Immortal Experimentation! Won't this be fun?

[constantshower]

Characters: Kurotsuchi Mayuri, Yuca Collabel, and Rain Jewlitt
When: Friday Morning
Where: Mayuri's home and laboratory
Rating: PG-15 for taking Rain apart, more or less.
Summary: Rain has volunteered to participate in research courtesy of the twelfth squad's captain.

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[neverquitedies]

Yuca's dark eyes flicked over Rain as he entered the room--the immortal didn't seem to notice him at first, which was to be expected. Rain hardly ever saw anything that wasn't right in front of him, and often, he didn't see that very well.

But he should at least make himself noticed, lest the other decide to panic when he was revealed. So, Yuca takes an obliging step forward, casting himself into the dim laboratory light. There was a dark mark on his cheek from where Rain had struck him just a few days ago, and from the distance he was keeping, it was plain that Yuca didn't intend for that to happen again.

He noticed the oddly-shaped scars on Rain's chest and realized, with some degree of horror, that what the immortal had told him was true. One of his hearts was missing, and through the scar-tissue, it looked as if it had actually been ripped out. Yuca wasn't quite sure how he felt about being the one who gave him that wound, but nevertheless, the mild surprise didn't manage to reach his expression at all.

"I'm here to make sure he doesn't kill you, nothing more. I'm not going to interfere if Kurotsuchi does something you don't like."

[law_of_reason]

That there was some... distance between the two didn't escape him, but nor did it occur to Kurotsuchi as being something that was important enough to pay much attention to. And the seeming reassurance from Yuca that he wouldn't try to involve himself in the surgery was a positive, even if he had yet to see whether it could be trusted.

Equally as good was that he hadn't had to coax Rain onto the table, and ignoring Yuca as the observer he was (except for a general caution towards his presence - but then, caution wasn't something that ever left him), Kurotsuchi focused himself on his new, currently-compliant subject. Rolling a cart to the side of the table, its surface carefully littered with any number of blades, hooks, tubes, thread, odd wires that sparked on occasion, and some carefully stocked vials - the scientist considered where to begin.

Before getting far, he'd almost certainly have to drug him. But if his healing ability was as great as claimed, would he actually be able to inject something before the wound closed? That ability needed to be seen first, and he took up a simple scalpel to begin - though he paused briefly, commenting reluctantly as he took the metal to the far side of his chest (well away from the cross), "I need to see how quick this recovery skill of yours is."

[constantshower]

"All right--I'm warning you, though. I do feel as much pain as anyone else, so I might--well--I'm sure you're familiar with involuntary spasms."

He eyed Yuca wearily, but wasn't too terribly concerned. Kurotsuchi seemed like a man who could stop Yuca if necessary. Now--as for the assortment of...tools--he wasn't too sure about that, but again, Kurotsuchi appeared to know what he was doing, so Rain figured he'd let him do what he had to.

[neverquitedies]

Yuca watched on, obviously aware of the tools--as if he'd been expecting something like this to happen. It didn't seem to bother him at all that his friend was going to be cut up or anything of the sort. The more pain Rain was in, the better, at least for Yuca. How much suffering would it take to drive him over the edge?

[law_of_reason]

"What you feel doesn't apply," he said simply, putting pressure behind the blade as he cut a long, deep wound down the side of his body. The movement was quick, but absolutely controlled - as if it were something that had been done many, many times before.

He still wondered how strong he was; Kurotsuchi wasn't sure whether physical restraints would be more or less effective than chemical ones.

[constantshower]

He started to speak, but cut himself off in a hiss of pain. His arms tightened but he held himself steady. After all, he'd felt things like that before, it was just a surprise. And already, it seemed, his cells were regrowing over the small incision. Nothing too fast, but the wound would be healed within roughly a minute or so.

[neverquitedies]

And Yuca continued to watch blandly, crossing his arms and leaning back against the wall. It seemed like this was what he'd be doing most of the time at Kurotsuchi's home, but he didn't really mind; it was easier than just standing for a time, and if he sat down anywhere, he wouldn't have as good of a view of the damage being done.

His eyes flicked over the wound curiously, a vague almost-there smile forming on his lips.

[law_of_reason]

Even as he pulled the blade back, the scientist was watching the way the skin responded to being broken, timing it silently, mentally, gold eyes fixed on the steadily restored skin.

"Interesting." Quick, but not immediate; an injection could probably be managed. Taking up a syringe with the same practiced ease, he filled it with a clear fluid from a container he had available. It was a paralyzing drug, similar to the poison of his zanpakutou, but more concentrated. He'd had one 'paralyzed' subject attack him from a table already; starting with a harder drug felt only prudent, this time.

It still had yet to be seen whether it would work, but as he forced the needle into the muscle of his arm, he thought attempting full-body paralysis would be a start. It would be much more difficult to keep his cuts precise, and the other's body open for that matter, if his subject wriggled around from displeasure.

Eliminating the pain wasn't an effect he had interest in inducing.

[constantshower]

The immortal cried out this time as he was pierced. He was beginning to think that this wasn't what he signed up for at all. His body tightened as he felt the poison spreading in him--but it was too slow and it hurt. He writhed a moment or two before forcing himself to sit up on the table.

"I..wasn't under the impression--this won't work for me."

And a soft whimper as the poison seeped through his veins. It was strong stuff, but not as strong as the Ichor that had been used on him before. It would only hurt him, but not slow him down.

"This--no. I think I was--ah--wrong about this."

He twisted himself to a position where he could stand up.

[neverquitedies]

The smile turns into a smirk, and Yuca tilts his head back, resting it against the wall he was leaning on.

"Mm, what's wrong, Rain?"

He whispers it out, but it's loud enough for both other occupants in the room to hear. He looks positively evil like this.

"I guess we can't say I didn't warn you."

[law_of_reason]

As he saw that it hadn't been entirely effective, Kurotsuchi was torn between annoyance and curiosity. It was definitely a bother when subjects didn't know their place, but that the immortal was able to counter the effect of his drug to some degree - that was interesting.

And as Rain sat up, he ignored his protest, along with Yuca's commentary, calculating what level restraint to use. Since the subject didn't appear entirely recovered....

"Bakudou four, Hainawa."

A spell of that level was effortless to cast, golden ribbons arcing out to wrap around Rain's arms, tying them together behind his back. The scientist's right hand went to the hilt of his zanpakutou, defensively, not wanting to be caught off guard.

[constantshower]

Rain's eyes widened at the unfamiliar incantation. Magic? Yes--it had to be. But it was weak. He growled and strained for a brief second before one last effort with a stifled cry. The poison had taken all the effect that it would, and fortunately for Kurotsuchi, that was just enough to keep him from potentially breaking the magical binding. Still, though, he did not lay down but instead barreled for the door with a powerful leap.

[neverquitedies]

His breath hitched at the kidou, flattening himself against the wall as the rush of it echoed throughout the room. How- that couldn't be possible. Wasn't possible- what was going on? Was Kurotsuchi actually a god of death?

And then Rain makes a move for the door. Yuca stepped to the side, getting out of the way nimbly. It wasn't his job to make sure Rain stayed put, simply to make sure he stayed alive. And besides. This was amusing.

[law_of_reason]

At the lunge, Kurotsuchi flash stepped out of the way, the first second of the movement not making it clear as to whether it was an attack or not, and he wasn't taking the chance of staying in the path of it. At seeing Rain then headed towards the door, the scientist changed his orientation, hand tightening on his weapon as he drew it. "Scratch out."

After sparing Yuca half-a-look to make sure he wasn't getting in the way (that he was getting out of the way mattered less, since he assumed that the boy was responsible for taking care of himself), Kurotsuchi pounced after his retreating subject, another flash step almost instantly closing the distance. The shape of his zanpakutou had changed to its released form, an irregular three-bladed device, golden and awkward, but still sharp. Aiming for his back, he lunged to stab, deciding that the brutal approach might actually work best - the previous drug seemed to slow him briefly, so another dose of the poison, plus physical damage sounded like a good idea.

[constantshower]

He cried out in agony as the blade pierced him and the effect is almost instant when combined with the poison already in Rain's body--the immortal crashed to the floor in a crumpled heap with a grunt and a thud. He tried to continue--but the zanpakutou's poison rendered him doing nothing more than shuddering.

"Yu...ca"

[neverquitedies]

He's completely flattened against the wall now, his nonchalant expression fallen into one of shock and a small bit of genuine fear. He'd never known anyone to have abilities like this. Sure, he'd been expecting- surmising- but never anything close to...

Yuca barely hears Rain calling out his name, his eyes flickering down to his friend only a few moments before returning to the wicked-looking blade.

It was pointless to be afraid. It was pointless to be intimidated. He would outlive this thing, he could die easily and would just come back.

He manages to wrest himself back into something sort of resembling calm, shaking his head and closing his eyes. In his panic, he'd taken two steps toward Rain, as if to somehow help- but his eyes snap open and fade back into nothingness and he quickly moves back, just as fast.

"You're not going to die, Rain." The tone is light, mocking, and trembling- he's still unnerved, unsettled by the blade, and almost just as much by how close he'd come to intervening. "But hopefully, you've learned your lesson."