Post by The Mad Chemist on Dec 30, 2012 1:04:49 GMT -5
On the city state of Zaun on the top of a hill there is what most people could call a “mansion” and what only a madman could call his home.
The old Cypher mansion had since long been “modified” in order to accommodate its current master.
The complex building had various pipes going in and out of it as if many laboratories were hastily sewed together.
From the interior of the house many noises could be here many noises, some of them were almost melodic, and others were sudden and loud and the occasional cry from an unfortunate test subject.
Welcome the place were science and chemistry are pushed to their very limits and where there is no a single soul that care for something as fragile and feeble as morals. ((A place were you can ask Singed diferent questions or go watch his experiments, also you can ask him modifications like he did with Warwick and if you are lucky you might end up with what you wanted.))
Post by The Master Tactician on Dec 30, 2012 15:47:30 GMT -5
The Grand General's entourage appeared in Zaun under cover of night. His carriage was simple, accompanied only by four armed guards and a withered driver so as not to draw unwanted attention from any nocturnal Zaunites. A light snow began to fall as it trundled to a halt before the gates of Singed's mansion.
Clad in his impressive military ensemble of green and gold, Jericho Swain himself emerged into the wintry air. He stepped heavily from the carriage, faltering for a moment upon his weaker leg, but waving off the guards who offered aid. Then he fixed his gaze ahead, upon the smoking hilltop mansion, and gave a nod to the raven at his shoulder.
Beatrice took flight. She soared above the gates and over the Mad Chemist's estate, six eyes searching each window of the sinister manor until she came to the room containing Singed. She perched upon the windowsill and rapped the glass three times with her beak.
Post by The Mad Chemist on Dec 30, 2012 16:05:48 GMT -5
Upon hearing the knocks Singed stopped reading a heavy tome he had on his hands and posed his eyes on the window, there he could see the unmistakable sight of Beatrice the demonic raven partner of the grand general of Noxus. He then pressed one button that opened the principal door and ordered one of his employees that directed his guest to the living room where he could talk with him on private.
The living room was a spacious place with some comfortable couches and several bookcases replete of books from almost any subject that one could imagine. On top of a table a fine collection of liquors for to satisfy almost any guest or simple personal enjoyment.
Post by The Master Tactician on Dec 30, 2012 17:10:47 GMT -5
After watching to make sure she'd been acknowledged, Beatrice left the window and soared back over the snowy grounds, settling herself again upon Swain's shoulder. Behind her, a lowly lab assistant hurried down the winding path. He reached the gates, drug them open and bowed, wordlessly permitting the general onto the property.
Swain narrowed his eyes, half surprised by this lackluster reception. But, then, it was past midnight. Perhaps most of the house was asleep. He had nearly forgotten what it was to sleep routinely.
He shambled up the drive, the guards following close behind--and the lab assistant scurrying after. When he came to the mansion's double doors, he paused, lifted his chin, waited for the assistant to throw them open, then limped into the gloomy foyer.
"Stay here," he commanded his guards as they drew near the living room. The four armed men assumed posts against the walls, standing at attention, and Swain stepped down into the parlor.
Post by The Mad Chemist on Dec 30, 2012 17:45:55 GMT -5
Singed was already waiting on the living room when Swain entered the room. He was wearing a Lab coat and seemed as if he was working on an experiment until late on the night.
“Well to what motive would the grand general of Noxus would visit me at this hour of the night? He said while pointing at a couch, were Swain could sit and rest.
Post by The Master Tactician on Dec 30, 2012 17:58:36 GMT -5
The general did not smile, nor did he sit. "No, thank you," he said, folding both hands over his cane. "It is not state business on which I have come, but my own." He paused, red eyes wandering the room as he selected his words. "I need you to concoct something for me."
Post by The Mad Chemist on Dec 30, 2012 18:11:45 GMT -5
“That is interesting on and by itself.” He said as he poured himself a drink and observed swain. As always he had no trace of sentiment on his expression and not even the most minimal waver on his voice. “So tell me, what kind of concoction you want? “
Post by The Master Tactician on Dec 30, 2012 18:28:08 GMT -5
The general fixed Singed with his gaze. The very idea of requesting assistance made him furious internally, but his face also remained stoic. "A tonic," he said simply. "To delay degeneration."
Post by The Mad Chemist on Dec 30, 2012 18:44:06 GMT -5
“Information is always vital on this type “business””. He said as he sat comfortably on his couch. “Tell me, with what kind of degeneration will this potion deal with?”
Post by The Master Tactician on Dec 30, 2012 18:55:26 GMT -5
After several moments of silence, in which Swain stared intently at the carpet, he lowered himself into a wing-backed chair across from the couch. Though the two men had long been allies, the wariness with which they still regarded each other was palpable in the otherwise comfortable room.
"I don't know." He finally decided upon a response. "A plague. A curse. Some combination of the two." Behind his shroud, the general set his jaw. His voice came through gritted teeth. "Whatever you have that I can take with me tonight."
Post by The Mad Chemist on Dec 30, 2012 20:17:13 GMT -5
Singed thought of it in silence for some moments and finally responded.-
"There is one option; it’s an experimental drug that would grant you healing abilities comparable to those of “The cursed troll” it has reached success on animals but when applied to humans… it tends to go out of control, to say the least."
"The subjects end up making Urgot look handsome… but with some medicines to keep it under control, it could maintain your problem at bay until a solution is found."
Post by The Master Tactician on Dec 30, 2012 20:53:15 GMT -5
Swain's gaze fell to the carpet again. He held his chin between his thumb and forefinger as he considered. From his shoulder, Beatrice let out a harsh, "Caw!" then fluttered over to the couch, where she perched behind the Mad Chemist, intrigued by the reflection of her own glowing eyes on his shiny head.
The general wound his dirty bandages more tightly about his knuckles before conceding. "Will it be ready tonight?"
Post by The Mad Chemist on Dec 30, 2012 21:00:56 GMT -5
"I have it ready since I have been experimenting with it, but the medicine to keep it under control will take a few hours."
Singed said on a stoic manner devoid of any fake humor or façade that he normally sported, right now he was only a man of science nothing more nothing else. "But you will need to take the medicine to control it from now on for the rest of your live, or until I find a way to revert the process. So I will ask once more are you sure you want to do this?"
Post by The Master Tactician on Dec 30, 2012 21:08:22 GMT -5
"I want to see the subjects," Swain said, his eyes now burning with intensity, searching the Chemist's face for any lack of confidence in his own methods. "Where are they?"
Beatrice, meanwhile, hopped upon Singed's spiked spaulder to get a better look at herself in the reflection on his head.
Post by The Mad Chemist on Dec 30, 2012 22:02:33 GMT -5
"Come with me I have recently transported them to a safe place underground this place" He said mostly ignoring the raven. He was now only concentrated on his research and how to use it. He then leaded Swain through a hallway that ended on an elevator. Then on the elevator still talking with a tone of voice devoid of any emotion he said. “First I will show you the failed experiments to show you what could happen to you if you don’t take your medication, and to show that I have nothing to hide.” The underground was a great complex that seemed like a hybrid of prison and laboratory, were the test subjects were kept more for the safety of everyone above ground than for the risk of them being stolen. There Singed pointed to a cage were some forms moved. Upon further inspection one could note that those creatures were like nothing that could be seen on runaterra, some of them resemble tumorous chimeras created with the mutated parts of several creatures, some of them that didn’t even appeared to come from this world, some resemble the hybrid of human and fantastical creatures that have come from the same place that had given birth to something as twisted as nocturne, and some others were just lumps of tumorous flesh things whose shape was so alien a travesty that humanity becomes more obscene for the vague resemblance. "This Is what happens the subject tends to mutate aggressively in various shapes and forms, sometimes it seem to follows a patron, usually it creates a creature that can predate on the ambient like no other found on nature. Other time it creates more intelligent beings (The bestial time do not show any sights of intelligence beyond to that of a mere animal) those are highly aggressive but intelligent capable to use tools and set traps but they do not retain their past memories and their intelligence can be compared to that of a normal 9 year old kid. And finally there are those whose only their body mutates into this kind of tumorous… form. They seem to retain their intelligence and memories, but I think they would prefer to be death."
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