Kurotsuchi Mayuri likes test subjects (black_soil) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-01-04 16:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, mayuri kurotsuchi, oliver queen (green arrow) |
Who: Oliver Queen, Mayuri Kurotsuchi
What: Some deal makin's!
When: Recently, before the big When Uber Sentinels Attack! and just after the wishes wore off. Byebye bunny detonator! Hello useless bunny pez dispenser. :(
Where: SRDI
Rating: Medium for any potentially creepy cute, a few needle pokes to test sensitivity on a fingertip, and fruit shaped (and scented) gas bombs.
Status: Complete!
Mayuri had torn his lab apart, pretty much frightening all of his personal assistants into leaving for the day, and sending Red Dye #666 all over his worktable. It ran in sickly streams of candy apple red over papers and ipads and broken glass, landing with bloody looking droplets over the white tile floor. There was the faint smell of burning hanging in the air, as well as the vague aroma of antiseptics. It was just enough to cause eyes to water, without tears falling.
All of this chaos was caused by the fact that his detonator...the one from his dreams, the delightful happy bunny head that one pressed down on to make people and things go BOOM...had turned into a disappointingly common pez dispenser.
BAH! WISHES FOR THINGS FROM DREAMS WERE UNFULFILLING. He would be forced to create his own detonator now, on top of all the other projects he had going on.
Angrily, Mayuri snatched up the detonator...err..dispenser...pushed his thumb down on top of it’s head, and nearly snapped it off the base when it flipped out a tablet of candy. He popped it into his mouth and gnashed his gold plated teeth down upon it, like he was chewing on the dried up shrunken head of one of his greatest and most hated enemies.
“TCH! This tastes of strawberry flavored chalk!” He threw it so that the bunny pez landed against a wall and broke in two pieces. Then it was back to work on making things chemically go BOOM or being unable to move, because who doesn’t like to test a little paralyzing nerve serums with a wear-off timer, now and again?
“Strawberry chalk is never good.” Ollie commented, from where he’d poked his way inside. “Sorry, I’m probably interrupting and am now subject to some kind of horrific experimentation process, but I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d drop off your retainer. And a couple of the arrows I’ve had show up.” He frowned a little, eying the explosive one. “This one is probably my favorite but...it’s kind of weak. I mean it only blows up things like toolsheds.” He explained with a little grin. “I was hoping I could pay you to take it to destructive.” Yes, he’d said that. Oh boy.
Mayuri almost threatened to shove some cyanide capsules into The Irritation Factor's mouth and then sew his lips shut, but something caused him to pause and consider what blabbermouth was saying. Instead of being angry, the scientist let out a soft, cooing 'ooooo?' noise of sheer curiosity, sitting down after he smoothed both hands down over the front of his robe, showing off one very long blue fingernail among the other shortly cut blue fingernails, all set on painted and powdered white hands.
"Destructive, you said? Here, let me look at it, closely. I will need to scan it, and then I can create something truly impressive." Mayuri wagged a hand out, palm up, for the arrows, looking a little too gleeful at the prospects. He was definitely going to enjoy working with Ollie, he decided, because it only takes two rich nutcases and a science lab to make arrows go boom. Or worse.
What? It's not like he was giving it to a criminal or the likes? ... ... ...actually, Mayuri wasn't sure if Queen was a criminal or not, but it was an opportunity for science with chemicals and that wasn't to be wasted. It made his golden hued eyes roll in their sockets with glee at the mere thought.
Not a criminal. Yet. A half crazy vigilante who had secret ambitions of blowing up a major jewelry storefront though he probably wouldn’t actually do it, and would save the arrows for major issues that he was called in to help deal with, sure, but those weren’t mutually exclusive. Mildly insane? Oh definitely.
Ollie handed the arrow over with a huge grin. “I’m not exactly sure what it’s supposed to do. Physics shouldn’t work that way but...it has. And it was kind of fun.” Nothing over the top, but still. Barton had been really ticked off too, which was a bonus.
“I’d demonstrate but that doesn’t seem like a great idea in here. Too many delicate things.” Delicate and freaky, Ollie thought, but well, he’d probably already witnessed the worst Mayuri had to offer, so he wasn’t exactly worried the way he had been when he’d first come here after all. “So I’ll just let you scan and see instead.” Glee! This was gonna be amazing when it happened.
Oh no, it got worse. Mayuri simply had some excellent clean up methods for those late night, everyone's gone home, experiments. Nothing like testing on legally obtained cadavers! More people really needed to give their corpses to science, especially after organs were harvested. The left overs were really quite useful.
"A scan will let me see the inner workings and improve upon them." He set to work immediately, eyes wide and glassy as he looked them over, and even opened one up with eager fingers, his hands able to work very well, despite the fingernail that was nearly as long as the finger it was growing from. "Hmm, where did you come by this? It might be modified. I could destroy a building much larger than a toolshed. Much larger, indeed."
“It’s from the dreams actually.” Oliver told him. “I don’t use these much there, more for distraction than anything else.” In the dreams, he tended to be a bit more...whimsical about his arrow usage. He was more likely to use them to pin someone to a wall or to create a getaway. It worked there but... there was also the problem of things going on here.
“It’s cleaner in the dreams though.” he added. “I mean the real world needs...bigger. Other threats and such.” He wasn’t going to spill any beans about what the agency had had him do before, but let’s just say that something really explosive would be useful.
"I see," mused Mayuri, tapping his fingernail against his chin, as he smiled and looked at the scan on the screen. "You will need something that, should this go wrong, it is guaranteed to be destroyed in the explosion and not leave much traceable evidence at all. I have the chemicals I need on site to provide you a few test versions at varying degrees of explosive power. But...."
Mayuri stood up, his white lab robe billowing around him as he moved, his shoes leaving little bloody colored prints behind him, as he walked through some of the Red Dye #666. He motioned for Ollie to follow him through an open doorway.
"I have been working on a paralysis chemical under development. It wears off naturally, but if it could be included in an arrow, then it would be useful. Against criminals." That was all he had ever used it against, anyway. Invaders into Soul Society. People they had been ordered to stop, to kill. "It will not block pain, only interrupt the neural pathways to whatever limb or digit it touches. Would you care to try it for yourself? On a finger, perhaps?"
Mayuri turned to smile at Ollie. Every tooth glittered gold - just like his eyes - in the dim light of the neural serums testing room. It wasn't the most welcoming sight ever, seriously.
The bloody colored prints were creepy, and Ollie followed them, much like you followed those animal footprints some zoos had leading you to the elephant exhibit or whatever. He felt sort of like he was wandering into some kind of bizarre labyrinth so it worked, really. Red Dye #666 looked creepy and he found himself wondering exactly what it would do if HE managed to stray into any of it. Creepy.
“Against criminals is good.” he said, nodding. “More in line with the stuff I do out there.” Deadly was needed for things like that alien threat but if he wanted to do more Green Arrow stuff here, even he had to admit that he should look into non deadly options. He nodded slowly at the paralysis idea. “That’s useful.” he said, nodding. “You get somebody robbing 7-11, you don’t necessarily want them injured or anything, just stopped. Trying it...” he paused, considering that option. “Okay, yeah, might as well.“ If Roy could trust Mayuri to grow a whole arm, he could trust him with a neural blocker. Probably. “As long as we leave the good fingers alone.” he joked, looking for a good place to set his hand.
"I was considering it's usefulness at stopping terrorists," Mayuri was saying, taking out a very small syringe with a thread-thin needle. "Particularly of the sort that require interrogation. The total effect can be...mentally intimidating."
Of course, Mayuri knew it didn't cut off any of the pain, only the use of said limbs. It was much like a stab from his sword was capable of doing to his foes. All of the mess from an opponent, but none of the fuss. They were his to do with, what he wanted. Including being dragged back to the lab for testing. Or dissection. They sang like birds after the first cut or two, if he'd let them go.
He never let them go in his dreams. Why waste a perfectly good test subject?
Mayuri took hold of Ollie's wrist and jabbed the needle into the tip of his pinkie finger. It wasn't even a full dose and the effect would wear off within the hour. He hoped.
"You shouldn't feel any numbing, but you will be unable to use that finger and the one adjacent to it. I will demonstrate." For effect, Mayuri jabbed the needle in again, so Ollie could feel the sting, then abruptly pulled it back out with a less than careful yank. "Intriguing, isn't it."
“Interrogation...” Ollie’s eyes darkened a little there, as a very dangerous thought occurred to him. “There are people who that would be very...useful for.” He didn’t necessarily like that he was having these thoughts, but he didn’t care. There were circumstances in which he would go ahead and do something like that, and everyone knew it, no matter how much the league members of his dreams would disapprove.
“Pain’s a decent motivator” he found himself saying. “I...sound sadistic, sorry. But no, if you have no other options sometimes it’s the only way.” And if in his head, he was fantasizing about someday finding a way to bring people from The Light here, to hurt them for what they’d done to Roy, to him and the rest of the league, and for turning him into the kind of person who’d shoot at Artemis and mean to hurt her....well, he didn’t actually say it out loud. “I can see that being...”
He winced a little at the first jab, gave it a second and tried, but failed to move the finger. “How weird.” he said, fascinated, “so does it just shut o....OWWWW.” Okay that poke had HURT. “...Very.” he found himself agreeing.
"I had meant it for terrorists to stop them in their tracks before they reached their targets. When I couldn't get around the fact that some of them were in vehicles, the point became moot of shooting them with this and studying the constructions of the bombs they'd strapped onto themselves."
All the while, Mayuri was talking in a factual but delighted way, because he had visions like sugar plums dancing in his head of turning the men under his command into living bombs without their knowledge. It was handy for encountering intruders who were a threat and easily monitored with surveillance bacteria, so he knew what group to detonate! Oh, happier days!
All the while, Mayuri was still jabbing the needle into Ollie's finger over and over again.
"This is such a small dose, that you should be able to move once more. If you would able to fire it into a fleshy part of the body, such as the thigh or the buttocks, then it can easily spread into the bloodstream, and effectively cut off the target's ability to move. Then they are yours to do with, as you like. Or you can bring them here? I have all sorts of means to get people to talk."
“That’s tempting.” Oliver found himself saying. “There are people in the dreams who aren’t here now but if they happen to show up, I’ll definitely want to have...a little talk with them.”
He thought of Lex Luthor, and of Sportsmaster and Cheshire, Artemis’s family who had done so much to screw her over, and about Superboy and what they’d all contributed in doing to him and well, there were things that he desperately would hurt people over. Even though he didn’t know one of the kids in question in this world, and the other didn’t have anything to do with him other than being a friend of Roy’s who Ollie had vaguely met online, doing that kind of thing to any kid...it would definitely warrant a visit here.
“Justice isn’t always as clear cut as they make it look.” he found himself saying. “Sometimes you have to go as far as bringing them to you. If I see them, well...” he nodded. “I’d be happy to have you helping with that kind of thing. “
He tried moving the finger now, and there it went. That was better. “But also, practically speaking...I’ve mostly caught some hold ups in progress. Having a means to stop people and keep them stopped while the cops show up, instead of tying them up...it would save a lot of time and make things go a lot smoother. Aim for the ass.” he smirked a little, remembering when it had happened to him lately. “You always hear jokes about that kind of thing. It’s sort of funny when it’s true.”
"Ooo, keep it in mind. I enjoy doing unneccessary skin grafts," Mayuri offered, before he finally - reluctantly - put the needle away in nearby a biohazard container. "Hmm. I do not like what I think are interlopers into our homes and laboratories, and believe those elements must be...dealt with."
He thought of Ichigo and the Quincy, but they had uncovered the plot against Soul Society. They had their...usefulness. It was also fun to offer to modify them, though he couldn't understand why they never said YES to his kind and generous offers of free modifications. Maybe it was the way he put forth the offer? Being blunt, apparently, didn't work too well. But he was a blunt person and didn't have the time or patience for hedging or niceties.
The scientist tilted his head, giving him the look of a wide-eyed hybrid Egyptian/kabuki owl as he thought over Ollie's offer to help him. It would keep him busy, he supposed. And it was a good way to test out some more questionable chemicals and gadgets. Only some of which were shaped like bunnies or plushie dolls.
"I think we have an arrangement," Mayuri said, with a sudden grin that looked like he was so into it, his gold teeth were being gnashed together with glee. "I will give you all the projectiles you need to...aim for the ass...as well as prevent any criminals from ruining the area. The offer to skin graft them unnecessarily is open to you, if you'd like them to talk about what they're doing and why they were doing it."
“I can definitely do this.” Ollie nodded intently. “I’m not sure if any of these...elements are around, but should I find them, or others doing the same kind of crap...I’ll be sure to bring them in for it.” He thought, for a second, of Deleon, of what he was doing, and supporting now, and was tempted, highly tempted to kidnap and drag him in. The thought was one of those pervasive ones that had just...gotten better somehow.
But technically the man hadn’t committed any crimes other than ignorance, as much as it pained Ollie to admit that to himself. Even funding the wars on the Ivory Coast wasn’t the same as creating people to enslave them, and he knew that. He didn’t like it, but he knew it.
“The arrangement is excellent.” He nodded, grinning. “I think it will work well.”
"I am not exactly without means to protect myself," Mayuri said, eyeing Ollie like he was a prized and useful field test associate, already.
He had already mastered as fast a shunpo flash-step as could be managed under such conditions, but it felt slow and sluggish by his own standards. He imagined Captain Ichimaru found it an equal impediment, which Mayuri considered to be an advantage in his favor should push come to shove.
"If a dire need arises where the more is the merrier, do let me know? I can accompany you. I wish to gather some much needed field data, with my creations. Are you in need of smoke bombs? Here, take this box."
Because, you know, Mayuri has the place rigged up to the tippy top of the tower silo in the research and development facility. Of course he has smoke bombs, some of which were full of things like itching powder or what ammounted to mace. Which was which was a guessing game of massive proportions, since it didn’t come with any sort of outline. That was part of the ‘fun’ of it.
He reached over and grabbed a box of a dozen smoke bombs, all shaped like assorted fruits and bearing happy anime animal faces on them, with names written under each like "The Grape Escape" and "Serpents Apple" and "Cherrybomb Go Boom."
He's obviously really, really into the marketing portion of things.
“Smoke bombs? Those sound delightful.” And Oliver happily took the box. “As for field data, I can keep you posted.” He wondered if Bristow would have a problem of any kind of he mentioned things to Mayuri. Then again, she usually tended to need everyone possible on board for certain situations, so she might actually think it was a good idea. If nobody asked the good doctor too many questions anyway
“Nice names.” he commented, eyeing that. “Those have to do with the effects or just something you decided to go with?” Cause Grape Escape sounded kind of fun and enjoyable. Like a cartoon of some kind even.
"I would need to bring one of my computers to gather data. It is portable. I don't care about anything else you do or what anyone else does. However, I only wish to go if it is a significant opportunity against a worthy opponent. I do not want to leave my lab for anything less than that."
In other words, if it was a bank robber or the likes, Mayuri could care less...unless they were dragged in for an involuntary skin graft. Involving a lot of skin. He also had some caustic materials that might burn but weren't going to leave too lasting a mark, over time. He was giddy at the prospects.
Mayuri pointed at the purple cluster of grapes smoke bomb, slowly tapping his one long fingernail against it as he explained, "You pull the pin and throw, giving it a count of three first. That gives it sufficient time for it to land and screen your escape, with a vivid purple tear gas. The tear gas has a pleasant grape scent to it. It is quite enjoyable. I tested it on myself."
He motioned to each in the box as he continued, "Serpent's Apple is a mace-like smoke bomb, it has a cinnamon peppery apple smell to it. I was unable to eradicate the pepper component from it, so do try not to breathe it in. Banana Blast is yellow and contains itching powder. Peach Fuzz is a pink colored sneezing powder...it's really quite self explanatory if you look at the shape, color, and happy face on them. If it's a tear drop, it's tear gas. If it's a snot bubble from the nose, it's sneezing powder."
He finally tapped the cherry shaped bomb and said only, "This is incredibly self explanatory. It blows up. The red smoke is cherry flavored. I have included a powdered form of red dye number six-six-six. It may or may not be a carcinogen."
“Six six six?” Oliver managed not to smile, but it was cute anyway. Like the anime looking images and all. The good doctor was a weird mixture of cute and creepy, he decided, and didn’t mind that at all come to think of it.
“Sometimes we...I know the people who get called in when major things occur.” He decided he could say that much. “I might be able to pull some strings. I’ll certainly give it a shot.” As for all of the boxes, well, he was highly highly impressed with that. “It seems like you think of everything.”
Indeedy, Kurotsuchi had the creepy-but-weirdly-cutesy market cornered.
"Ooooh, yes. I suppose that I can make myself...useful." To prove as much, Mayuri was there one moment and gone the next, the spot where he once occupied made a noise like a split second of fluttering robes and air rushing in to fill empty space. He was back in the blink of an eye, the only sign of him having been in motion was the sway of the hem of his long, white robe. In his hands were the arrows that had been left in the other room. He didn't even sound winded, "Do not forget to take these with you, Oliver Queen. I have the scans and will be able to replicate them, and will have an order of paralysis arrows ready. I will ship them to you if you would like, in five days."
“That soon?” Oh Ollie was really impressed now and grinned as he took them them. “That is wonderful. It takes me a whole lot longer just to figure ONE out.” Pause. “This is where I say I’m glad Roy found you. You...this is amazing and can help so much and prove interesting otherwise.” Because he had to make this seem good for him too. “Thanks so much. I really appreciate it.”
If there was one thing Mayuri liked, it was to be praised for his genius level intellect. He did, after all, have quite the ego. It was even more beneficial, because it benefited HIM as well, and offered him a chance to get some live testing done, with willing participants.
"I was please to find that particular test subject. I hope his new arm suits him. I should request an update from him, this month." Mayuri tilted his head to one side, thoughtfully. "I do not want to see the things that I can make, wasted or unused. I have the facilities to make them, and there are several well paid lab rats, who know to keep their mouths shut."
He didn't say who - or what - his assistants were, but they were scuttling around, during what he liked to consider working hours. Nevertheless, he motioned toward a nearby exit, "Shall I contact you if they are ahead of schedule? Tch! Wait. Don't touch that door. That's a booby trap. Take the one you came in from."
“Please do that.” Oliver agreed, neatly sidestepping the door just in time to avoid any problems that might be contained therein. “Whoa. Glad I didn’t do that then. Much as I admire your process, I kind of wouldn’t look forward to regrowing things. Personal opinion and all,” he reassured Mayuri as he headed back towards the door. “All the same, well, what’d Bogart say? I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship?”
Yeah. That.
"Certainly and I do have a few samples of the serum available, if you should lose a limb somewhere. Pity that it doesn’t work if one is decapitated.” He’d obviously tried it out. It’s best not to dive into that line of questioning. “Good evening, Mr. Queen. This will be quite...enlightening," was Mayuri's all-too-pleasant reply. He remained perfectly still, intently watching as Ollie began to leave. "If you are in need of more smoke bombs, you may place an order as well. Do let me know how they work out for you? I will simply have to...take your word for it."
Because the surveillance bacteria was still nothing more than a memory dancing in Mayuri's brain, along with all the other memories of things that he was having to relearn and translate to the living world. Sigh. It was such a chore, but it was a chore that Mayuri was smart enough to accomplish. That was why he was grinning so much at his departing...friend.
Mayuri has a friend? That's right. Hell could freeze over now.