Post by The Master Tactician on Dec 30, 2012 22:47:51 GMT -5
Swain followed the chemist down the hall and into the grated elevator, the thud of his cane resounding with each step. Once inside the moving chamber, he stood across from Singed, a head and shoulders shorter than his guide--but no less imposing, his eyes narrowed in a suspicious scowl, his hands folded upon his cane.
Beatrice seemed to grow tired of her own reflection and fluttered from the chemist's pauldron back onto Swain's, trilling softly as they descended far beneath the mansion.
Once in the chamber below, Swain surveyed its morbid population, one brow raised as he listened to the chemist's explanation. "Your failures," the general intoned, knocking his cane against the bars of a nearby cage. "What of your successes."
He spoke again through gritted teeth, the frown lines between his brows intensifying with each word. "Has this elixir been successful at all?"
Post by The Mad Chemist on Dec 30, 2012 22:57:52 GMT -5
“I was waiting for that question.” He said to swain and pointed to another cell this time what it could be seen there where only normal humans of varying sex, age and race. "All of them show incredible healing abilities comparable or even superior to that of Dr. Mundo. The only problem is that in order to stop the mutation the all test subjects need to take a special type of “medicine” every 12 hours exactly if not the mutation happens, and once the process has expanded on over 15% of their tissue there is not going back.”
Post by The Master Tactician on Dec 30, 2012 23:22:05 GMT -5
The general hobbled over to the cell full of successful experiments. Some of them lay sleeping. Others clambered towards the bars as he approached, shrieking, "Let me out! Please! Please, I'll tell no one!" He stood out of arms' reach, his gaze cold as he studied the subjects. There were seven, all clad in dirty rags. Beatrice cooed.
Swain watched the cage for a while, apparently unmoved by the pleas of its captives. Then he addressed the chemist, pointing at what looked to be a carving knife upon a nearby table. "Show me," he growled. "Show me how they heal."
Post by The Mad Chemist on Dec 30, 2012 23:36:42 GMT -5
Singed looked at the utensil and said. “With pleasure.” Then he pressed one button on the cell and flame towers shot at the subjects all agonizing on pain. Then when the fire stopped there could be seen several burns on the poor creatures that were agonizing but then the burns started the regenerate and heal on a painful looking manner. “As you see they can heal almost any kind of wound even extirpated eyes and the like. Of course there is the down side of the regular intake of medicine but the benefits are incredible. Also with some adjustments the mutated test subjects could be used for military purposes after all they exhibit the same regeneration capabilities and an incredible capability for adaptation.”
Post by The Master Tactician on Dec 30, 2012 23:56:40 GMT -5
Eyebrows raised, Swain watched the captives as they caught flame, fell upon the dungeon floor, rolled about in the muck. They screamed: cries of agony that echoed through the cavernous halls of the chemist's compound. When the fires died down, the remaining scraps of clothing had been burnt from the subjects' bodies. They all lay naked, exposed, covered in glistening third-degree burns. It had hardly been a minute when their wounds began to close.
The slightest of smiles crept over the general's face, crinkled the crows' feet at his eyes. He watched as they healed. Though they still lay in shock from the pain of being roasted alive, their skins regrew in minutes, flawless, as though they had never been seared. Swain's red eyes flashed. He turned to Singed, his expression manic. "You, my mad friend, are a veritable genius. Consider me interested."
The general then strode closer to the cell, leaning heavily his cane. "But," he said. "There is the matter of the tempering medicine. How large a batch can I take with me? How long will it remain potent? How sure are you that you will always possess the resources necessary in its production? And," Swain inclined his head, eyes now sharp with purpose, searching the chemist. "Are you willing to share its recipe with the chemists in my personal employ?"
Post by The Mad Chemist on Dec 31, 2012 0:17:53 GMT -5
Singed though for a moment before speaking after all it was quite the rare sight to see Jericho Swain so interested on something, and even more rare for him to actually show that interest.
"The medicine is a synthetic drug that hinders the ability to mutate of any organism. So as long as I have the right chemicals at my disposal I could always create some more of it. Those chemicals themselves aren’t anything weird or overly exotic so it would be difficult to run out of stock. The dose for a man of your size and weight would be 150 ml administrated on an intravenous manner. And for sharing the recipe I would not have much problem, after being paid the right amount, but it’s a difficult one so I first would have to check if you chemists are qualified to prepare it." "And finally this is not an ordinary drug." He said while pointing the poor souls on the cage. "It changes you from the inside once you have passed through it there is not going back."
Post by The Master Tactician on Dec 31, 2012 0:53:13 GMT -5
Swain lifted his chin as he regarded the now-healed captives, some of whom were already becoming conscious, edging towards the bars. He retreated again beyond their reach as they awoke.
"I gathered as much. This does not trouble me." He shuffled over to the bald chemist, looked piercingly up at his bandaged face. "As for payment, I have always been generous with you." He set his scepter down on the cold stone between them. "After I have established myself over this region, Zaun and its surrounding territories will be yours to command." The general spoke authoritatively, as though this itself were sufficient payment.
Post by The Mad Chemist on Dec 31, 2012 15:31:24 GMT -5
Singed thought profusely for some moments. It was truth that he still used noxian money for his research and that securing his power once Swain reached power was a tempting pay, after all ruling from the shadows and the underground of Zaun had become a quite annoying and time consuming activity. “I will prepare the drug to keep the mutations under control it will take a couple of hours after it I will give you the experimental drug.”
Post by The Master Tactician on Dec 31, 2012 19:04:05 GMT -5
"Good," said Swain. He held Singed in his gaze, unblinking. "What are we waiting for? I want to leave before dawn breaks." Then the general set his jaw, the magnitude of this impending experiment washing over him. "It would be preferable for both of us that my little sojourn go... unnoticed."
Post by The Mad Chemist on Dec 31, 2012 20:55:20 GMT -5
“Of course, of course it will not take much time but I need to warn you that the proceeds will be painful.” “Nothing that you can’t handle but it will be difficult to dissimulate I suppose.” After saying those words Singed directed himself to one desk close to the cells. There he started to work with some chemicals at hand, for those that only knew the Singed from the fields of justice or from the summoning chambers. That was only half interested on those businesses and dedicated to mock and insults his fellow champions would hardly recognize him as the very same man, not because of a sudden change of his appearance but a sudden change on the general aura around the him, his expression showed an immensurable concentration, and his hands worked at high pace with inhuman exactitude. In quest ion of a mere half hour he had readied a month’s worth of the synthetic drug and had the experimental one readied. After ending the concoctions he said to swain. “After the pains have ceased inject 150 mL of this intravenously and keep injecting it every 24 hours.” “Margin of error is of mere minutes if you take it to early your body will generate immunity and the drug will no longer take effect, and if you take it to late the uncontrollable mutations will start.”
Post by The Master Tactician on Dec 31, 2012 21:24:19 GMT -5
For thirty minutes the general stood, watching the methodical movements of his mad accomplice with eyes as sharp as eagles', perched behind his cane in perfect stillness. The only noise in the lab came from the whimpers of the captive subjects, the clinking of glass beakers, the bubbling of Singed's bizarre brews. When the Chemist had finished his work, presented the month's supply of moderating medicines and satchel of sealed syringes, Swain took them. Only to set them down again immediately upon the table.
"This cannot wait, Singed. I want to do it now. I want to do it in your presence, so that I can tear you limb from limb if you've betrayed me." Perhaps he'd made this threat in jest, but the determination in his voice, the sagging circles beneath his eyes, hinted at his desperation. "I'm ready."
Post by The Mad Chemist on Jan 1, 2013 17:50:24 GMT -5
“What would I win betraying you?” Said the mad chemist and started to prepare the syringes. “As long as you don’t die from shock this is perfectly safe. Once the pain have subdued it will mean that your internal transformation has ended, and then one quick shot of the drug will maintain you safe for 24 hrs.” That is all. After this send me your personal chemists, so I can see if they can prepare you your doses for the rest of your live.
Post by The Master Tactician on Jan 1, 2013 19:20:05 GMT -5
"Fine," Swain replied. He limped towards the bloodstained patients' table erected in a corner of the room, stared it down as Singed prepared his needles. Then came the voice in his head. Taking matters into your own hands, Jericho. We asked that you remain patient. We assured you help would come. You disappoint us... We should punish.
"Shut up," the general growled audibly, hands a vice upon his cane.
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