The hospital was enough of a mad house that Yume was able to steal in up to the third floor to grab a set of worn looking journals that she kept locked in the bottom drawer of her desk and shove them in a satchel. As she had no cloak to wear or way to hide her unique locks, she used a transformation to appear in the image of the coroner who spent most of his time in the catacombs of Omni Prime. Due to the destruction, she could only assume that he would be busy for the next few hours, reducing the chance of the two of them coming face to face in a public setting; She couldn't risk stumbling upon Shuu either. She'd see right through the illusion and put her to work when there were more pressing matters to attend to such as the security of the research information that was kept in Keystone Prime. CuRua took on a human shape and hid under a sheet while Yume wheeled the gurney towards a lift that would take them into the bowels beneath the facility where there were pathways that connected the two locations. She moved with deliberate steps and kept a scowl on her face to keep the nurses from thinking that 'he' might be interested in small talk; It was ideal to travel with haste. For all anyone cared it was just another of the dead to be placed in storage until they could dig enough graves to fit them all.
Reaching the lowest floor, the illusion dissipates and once more it is just a girl and her fox making their way towards the only sanctuary she hoped to find. Halfway down the corridor they both stopped short as a sulfuric scent sends them scurrying to cover their noses; There was no way to tell if the fumes were noxious or just the result of destroyed property without the proper equipment. The slew of contaminants, not the mention the variations if they mixed, that could be spewing from the facility was too great to take chances with normally but due to the proclaimed level of infiltration the Cabal had, she doubted there was much she could do. Looking down the stretch of hall as far as she could see, the security doors that would normally be sealed in the event of a leak appeared to have been busted open by force leaving the hospital exposed. Scooping up her fox, she dashes forward, heart accelerated by the cardio and the panic that maybe she was too late.
She reached the biological wing of the research facility first. While it made no sense to keep possibly harmful pathogens so close to the most infirm of Suna, it was completely logical in its own right. Further away there were sections for seismic activity, chemical studies, and physics research where Sousuke would have spent most of his time. Given the vast differences in their fields of interest, it was quite likely that both the Steward and Yume had frequented the building at the same time but never crossed paths due to the segregation of sciences. Papers littered the floor. Tables, chairs, and other miscellaneous furniture had been upended and a few had been sliced into with a well honed blade; the materials on either sides of the gash were cleanly severed. On auto pilot, she made her way towards the office she claimed for herself, keeping her steps light and silent while listening to her surroundings. It seemed that most of the ruckus was coming from other parts of the facility, most likely due to the lack of interesting things that can be scrounged for havoc. If she had to guess, it was likely that most syringes, tubing, and other items that could be used for recreational drugs had been lifted but it was unlikely that her cultures would be taken. Damaged and contaminated, yes, but probably still in the general area where she had left them.
A few metres from her sanctum and she was met with the scent of primal pheromones and the sounds of exertion. The sight that met her once she crossed the remaining space caused her vision to blur with rage as she finds an infidel from the Obsidian Palace desecrating the cadavers she had personally requested for embryonic testing. Fueled by her disgust, her rage catalysis an endothermic reaction within the mednin and she releases a flurry of ice chakra at the man's feet and hands, solidifying him in place. Try as he might, the hold was unyielding and with each attempt to struggle free he would only manage to hurt himself. The Inuzuka drew near with slow stalking steps as a reverberating growl emitted from her chest; the image of a hunter in complete control of its prey. Her left hand gripped him by the back of his shaggy head and forced him to look down to where his indiscretion took place as two thin needles were inserted into his spinal column. His muscles contracted and locked up the moment she lifted his head and squeezed the metal between his discs, making him no more than a mannequin. Now that the situation was being managed, her predatory instinct wore off and her clinical mind emerged. Releasing his icy bonds she gently tugs on his shoulders and feels his dead weight tip over. Not willing to risk the needles damaging his spinal column or dislodging by accident, she carefully lowers him to the ground and tilts him to his front as much as his bent arms and biological reaction would let him. Departing to the hallway, she returns with a destroyed transport cot and lowers it to the floor, managing to finagle his body onto the litter in a 3/4 prone position, tweaking the needles and adding others to his spine to facilitate the movement she needed. Once he was where she wanted him, she lifted his bed to waist height and wheeled him to a corner where she proceeded to attach an IV and catheter, to keep him hydrated and relatively hygienic. She would need to give him a bath later but for now he could sit in his nightmare as she settled on a stool and stared at him with a half-sane smile.
So good of you to donate your body to science. I've been needing to acquire a compatible form of XY genetic material and you have so kindly volunteered yourself as potential candidate. You'll be staying right where you are in case I'll be needing more. Of course, you won't enjoy the way I extract it.
Her bemused smile split into a neurotic grin as she let out a laugh that could make ones blood fill with icicles. With a push of her foot, she propelled her body to pivot on her rear atop her stool and stepped off in the opposite direction from her newly acquired guinea pig, taking inventory of what was left in the chamber and the order of things while singing and skipping. The Stewards lab would have to wait.
Reaching the lowest floor, the illusion dissipates and once more it is just a girl and her fox making their way towards the only sanctuary she hoped to find. Halfway down the corridor they both stopped short as a sulfuric scent sends them scurrying to cover their noses; There was no way to tell if the fumes were noxious or just the result of destroyed property without the proper equipment. The slew of contaminants, not the mention the variations if they mixed, that could be spewing from the facility was too great to take chances with normally but due to the proclaimed level of infiltration the Cabal had, she doubted there was much she could do. Looking down the stretch of hall as far as she could see, the security doors that would normally be sealed in the event of a leak appeared to have been busted open by force leaving the hospital exposed. Scooping up her fox, she dashes forward, heart accelerated by the cardio and the panic that maybe she was too late.
She reached the biological wing of the research facility first. While it made no sense to keep possibly harmful pathogens so close to the most infirm of Suna, it was completely logical in its own right. Further away there were sections for seismic activity, chemical studies, and physics research where Sousuke would have spent most of his time. Given the vast differences in their fields of interest, it was quite likely that both the Steward and Yume had frequented the building at the same time but never crossed paths due to the segregation of sciences. Papers littered the floor. Tables, chairs, and other miscellaneous furniture had been upended and a few had been sliced into with a well honed blade; the materials on either sides of the gash were cleanly severed. On auto pilot, she made her way towards the office she claimed for herself, keeping her steps light and silent while listening to her surroundings. It seemed that most of the ruckus was coming from other parts of the facility, most likely due to the lack of interesting things that can be scrounged for havoc. If she had to guess, it was likely that most syringes, tubing, and other items that could be used for recreational drugs had been lifted but it was unlikely that her cultures would be taken. Damaged and contaminated, yes, but probably still in the general area where she had left them.
A few metres from her sanctum and she was met with the scent of primal pheromones and the sounds of exertion. The sight that met her once she crossed the remaining space caused her vision to blur with rage as she finds an infidel from the Obsidian Palace desecrating the cadavers she had personally requested for embryonic testing. Fueled by her disgust, her rage catalysis an endothermic reaction within the mednin and she releases a flurry of ice chakra at the man's feet and hands, solidifying him in place. Try as he might, the hold was unyielding and with each attempt to struggle free he would only manage to hurt himself. The Inuzuka drew near with slow stalking steps as a reverberating growl emitted from her chest; the image of a hunter in complete control of its prey. Her left hand gripped him by the back of his shaggy head and forced him to look down to where his indiscretion took place as two thin needles were inserted into his spinal column. His muscles contracted and locked up the moment she lifted his head and squeezed the metal between his discs, making him no more than a mannequin. Now that the situation was being managed, her predatory instinct wore off and her clinical mind emerged. Releasing his icy bonds she gently tugs on his shoulders and feels his dead weight tip over. Not willing to risk the needles damaging his spinal column or dislodging by accident, she carefully lowers him to the ground and tilts him to his front as much as his bent arms and biological reaction would let him. Departing to the hallway, she returns with a destroyed transport cot and lowers it to the floor, managing to finagle his body onto the litter in a 3/4 prone position, tweaking the needles and adding others to his spine to facilitate the movement she needed. Once he was where she wanted him, she lifted his bed to waist height and wheeled him to a corner where she proceeded to attach an IV and catheter, to keep him hydrated and relatively hygienic. She would need to give him a bath later but for now he could sit in his nightmare as she settled on a stool and stared at him with a half-sane smile.
So good of you to donate your body to science. I've been needing to acquire a compatible form of XY genetic material and you have so kindly volunteered yourself as potential candidate. You'll be staying right where you are in case I'll be needing more. Of course, you won't enjoy the way I extract it.
Her bemused smile split into a neurotic grin as she let out a laugh that could make ones blood fill with icicles. With a push of her foot, she propelled her body to pivot on her rear atop her stool and stepped off in the opposite direction from her newly acquired guinea pig, taking inventory of what was left in the chamber and the order of things while singing and skipping. The Stewards lab would have to wait.
