quite some time, and her body reacts with mixed emotions of horror and passion. Unfortunately her body also fails her and she collapses to her knees and blacks out.
She is not conscious to witness the magic procedure that grafts the new hands to her brutalized wrists, but when she comes to, with the aid of a bucket of cold water, lancing pain and numbness draw her mind right to the small, delicate hands that she now has. They are slightly off color from her own skin, but she figures that will pass. The metal nails respond as she had hoped, though with quite a bit of pain shooting up her arms. That too she expects will pass.
The girl leaves her to recover, after taking Kiera's old hands off to their vault. The mercy killer leaves the mortuary, carefully flexing and moving the numb fingers at the ends of her arms. The sensation is strange, and she relishes the pain for as long as it will last. With a smile she imagines all the new possibilities before her.