Experimental

Kurotsuchi walked through the dim light of his laboratory. That tiresome fool of a captain commander had him at another one of those infernal captains meetings and it had left a particularly bad taste in his mouth. Leaving the meeting in a hurry he skirted interaction with the other buffoons called captains. As the first door to his private lab slid open a rush of air blasted past his painted face, his captains hiyori flowed behind him, the calligraphy 12 dancing in the wind. Stepping through the first door he clicked a large purple button to his right the door snapping behind him as the chamber flooded with a purple gas.

Mayuri’s thin lips curled over the permanent yellow smile on his face, his expression a sadistic grin as he thought of his brilliance over the mechanism. The doors wouldn’t let anything through without exposing it to the gas, a highly corrosive bacterial toxin designed to break down and identify all organic material except him and Vice Captain Karondai of course. The system worked both to prevent intrusion as well as to keep his lab sterile from foreign influence, with a half-life of roughly two seconds he never had to worry about any of it contaminating his lab. After all a proper workspace was key to the scientific process.

Walking into the main chamber, the sweet perfume of formaldehyde and toxins, mixed with the gentle glow of fluorescent lighting, came as a tantalizing and refreshing change from the dreadful fresh air outside. He felt a creeping sense of excitement and pleasure at once again being within his lab close to his specimens. His fingers crackling in excitement he headed into a side room, from first glance the room appeared like a hospital. Seven beds separated by curtains sat tucked between various machinery against a white wall. A closer look would reveal that of the four patients in beds not one was conscious and they we’re all chained down.

Approaching the first bed from the left, Kurotsuchi closed the curtain behind him, turned on the voice recorder and began his work:

“Subject 01095, approximate age of appearance twelve years. Subject has been exposed to agent 0703 for roughly one hour. Physical changes noted: yellowing of the hollow mask around the jaw line, as well as blackening of the fingertips. First incision will be made along the right anterior abdominal wall, applying pressure at 86 kilopascals. Blade cut at 86% target depth. Injecting two parts 1,6,8-trichloro-2,9-florocyclodeca-4,8-diene, one part sulfonoic acid, and three parts reiatsu infused 2,3-dihexyl-prop-1-ol….

How delightful, it seems the mixture has worked as a catalyst to agent 0703, beyond expectation the bacteria has entered stage 3. Physical changes noted: yellowing of mask has shifted to brownish yellow and has covered all mask fragments, fingers have darkened and completely and begun to decay. Even more fascinating despite the subjects’ coma like state and total paralysis, brainwave scans indicate it is trying to scream. Secondary incision to be made on left anterior abdominal wall, applying equivalent pressure at control rate 86 kilopascals. Blade cuts at 101% target depth however weakening of heirro is possibly due to decline of reaitsu levels. Injecting body repair serum as well antidote and triple dose of paralytic poison, further study of data is necessary.”

Mayuri's smile widened, he loved it when an experiment came together. Turning to the P.A system, he punched down a button, turning on the microphone "Send Vice Captain Karondai down here at ONCE. That is all." He screamed into the mic, his face plainly showing his impatience, he needed his vice captain down here NOW. But he was sure he'd end up waiting on the buffoon as he was always forced to.

The gardens were always a pretty nice place to hang out. It was green, full of beauty and gave those that wandered into it a calm mind. Of course that was only if you were taken in by the vegetation and life that grew around here. Laying down beneath a tree with his hands behind his head was the before mentioned Karondai, asleep with a peaceful look on his face. That was when someone came rushing into the gardens looking for him. A young boy that was new to the research institute and wore the same as those in the lab: A white coat over their garbs. He ran over to where Karondai was laying and shook him a few times. "Sir, Kurotsuchi Taicho urgently needs your assistance!" Karondai merely shrugged while in his sleep and rolled over but instead of nodding off again he rolled onto something rather sharp causing pain to shoot into his funny bone. "ZAH!" A weird noise to make in agony but it doesn't matter, its a noise nevertheless. Now sitting up, the jazzy man stared at the boy that was getting his attention. "What is it now?" He looked a bit baffled, but replied quickly yet nervously. "Er... Captain Kurotsuchi urgently needs you."

Karondai looked at his arm. Wrapped around it was a nice watch which showed the time and also told him he was about 2 minutes later for work. "aaw crap... hes gonna get real pissed when he finds out I was napping..." karondai gauged his location to where the barracks were and decided to take the most obvious mode of transport to get there. he was of course on the complete other side of the sereitei and needed to move fast. "Brethendil, i need you quick! BANKAI!" Caring little for the reitsu he was going to use, Karondai activated his bankai just like always to get somewhere. What this was, was a large car with afterburners on the back, no roof and a red paint job. What it REALLY was, was a transforming humanoid.Slipping into the vehicle known as brethendil, Rola span the wheel around causing the care to spin 1080 degrees on the spot before zooming out of the gardens.

Soon, he ended up at the labs where he was supposed to work. Running through the doors, karondai threw his green coat onto a peg attached to a wall and grabbed a lab coat from the side as he moved past. The many machines he ran past reflected his dark coloured face back at him showing a pretty rushed guy. his head held up a rather neat black afro that was now wobbling back and front from the running. Sliding through another set of doors the slamming onto a button, the room his captain was in appeared. Taking a few steps into the hospital like area, karondai placed his sword into a set of drawers he passed before moving over to his captain. "I apologise for my late arrival. things got a bit harsh down in districts eighty... ok i was taking a nap"

Mayuri rapped his fingernails on the desk next to him in impatience. He had postponed his work and had taken a seat at his desk, his eyes squinted in annoyance, a scowl upon his lips. Where was that good-for-nothing vice? What could he be doing? Mayuri growled, clenching his teeth and slapping his hand down on the desk. It really was a nuisance, waiting on an incompetent. He looked at the ground, raising a hand to his head and slipping a finger under the brim of his hat, scratching his skull casually, this was going to be a long day indeed if his lieutenant didn't quit his foolishness.

Mayuri's eyes darted up, looking at the entering Karondai instead of the floor. His hands clenched into fists as he listened to Karondai's reasoning. "A NAP?!?!" Mayuri raged at his vice, "I'm on the brink of a scientific breakthrough with this chemical, and you're NAPPING?!?" Mayuri raised his voice to it's highest volume, absolutely fuming at his lieutenant, "I should rip out your organs and replace them with leaky containers of agonizing nerve toxin for your intolerable behavior!" Mayuri finished, scowling at his lieutenant for a few more moments before he let out a "tsk", Turning around and walking back towards the specimen he was working on surgically, turning back to his vice, "I need three more containers of Agent 0703, and the syringe lined with that spiritual pressure decreasing toxin I perfected last month. Got that?" Mayuri barked at Karondai, turning back to the specimen and continuing his work.