Kurotsuchi Mayuri likes test subjects (black_soil) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-11-13 14:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, mayuri kurotsuchi |
Who: Mayuri Kurotsuchi
What: Playing with science and serums
When: Recently
Where: SRDI, Buena Park CA
Rating: PG13 for testing stuff on himself, fleeting mention of past tests on lab animals
Status: Narrative, Complete!
In the dark hallways of the Shinigami Research & Development Institute in Buena Park, there was the same ominous dripping and dim lighting, that had seemed to be a bad design decision as far as comfort levers went. The skeleton staff of employees had long since gone home. The place was still rigged to blow and expel enough poison and toxins to drop an army, to protect any trade secrets that he had contained within it's walls. On the downside, it also kept some of the experiments from escaping. On the upside, most of the toxins were toxic to several varieties of invasive plants or wildlife. Thus proving that - even if he was viewed as sadistic or insane - Mayuri Kurotsuchi was still helping, somehow. Helping...by being manipulative with chemicals and surgical instruments.
It was what he did, best.
Actually? It should be amended to say he was selectively helpful. Onions, being utterly vile and repulsive, had to go. But that was a whole other project in progress, that could bubble on a backburner for a while longer. And the toxins would pretty much wipe out everything else along with the invasive insects, et cetera, but beggars shouldn't be choosers.
In the meantime, genetics and surgical procedures were things that Mayuri was particularly fond of. He enjoyed snipping and sewing, and sometimes he forgot the anesthetic or the pain killers. But how else would one be expected to gauge relevant field responses, when such things aren't available? So that meant there were piles of little limbs from various creatures, and various creatures that finally had replacement limbs. Of varying shapes and sizes, and varying bone density. Some limbs were better than others.
Once one group of lab animals were considered ‘perfected’, he would move on to a new genus. He would start over specifically for their body type. He would rework, renew, restore. He continued on, until there was only one last test needed, to make sure the serums were complete: humans.
Oh it wasn't so bad. He’d tested on plenty of humans, even the ones with special powers. He remembered enough through his dreams to be unconcerned for the most part with anything past the traitor Aizen and Gin, whom he thought lazy and stupid, to begin with. He knew enough to let Gin know, he had his eye on him. That way, they would be wary of one another, and that way, if Gin tried anything to throw off the balance of things - that which Mayuri often kept in flux, even by cruel measures - then he would take care of Gin, himself. And Gin didn't have a laboratory or science, at his disposal.
The science from his dreams, his experiments, and his test subjects - living and dead - fueled his waking hours, now. It was after he had bested that fool Szayelaporro and opened his laboratory to take all the data, that Mayuri had taken every ounce of information regarding self-renewal, as well as all the information regarding Hollows and Espadas. That allowed him the last pieces he needed, to finish this regen serum and apply it in a modern sense. Even if this world was that which Mayuri considered primitive by the standards he was accustomed to.
Those thoughts danced like anime sugar plums through his mind as Mayuri was chopping off his finger with some snippers, for the second time. Without painkillers. Without localized anesthetic. While hooked up to countless machines to monitor every aspect of his vitals. He was doing it for science. And because he knew if it consistently grew a second finger again, as agonizingly painful as it had when it sapped out the bone and muscle of his hand to reform the first amputated finger...that he was truly onto something. Something spectacular and that the military might use, someday, once they got clearance for it. The medical implications of it would be astounding on the battlefield. He would be very, very, very rich because of that.
The serum helped too, in his dreams, in battling two foes. The principles of matter manipulation were primarily the same, but he needed only unlock the coding on a genetic level, to manipulate the building blocks from another species. Those building blocks were being pulled out of his body to form a brand new finger, even as he sneered and hissed at the coagulating blood as it bubbled and spurted, gradually forming a pink goo that was soon a new finger, with a baby soft fingernail at the end of it. But it was there. Even if it hurt to move it, straight away, it was there. It was almost an hour of pure agony, the sort that made one want to pray to die when the reformation process was at it's peak and that ebbed away to a dull roar that would be gone in another hour.
It was time. Time for a test on a larger scale. If he chopped off his own arm on purpose, as had happened to him in his dreams with that quincy pest, then it would be hard if he had to remix the formula. It would be difficult to inject the necessary supplements if he should need more of them, and he didn't trust any of his bumbling employees with the knowledge of what he was doing.
He needed to bring in his prized test subject. At least to run some prospective tests, before the actual operation took place.