I Was A Kaleidoscope[Evan]

If there was one thing Evan was good at it, it involved mud, bones, brushes and forceps. His sandy brown hair was in a mess with flecks of dirt here and there and a very prominent outline around his eyes where his goggles lay. "Ah, would you look at that." A huff of mist crept from his lips as he uncovered a small bone that belonged to the metacarpal family about the size of his own hand. A voice came from above the pit that was getting deeper and deeper.

"Evan! What are you doing? You're supposed to be at a meeting right now, I... I can't believe this. Come on." The girl with midnight black hair reached down and helped pull him from the grave site. "You were supposed to be there five minutes ago, and I don't think there is enough magic in the world that could clean you up. I suppose it's best she sees the real you." With that, Integra led Evan back to the castle, bone and all. "Well, go on I'll be right here when you're done." Opening the door she ushered the boy in, leaving a small trail of mud behind him.

With small shuffling footsteps he stared at the bone in the light of Charlotte's room. "Chamomile." It was out in a whisper before deciding to sit down in a chair, mud and all. Whether or not he was prepared for this visit was beyond the scope of his mind, as he even forgot that he had to be here. There was nothing in his mind that he would let anyone in on unless they were really close to him, and those people who existed were far and few between.

Brushing off the dirt from this specific bone he inspected it, still trying to date it. After the humerus was found he worked he way down through the forearm and finally he made it to the hand. Standing up he went to the sink that was located in this room and crouched down before a cabinet opening up and grabbing a bottle of bleach and a pair of gloves, followed by a search for a bowl that would fit the bone. "Perfect." Going back the the woman's desk Evan set up shop and started by pulling out his brush and cleaning the bone meticulously of all dirt. Flipping the goggles over his eyes, the boy was lost in his own work.

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Kara gave me permission to god-mod Integra just a wee bit.

Hands moving swiftly over the seemingly large bone, but in comparison to the rest of the ones he had found it was tiny. The light in this particular spot was the best he could find, but it was still poor. Peeling off one glove he clicked a lamp on that was closest to him and continued to work. Setting the fragile bone down lightly, Evan opened the bottle of bleach and poured a small amount into the bowl before drowning the solid object. Looking up as it soaked Evan removed his goggles. Blinking lightly he wasn't exactly aware that the girl before him was supposed to be examining him, but as he looked on his cheeks began to gain a small pinkish hue, even through all the muck.

"Minotaur..." Voice barely filling the air around him, the boy peered into the dish as tiny flecks of dirt came to the surface. Evan hated when bones were dirty, it was the worst thing in the world and once the thing was clean and sparkling he would be happy. Eyes scanning the room now that he had time to sit, it took about twenty minutes for the chemicals to do their job and settle in. His eyes began to itch and burn from being awake at such an early hour, but with the gloves in place the chemicals Evan had to result in making weird faces and scrunching his nose. Trying to will the sleep away he looked down into the platter once more.

Swallowing, the boy found it hard to talk while holding eye contact with the woman before him. Instead he kept his eyes level with the surface of the desk. "It's a metacarpal from the left hand of a very old Minotaur. He passed of old age at the edge of the forest. Earlier this week I found a rib and the humerus, it's my goal to piece him together. Uncle Rod is going to be terrified when he comes into the bedroom and there is a Minotaur standing there." Evan let out a weak laugh before looking into bowl again. With his forceps he turned the piece of hand over with a little click and continued to look down at the table.

Nervousness started to creep in and he crossed his legs at his ankles. Rocking his feet back and forth, Evan had no idea what to talk about, what to say or how to approach any subject, so instead he pulled out a small case from his pocket and opened it up on the desk to reveal a skeleton of a sparrow. The bleach from the gloves was already starting to do a number on his jacket, but Evan was none-the-wiser. Pulling his dragon bone wand out, the boy tapped the skeleton without any words and it lifted into the air putting itself together. Rubbing his nose with the sleeve of his jacket, Evan let the skeletal bird flap it's little wings in the air before him as he watched.

"No, if you pay attention to the faults and lines within a specific type of bone you can judge how old the person it was attached to. I've gotten three bones from this Minotaur so I've narrowed it down. There were only fractures and gashes because of how long it's been dead. Judging on how deep it was underground I would have to say that it's been dead for quiet some time and with the lack of skin and fur." Evan had a sick fascination with death, but his interest lay in bones themselves. "The human body is much more fragile than that of a Minotaur, our skin is soft in comparison. So going off of what I know about the human body from my books, immediately after the heart stops beating, all of the blood in the system will stop moving. Depending on the direction the body is laying the blood will pool in the lowest possible area, you know, how water does.Neurons die within a couple of minutes, but skin, skin on the other can take anywhere from days to weeks."

Evan looked up at the woman with somewhat of a smile. This fascination with the body was from before he found the bone. Ever since he was younger he always wanted to be a physician at St. Mungos and he did everything he could in his power to do well in his studies. That hadn't changed even through the mental break-down and changes. Evan Rosier was near the top of his class, but no one wanted to partner with him, not because they were afraid of him, but because he freaked out if something went wrong. The boy was a control freak and he didn't even know it. On top of the nervous habits and anger when things were blown out of whack he never had homework. Taking a breath he looked up at the bird and continued talking. "Bacteria that live in our intestines will soon multiply and grow taking over and destroying the abdomen and internal cavities of our digestive system, but not only that they go further. They're like little tiny crows, they eat everything." Stifling a laugh, his quiet voice filled the room once more. "The pancreas is the first to go, they hold most of the digestive enzymes, that's partly how you can tell how long a body has been dead. It's amazing how we decompose from the inside out. Everything thinks that the skin will disintegrate before anything else leaving the organs of our insides for the scavengers of the night. They're wrong."

Shaking his head a little he watched the bone wings flap in place as the small sparrow just hung in flight. This was what he did when he didn't want to talk, busied himself with they constant bone movement and fluttering. Birds were by far his most favorite creature. They were calming and very beautiful when alive. Evan wasn't a dangerous person, he was actually far from it, even though his mental state would make someone think otherwise. "Within a few days insects come quickly, they can smell the rot of a body. They lay eggs in openings of the flesh, like your nose or your eyes. I've seen it happen it's really interesting. Last summer there was a deer that died in the woods behind Mannfred and Agatha's house, i just live with them and sometimes they feed me, but I just let them be. I offered to pay them rent, but they refused." He nodded matter of factually on the matter before continuing his explanation about the human body's stages of decomposing. "Anyway, maggots will hatch from the nose, ears, eyes, mouth and other unmentionable parts of the body, when they hatch they start to eat away the flesh. By now the body smells so bad, it's horrible, The skin starts to look all holy, some books say like cottage cheese, but it looks much worse than that. After about ten days the liquid from your insides start to leak into the soil and attract more and more insects every hour. Surprisingly the body could feel warm to the touch and it is said that they could possibly feel alive even, but that's a myth I tested it, but I advise you not poke a body that is bloated. It's disgusting and it can explode."

His eyes never met hers as he spoke, instead his eyes were locked on the bird. "I have twenty-seven of them, but there are close to forty one. This one is my favorite it is a Montifringilla ruficollis, or a Rufous-necked Snowfinch." Breathing in he snapped back to his explanation about the body. "In about fifteen to twenty days the exposed parts of the body that have yet to be consumed turn black, and then it begins to dry out close to fifty days after death. Since the body is too dry maggots can't feed on the tough flesh and that is where other bugs start to grab the reins. The human body can last up to a year with hair depending on conditions, and the bones can last forever. It takes longer for Minotaurs, this one has been dead for quite some time as I've yet to find anything other than bone." His shoulders shrugged, eyes catching Charlotte's for a moment before he looked back at the bone that was soaking in the bleach. 

"I rebuild all of the skeletons I find, if I don't find all of the bones I usually make something else out of them." Evan's voice was barely a croak in the silence and awe of the room. Letting the bird continue its action he reached into the bleach, sleeves starting to change from black to sort of orangish color. Most of his clothing was ruined and Rabastan would make dyes to fix them all, that was a perk of having a fantastic potion master for a father. Shaking the bleach from the bone it started to turn from a yellow color due to dirt to a very bright white. "You should have seen the humerus I found, it was almost as long as I am tall." A smile came to his lips, when the subject was interesting Evan Rosier could talk without any lapses in memory, but when he was bored his mind sometimes began to wander and his speech would become broken and incoherent. Dabbing the bone clean with a towel he had snatched near the sink he looked it over and flipped his goggles back over his eyes. "I was wrong, this is from the fourth finger on the right hand, fascinating."

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Sorry it's so long! I was just on a roll!