Scene #4294: Human Testing

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Yuri Stinson	It had taken a particularly long time for Kyra's request for human testing to go through. Fortunately, she knew the right people and her initial research was fairly solid, which meant that Psyber was able to eventually get it pushed through. But there had been conditionals. The Rules were as follows: 1) You do not tell anyone the details, and your findings must be published out of context. 2) Technically, Raylene will be behind it, since she's a Deniable Operative. 3)This is being conducted at a black site. Thus, the location itself was a cement room with a drain in the floor and a man handcuffed to a chair. He's covered in scars, lean, and his eyes are angry. Officially, on paperwork, he was executed six months ago. His name is Jeff 'The Doctor' Waterson, officially executed as a death row inmate for 54 (Proven) counts of murder, 214 (Proven) Counts of Organ Trafficing, and a staggering 612 (Proven) charges of Human Trafficing before he was busted by a Union Task Force and classified as a Multiverse-Scale Serial Killer. You do not have the keys to his handcuffs. You will never have the keys to his handcuffs. His record would make Hannibal Lector blush. Kyra has any requested medical equipment she'd need, and she and Raylene have the facility to themselves, albeit with a button in the wall that will call 'The Janitors' when she's done.
Kyra Hyral	Kyra was also extremely careful about initiating this request. Fortunately, thanks to certain shadier operations she's gotten into over the past few years, she knows a thing or two about getting stuff done on the less-than-legal side. She's kept her intentions very close hold and could list the people who are aware of this off on one hand. Raylene is one of those very, very few people. Kyra also knows enough about genetics in which she can write up results in such a way that there's enough plausable deniability that an actual human was used as a test subject. Her fake methodology which will accompany the findings is scientifically sound and the results will be kept vague enough to leave out hints of testing on an actual human system. Kyra Hyral reviews her /real/ methodology one final time, waiting and very willfully not making eye contact with the serial killer in the room. Nodding to herself, she pulls on a pair of latex gloves and looks over to a small table placed out with the ominous-looking syringe on it. She is also very, very visibly armed, with two of her guns-which contain bullets and not darts, strapped to her via holsters. "Alright. We're going to start, Raylene." she taps her forehead, which has her camera there, ready to record the results. This is a camera separate from her usual Lifestream-enabled gig. It is not connected to any networks and records onto a micro SD card.
Raylene Dunwich	It shouldn't be a surprise to Kyra that Raylene isn't shocked at this shadier op. After all, she isn't exactly a friendly sort. She is not visibly armed, but then again the Horror is here... and she's actually manifest it, which though invisible, it still has a /presence/ in the room that can be felt. Latex gloves are a welcome addition, because getting messy would be annoying. "You're the one with real medical knowledge," Raylene says mildly. "Just leave the rest to me. I have samples at the ready for when you wish." She gives a look at the subject, Waterson, and smiles at him. "I suppose this might be a little of that... atonement thing?"
Yuri Stinson	Jeff Waterson sits in his chair calmly, looking straight ahead and staring at the wall. He looks almost... bored with the proceedings, as if the idea that he, a serial killer doctor, is being used for human trials is a trivial irony that he finds annoying and boring. He looks up towards Raylene and flatly stares at her, "You look like a girl I met once. I sold her eyes in one world, her heart in another, and her lungs to a third. You let me go, I'll help you see far corners of the Multiverse. You let me operate on you, sell that parasite you have attached, make some real money." He notes with a monotone. This is not atonement for him. He looks towards Kyra, trying to nitpick her morality, "You feel good about this? Maybe this was how I got started. First live experiments always a rush. You gonna enjoy it? Maybe have a bit too much fun? Slippery slope. Easy to wind up just. Like. Me." Headgames, the only real survival method he has, begin almost immediately. If he can psyche Kyra out, he can buy a couple more weeks of life. Few more meals. Or maybe he can create his successor?
Kyra Hyral	"Oh boy, you think I'm going to start harvesting organs from the unworthy and distributing them for the greater good now? I'm pretty sure I saw that plot in a webcoming once." Kyra says brightly. "But I do have some reservations about this. But not for the reasons you might think." She asides to Raylene, "Good. Just...be ready in case something happens." She looks back to Doctor Waterson, "Well, it isn't /exactly/ my first live experiment. But enough talk. I see what you're trying to do. Cheer up, you get to donate your body to science today." Taking the syringe, she flicks it with her gloved fingers, then advances, moving around to one of Jeff's arms. She places two fingers down, probing slightly until she knows she has a vein, swabs a bit of rubbing alcohol on the area, then injects the syringe in.
Raylene Dunwich	The comment, and the offer, gets a curious look from the young redhead. "Really? Well she certainly saw the far corners. But please, stop. My sisters said similar things before we ate them, and I think it would have been less embarrassing if they hadn't. You're making them blush right now." How much of that is true, and how much is just Raylene being a brat, is hard to tell. She might be a child, but that specific manner of trying to get into her head is a very poor one. Another tactic might have her more flustered, but this? Not really. Raylene just has a weird morality. But Kyra seems to be handling the bloodwork and medical part, so Raylene will instead open up her mystical senses... all of them. Staring intently, her eyes glaze over as she lets the physical world fade away from her sight.
Yuri Stinson	He smiles at her, "That's the right attitude. What you're doing helps people. You can use my body to further your academic pursuit, right? The life-loss is irrelevant next to your personal gain. You're already doing fine on that path, now aren't you?" He points out, tilting his head a bit and watching her. The smile falls away and he goes back to acting fairly neutral about the experience. It's not hard to see, in any conversation, why despite being removed from the grid six months ago no one had been able to stomach finishing him off before now. "Ah. True compartmentalized personality disorder and cannibalism. Two of the rarest conditions in psychology. You should donate your brain to science. I know buyers." He remarks to Raylene, looking her over a few more times and then shrugging a bit, "We would have gotten along, I think, regardless. Let's see what you're both going to do then." His voice is completely devoid of emotion. As Kyra injects his arm, both on the mystical plane and on the physical plane, the obvious changes are almost immediate. From Raylene's side, there's a rush of spiritual energy that seems to comingle and combine with his own, creating a hybridized sort of entity that could be considered him and someone else, but also neither, and yet at the same time both. On Kyra's end, the physical effects are immediate. His muscle mass increases notable, the scars and old injuries that were on his body heal themselves and vanish into his skin from regeneration, and even the point where she pricked him with a needle heals itself instantaneously. He looks at the both of them and tilts his head, "My my my~." He croons, a lilt coming into his voice, "Where ever did you get ahold of this~?"
Kyra Hyral	"Gosh, you're so pleasant. A real serial killer to the end. I bet it would amuse you quite a bit if I took up your work in your absence. But I assure you, that is not the case. I'd go into details but that isn't why I'm here, Doctor." She says his nickname in an oddly affectionate way. After injecting him, Kyra steps back at least way out of arm's reach, and watches. She's murmuring to herself, casting a Scan spell so she can confirm the mystic side of things as well that she observed in animal trials. "Hmmm...yes, that's what I thought. Tell me, Doctor, how do you /feel/?"
Raylene Dunwich	"How... interesting..." Raylene says, staring. She doesn't deign to comment on the other things. One advantage of her situation is she really doesn't seem to regard him as a person any more... this might be why she isn't officially in the Union. Her feelings on this topic are complex... but best investigated another tim. The blank-eyed stare has her tilting her head, observing the rush thoughtfully and starting her normal analysis. "I don't believe this is an enhancement, exactly..."
Yuri Stinson	He actually has emotion now, that's the first and most major change for those observing him in a material plane. He has a wide and content smile on his face, "Warm. Accepted. I can feel like I'm finally understood, like someone can finally appreciate my skills, my work, my knowledge. I wonder why I never felt this before. Drugs have never had this effect..." He notes happily. For Raylene, the view is different. His spiritual energy is co-mingling with the foreign energy and seems to be accepting it. It's a part of him, but also separate. As if it were an entity on its own. And she can see that it tethers somewhere far away. Beyond tracking conveniently, it stretches out and into the Multiverse to some distant point. He looks at Kyra and the browns of his eyes slowly begin to change towards red. The sclera shift color, darkening and turning more towards a black shade, "But I do nee to ask again. Where did you get ahold of this?" He seems insistent on her question, watching her similarly to how her rats did after they were injected, but before they were euthanized.
Kyra Hyral	"...hmm. Interesting. Very interesting. So very mentally comforted? Very...validated?" Kyra asks, probing for more information on these effects. It was novel to have someone who could actually talk through the process and express emotions. She circles around him, keeping a wide distance, afraid he'd break free of his bonds and attack. She pauses as she sees the colors of his eyes change. "It isn't from this world." she says carefully, again, not willing to let on too much since if he escaped, the effects would be disasterous. "Do you want more? Is that it?" she asks, extrapolating from the insistent tone of his question.
Raylene Dunwich	"The bigger question," Raylene says, circling around the staring man, "Is if you can cleanse that solution from his blood. It would be an interesting experiment, I think." She's till using her sight, but she doesn't try to follow the tether. She hasn't hit on the real solution yet, but she's closer to understanding than before. A pause at the last question Kyra asks. "I wonder what the withdrawal symptoms would be? Or the long term effects? Do they even need more than one dose...?"
Yuri Stinson	"Oh no no. No." The man says in a firm voice. He smiles at Kyra and looks her over, "I don't need another dose. You've given me precisely..." He shuts his eyes and takes a deep, happy, content breath. When he opens them again, his eyes are ruby red with black sclera. The exhale actually sounds almost feminine, "... as much as I needed." In an instant, Raylene can see the other energy, the injected one, temporarily push aside the original energy of its host. There's a brilliant flash as it subsumes its host and almost blinds her with the sheer force of magic that gets projected. From his seated position, he seems to shift in form and appearance. He shrinks down, though his handcuffs are well-enough designed to shrink with him. His entire form becomes more feminine, skin slowly toning towards blue. His oak colored hair turns a midnight blue-black and flows down his back. By the end of it... it's Princess Vitri sitting in the chair instead, handcuffed in place, but smiling. "I just had to make sure I was right. That you'd stolen it from my lab."
Kyra Hyral	"...uhhh. Well this is interesting..." Kyra can easily tell that this guy is in the process of turning into a woman, "I think this counts as a side effect. I'm not sure about removing it from the blood though. Then, in a magical flash that Kyra can definitely detect, the man is changing before her eyes. Changing into... "Damn it. I did not see that coming." Apparently her efforts to say little weren't little enough. Kyra sighs. "Well this 'vaccine' is easily the most unique I've ever seen,, I will say that. It's the first I've found to provide the capability of completely hijacking a body. Now my question is why exactly do you /need/ a vaccine like that? People frown quite heavily on mind control in the Multiverse, you know."
Raylene Dunwich	Yes, definitely... odd. Raylene steps back, more confused than Kyra since she doesn't actually know what the Princess looks like! At least, not directly. She's heard a description, and that's enough that she puts two and two together. "Ah... well, we may have to alter this..." she mutters. Then... Raylene narrows her eyes. The 'spots' are clearing, and she can't help but ask the question. "So tell me, is he completely eliminated, or merely forced into suppression? Or do you consume the 'him?'" There's a more curious lilt to that last question, eyes widening, and... the brush of an invisible talon might be felt over Vitri's ear.
Yuri Stinson	"People frown quite heavily on human experimentation in the Multiverse as well, and yet here we are," The Princess notes in a rather cheerful tone, not so much accusing Kyra as she is making a point about things being frowned on, "I believe if your little research were legitimate, I would be in a more... official setting." "But don't worry, this will be our secret," She adds, twiddling her fingers a bit despite the handcuffs, "After all. Ingenuity is the nature of progress. But... hm... your question." "Are you impressed? It is my life's work," She leans back in her chair, "You see, after my good friend Burning Grasp, the one person who I could confide in, left the fold? I saw what he was doing. Shaping Creation, trying to make it better. I wanted to do the same. I saw the terrible ways people could act." "But I was one woman. Not a leader, like the Radiant Empress. Not a warrior like Burning Grasp. Not a Sun-Chosen visionary like the Perfect Phoenix. No. So what could I do to make Creation understand that I wanted it to find peace?" She sighs bitterly, "But even in abandoning me, Burning Grasp forged a path. And, faithful protege I was, I walked in his footsteps. I became like him... but myself." She smiles to Kyra, and then to Raylene when she asked her question, "Creation is sick. Diseased. Human malfeasance pollutes its bloodstream." She smiles, "I want to make it better. Want to make people happy. Accepted. Content. I don't want to be the Vitriolic-Fanged Princess Who Hides Her Silver Tongue. I wanted, and so I became, the Vitriol-Purging Panacea That Innoculates Creation. I want to HEAL my hurt homeworld." She looks towards Raylene, "He is here. He will return. And he is not mind controlled. He is simply given a new perspective, being shown what acceptance and togetherness feels like. He is a part of me, as I am a part of him, as he is a part of my Kingdom and my Kingdom is a part of him." She gently smiles, "Thank you for giving me so damaged a man. I truly am happy to help him. His medical skills will be used to treat children, his malevolence will be tamed, and he will benefit all society." She looks at Kyra and Raylene, "By giving him to me, you have truly done a good deed today."
Kyra Hyral	"It's hard for someone like me to get the lab space and paperwork cleared." Kyra says dryly. "I had to know what it did. I've seen nothing like it. The proteins in the vaccine were completely undefianable, no structures seen existing anywhere in every database I've searched. It was fascinating. And now, it's enlightening." She falls silent to listen to the Princess speak the named Exalts bringing no recognition to her. "I can understand wanting to heal things. But you seem to be treating symptoms instead of the underlying causes. You alter the human but you don't address what /causes/ the malefeasance. Just sayin'." Kyra taps a gloved finger to her chin, "I hate to say it, though, but sharing a body with you or not, I don't think the people here are going to let him get off of death row. Not after what he's done."
Raylene Dunwich	Raylene doesn't have any lecturing in her, she finds the topic fascinating. Maybe a little too fascinating. "I see, I see. That's an interesting way of doing it. What happens if you die in there?" It sounds more like a curious thing than something she plans on doing right this second, she's just careless. Until Kyra says the final thing about death row. Raylene looks up and stares with that strange, distant expression she has while using her Sight. "Are we supposed to take care of that, then? It could be an interesting experiment in and of itself."
Yuri Stinson	"That's because they're synthesized using a special catalyzer and organic base. Specifically, what better way to show I want all of Creation to feel chosen than to use the genetics of a Chosen as the template for my treatment." She notes, tapping her fingers against the arm of her chair, "And yes, unfortunately, they may not agree with me taking him. But you gave him to me, so you can't exactly take him back." And then... she stands up out fo the chair. The chains binding her snap like twine and she stretches a bit, "But... even an iota of the power of an Exalted is still the power of an Exalted. So I shall be taking him." She smiles a bit and begins walking towards the door, "Miss Hyral, all plans have flaws. The Radiant Empress wants Creation to all bend knee. She will unite them, but it will cost many their lives and more their personal freedom. Burning Grasp, or as I 'The Dark Hero' as you know him now, would see all of Creation free, but that would plunge it into eternal strife. There is no perfect solution, but at least with mine people will be happy." She flexes her hand a bit and looks towards Raylene, "The death of a bee detriments the hive, but it will still produce and thrive. Think of this current state as a Queen giving orders to a drone from afar, if you need a workable, if inaccurate analogy." It will be up to Kyra and Raylene to decide what to do next. Will they simply let her head to the door and leave? Will Raylene let the Horror feed? Will Kyra cap her in the skull?
Kyra Hyral	"How interesting. Which Chosen did you use? Yourself?" Kyra asks casually and without malice. It would explain how Vitri can simply vector herself into the host and Kyra didn't exactly have a lot of experience in Exalted genetics. But at least now she knows Yuri Stinson's other name-or at least part of it. If it's really the name of an Exalted, the full name has about 5 to 8 other words in it. "Happy, huh." Kyra shrugs, "They would be happy, no doubt, but not of their own volition. Of /yours/. I can't say I agree with this path and I definitely can't agree with a killer walking free." Kyra draws one of her guns and shoots at the ex-Doctor's head without another word. She too was also curious, like Raylene, about what happens if this man dies while Vitri is in there.
Raylene Dunwich	Raylene may be powerful and confident, but her human self is still... a thirteen year old girl. When the Exalt-ish-person rises, she takes several steps back, and the invisible Horror steps between her and Vitra. At least she hears the lecture, but now she is actually showing some fear, because she is a fragile thing. Other than the regeneration, but it still HURTS to be injured! She's MORE surprised when Kyra shoots Vitra. "Oh..." She doesn't sound disappointed, just confused. "That's strange, usually I'm the one who argues for this..." Regardless of whether or not the shot takes, the Horror takes that as a sign to leap at Vitra, with the speed and strength of a freight train, to start tearing into her and 'feeding.' This does not actually involve eating flesh, fortunately. All the Horror needs is the act of violent death.
Yuri Stinson	"Corr-" When Kyra shoots the prisoner in the head, the entire form-takeover shatters and vanishes like a broken window or a picture being pulled away. The form of Jeff Waterson falls to the floor in a heal, blood seeping from an open wound in both sides of his head. We won't describe what happens with the Horror, but you guys are probably lucky the floor has a drain. Still. You got information, yeah?