Private Emergency body swap (Otami)

[Kaguya Mitsuha]

There was only one good thing that came out of the chakra overflow. It had put her working functions in overtime. This being said, it made her thrusters on her feet go at speeds that she is not even used to. More pieces would fall off of her puppet body as she would soar through the sky.

She took note that there has been a long line of civilians from Leaf Village that are making their way to Crater City. Thank the gods that someone had heard the headset call and acted. The right side of her face, eye too would fall off into the dark abyss below as she would fly, urging her to push the thrusters to the limits to make it to the Tinkerer's Workshop.

There would be the only person that would be able to both save her from this along with a previous ailment that has plagued her more than just this night. Eventually, after what felt like an eternity even with the speeds that she was going, she would crash land right at the door to the Tinkerer's workshop and struggle to get up. Looking down with her one eye, she would see that both legs are now fried and broken beyond any repairs.

Mitsuha would struggle to open the door before she would finally open it and speak. Her voice box being damaged made it hard to speak and came out distorted with much static, "Otami!.... Help!..... No time.... Leaf in.... Need body....."

The red glow that surrounded her dress would dull to grey along with her one working eye. There were still a vast amount of chakra that was still in the puppet body that was still eating away at destroying more and more of her body. The original plan was that they would prepare a body that would take about a month. But only a few weeks have passed since their conversation about it. Otami most likely isn't ready, but there is no time for perfection.

Mitsuha knows very well that rushing something like this could bring complications themselves, no telling what will happen with the new body, but they aren't given the chance to wonder about the consequences of rushing an operation like this. "Hu...y" Dammit, now her voice box is starting to give out. She just hopes that Otami can understand the urgency of what is going on to put two and two together.

(continuation of this and this thread)

 

[Ryuu Otami]

It had been a quiet two weeks for Otami.

Despite the fact she was working on a project far beyond the scope of what she thought was possible, it quickly turned into one of those: you were meant for this, kinda things. Setting up the clone vat had been the largest hurdle so far. There was a lot of wires, and learning about electrical engineering on the fly using something called Chakra Crystals that provided more than one road bump. However, after finally getting the math conversion to watts, everything else really fell into place. Tama had left such detailed instructions, the child of the madman wondered if anyone could take this book and start doing heinous things. For not the first time, she realized the gift her father had left was far more important than it seemed.

Following next was getting the actual process moving. Provided with the scroll on Humonculi gifted by Mitsuha, and the incredibly detailed notes on cloning, the nurse had created her own form of humanoid creation. She took the idea of the first, and mashed it with the creation of the second; providing an entirely different creature all together. The notes she had on Humonculi stated that they were humanoids created by removing an entire emotion and giving it sentience. From there they were injected into biological ‘dolls,’ and given parameters. Rarely did they have full free will, or if they did, it wasn’t written down here. Thus, cloning became the key to finishing it.

First was the body. Taken from the near-corpse of Mitsu’s original form, she plopped the DNA into the clone vat wondering if that was really all that was needed. Barely two days had gone by before the lump had become a full embryo, causingthe blonde Wildling for the next few days began to contemplate the meaning of life; and how her father saw it. She quickly understood that despite her superstitions, the child was crossing from the realm of mortal hands to that of a gods’. Not for the first time, her views on the man she was direct descended from had changed again. From awe, to disgust, back to awe, and now on to questioning Mother Suna herself. If a goof like her could do this, with just a little cheat-sheet and some smarts; then what the hell was a god?

With unchecked clarity, Otami now understood why her father was an alcoholic. Some questions were just too hard to answer. A bottle of import tequila on her desk showed her dutifully following in her old man’s footsteps.

Now it was the end of the second week. The body floating in the vat had grown to near completion and was the exact same age Mitsuha’s body was. All that was left was a little more organ development and they would be ready for a flawless transfer. The moving souls part felt like it was going to be easy…but she couldn’t say why. Just knew it.

Then a test of that confidence came barreling through the front door of her rented storage shack.

Otami was mid pull off her 5th of liquor when Mitsu came crashing in, half broken and barely audible. The amber colored alcohol sprayed from her mouth and all over the wall full of research notes pinned to a corkboard. Without hesitation she threw the bottle towards the corner of the room and launched out of her chair so hard it flew from the work desk to bang against the closest wall. Coming to a sliding stop on her knees, Otami’s hand started to reach for the puppet when they stopped suddenly.

Protocol first, stupid, she chided herself. With tempered patience the blonde quickly stood back up, flinging her hair around with hands to knot it into a bun before grabbing a pair of disposable gloves from her desk. Very quickly she knelt back down and started a basic exam but realized half-way through that Mitsu wasn’t human. She swore softly as the patient’s voice box began to fade, begging for help.
“Don’t worry, I’m here,” Otami spoke clearly, a small warble in her voice to betray the spike in anxiety that pierced her confidence. She still needed another two weeks to grow the body to completion!

Hands felt around the supple wood and mechanics, probing with gentle pulses of chakra to look for something organic. She needed the core if she was going to do anything. The tips of her fingers began to tingle as they passed over what she thought was a core, only to roast her entire left palm with ample burning chakra contained within. The nurse screamed in pain before pulling away a blackened hand with muscles so burned they began to curl back on themself. Gripping at the wrist, the Wildling bit her bottom lip and forced her chakra network to send life back into the twisted flesh; the pain continued, but it slowly began to heal. After about twenty seconds, she could move it again.

With stark realization, the Ryuu realized she only had moments before Mistuha not only died, but also probably take a chunk of Konohagakure with her. The overwhelming amount of power that was leaking from her core told the nurse her best bet was to grab the puppet body and hightail it out towards the coast where the least damage would be done; but that wasn’t how a child of Tama did things. A crazy look began to twitch at the corner of her lips as it turned into a grin. She stared at the explosive nuke of a human puppet not with fear…

…but as a challenge.

She ripped off the gloves; one was burnt to a crisp save the wrist anyways. On her desk suspended in a jar of chakra jelly was a piece of special chalk made from a kind of stone that naturally drew nature energy. It had to be placed in a special fluid that kept it from constantly drawing that powerful chakra; Otami smashed it against the desk. Grabbing the chalk, she dropped to her knees and quickly scribbled out a transmutation circle full of lettering not legible to human eyes. She then grabbed Mitsuha’s increasingly still body and dragged the puppet into the center of the circle. With a confident step that belied the situation, the nurse walked to where she had thrown her tequila to find it still a whole bottle and not a shattered mess. Picking it up, the Wildling snapped off the cap and drank through the broken bottle neck, shards of glass cutting her lips before polishing it off. She then reversed her grip on the neck, shattered the base of the bottle, and stabbed herself in the gut. The pain was far worse than she could have imagined, and the 1/3rd of a 5th did very little to numb the awe inspiring pain that pulsed from her abs; but it was an emergency. She needed to open up a direct path to her chakra coil’s center to provide herself as the “bridge” between soul and body. Otami walked up to the clone vat, blood freely pooling at her feet and slowly slithering towards the circle she had draw; it began to glow a venomous red color.

She stared at the glass for a moment, smiling wildly at the situation. The body was a few weeks off of completion. Each week was about ten years worth of energy to boost the clone’s growth. So, by her calculations, that meant she would need to eat at least twenty years of life to finish. A lot to a mortal, but somewhat trifling to a Wildling's long life. Then came the hard part: moving souls to another body.

“Hope you’re ready for this Mitsuha,” she said, through gritted teeth, “It’s about to get a little bumpy.”

Her hands glowed with an awesome, vividly pink, display of power as Otami commanded her chakra coil to start converting her life into energy. Then the flare reduced itself to a simple humming aura as she lifted her hands to either side of the clone’s head, the cool glass of the vat comforting in her madness. The fluid within quickly started turning from green, to a deep shade of pink…