rating for extremely probable body horror. canon is Franken Fran

[chirurgical]

[You can't quite place it, but there's something slightly intimidating about the giant, secluded, Mary Shelly-esque manor. Maybe it's just something about the light. Either way, it's the only shelter for miles, and you're not going to let any sort of pop-cultural preconceptions keep you out here in the storm.

After a few solid seconds of knocking, the doors creak open to reveal a girl, probably no older than her late teens, covered in a network of stitches and surgical scars and flanked by a pair of monstrous manservants. Literally monstrous. One of them has a dog's head, for Christ's sake.

Maybe you should've just kept walking.]

Ah, hello! Can I help you?

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[chirurgical]

I'll have to pick them up soon, then. They won't be in usable condition for long if the storm keeps up.

[Sighing and shaking her head. The things you make her do, Veronica.]

Maybe next time you can let them off with a warning instead.

[stitchedupbodyguard]

[Guess going inside to dry off in the first place was sort of a stupid thing to do, huh. If they're just going to go out again.]

They were making a beeline for the estate, Fran. I couldn't... [Noting her face, Veronica chooses to swallow her words and nods.] Fine, a warning next time.

[chirurgical]

I'm not berating you for doing your job, Veronica. I'd just prefer it if you left them where I could perform the necessary operations.

[If she can't stitch them together into an insensate abomination that begs for death, then by god what good are they?]

[stitchedupbodyguard]

[Clearly this is something that should be reprimended. Not that Veronica would enjoy that very much. At least Fran was seeing her point.]

I... well...

[Would it be fun watching as another abomination against nature was created by her sister's hands? Did she have a choice in the matter?]

I can... lead you to them, I guess. It's really not that far.

[chirurgical]

Please, do. I don't think we've much time to lose.

[no she's not going to change into something more appropriate, why would you think that. a labcoat is still technically a coat.]

[stitchedupbodyguard]

[Fran, you're everyday clothing amounts to thin clothing on top of thin white clothing. Grab an umbrella, or something.]

Alright. [A sigh and a nod to the servants before Veronica steps out into the rain and motions for Fran to follow. A few of the servants will assuredly join them.]