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fallen_senbon (fallen_senbon) wrote in fallen_leaves,
@ 2008-10-30 23:06:00

Current mood:	pleased
Entry tags:	genma, tsume

Eww, What's That Smell? [closed to Genma and Tsume]
[Takes place two days after Just Promise to Keep Your Heart Broken and Empathy is a Good Thing, Right? Early afternoon on the same day as What Hell Is Like]

Genma was really quite pleased with himself as he was preparing to leave the lab. He'd spent weeks perfecting the mix of heavy-metal ions and jellyfish toxins, and had finally arrived at a poison that was swiftly lethal, sufficiently generic in its symptoms for its victims to be mistaken for having died of natural causes, and completely undetectable. He'd summoned a somewhat grumpy Aoshi--his rat with the most sensitive nose--who had declared that he didn't smell anything but the food, and could he please have a plate without the poison now, since he had been called upon when he'd been entertaining. In fact, if Genma would provide enough for him to take back to his guest...

Genma had happily handed over a whole piece of meat, which dwarfed Aoshi's head, and sent his summons back to his date. He'd cleaned up the plate of poisoned stir-fry, burning the inedible food to ash with a jutsu, and soaking the bowl in an acid rinse to be sure no traces of the dangerous substance remained. Then he put away his ingredients and finally, the new poison itself.

He labeled the vial with clear, firm strokes: Poison. Contact and vapor safe. Do NOT ingest. Use standard neurotoxin antidote with chelating agent. Contact Shiranui Genma for more information. Smiled at it as he set it on the shelf next to a few other finished poisons. All in the ingestion category. Inhalants were, unsurprisingly, stored under a fume hood, and contact poisons were double locked in glass containers, on their own shelf. Then he stepped into the airlock, stripped off gloves and lab coat, dumping the gloves in a waste container and the coat into a laundry basket. He'd taken off the oversized glasses that served as eye shields before summoning Aoshi, preferring the risk of accidental injury to the surety of ridicule. So that was that. A quick stop in the men's room to wash his hands, take his ponytail down and put his hitai-ate back in place, grin another self-satisfied grin at himself in the mirror, and he was done with poisons for the day.

Now was chow time. The smells from that test dish had been sorely tempting. A late lunch should still be possible in the cafeteria, if nowhere else. Time to go find some curry!

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fallen_tsume
2008-10-31 01:14 am UTC (link)

Tsume dragged her feet toward HQ, scratching at the bandage on her temple. With great effort she pulled her hand away. Lack of chakra meant everything was healing slower than it should, and her skin was still a mess under the bandages. Her most recent check-up--unofficial, while she'd been visiting Kuromaru--had delievered the prognosis that, within a few years, the scarring might fade.

The missing half of her ear would never regrow. While she'd never been self-conscious about scars before, she wished her hair would hurry up and grow out. She tugged at it absently as if that might help, then dropped her hand to her side.

Bed sounded good, but her room was too... empty, and she doubted Ryouma was in his now. She couldn't go home to her clan; they were all using this mess as ammunition for why she shouldn't be in ANBU. And with half her usual chakra--and that so warped it was almost useless--she didn't think she could take any Pack challenges at the moment. Especially given that her earlier, probably ill-advised, work out had left her weak and trembling.

It was with all this going through her mind that she stumbled into the HQ.

And right into a man.

"Crotchticks, sorry," she muttered reflexively, one hand on his chest to balance them both back. Then the smell hit her, and she yanked away, clamping her hand over the lower half of her face. It didn't help. Now her hand smelled like that. "Bite me on the tail and call me Fido, what have you been rolling in?" Something chemical. Something with a spike of an edge to it, something to poison like napalm was to fire.

She looked up--not too far; she almost came up to his chin--into a face she already knew, glaring at almost gold eyes. Her chakra bristled, feeling disturbingly impotent as it didn't fill the hall but rather just the area around her. "If you've just assigned me back to the hospital, I am going to send my doctor out here to ream you, I promise." Black-faced wolf, she'd spent enough time there!