Post by Cabin on Nov 24, 2020 18:33:49 GMT -8
The lab was poorly lit, barely a glow from the console lights shone through the darkness. That was fine though, Doctor Bobley didn't need the light. The console was running all the simulations he needed to create his newest formula, and then they would finally stop questioning him.
There was a knock at the door, and a shadow moved in front of the opaque glass pane set in it. "Doctor, are you in there? Please come out, the Head is asking for you." The door rattled, the voice was clearly trying to get in and stop his work from coming to fruition. It didn't matter. He was close.
The Wheat of Might sat in a small glass examination chamber with an array of green lights dancing over it. He had already isolated what gave the Wheat it's strange properties, and he was perhaps moments away from the formula that would purify it. The door rattled again, scaring him out of his day dreaming, but he stayed silent. He turned his head and could see more shadows at the door, and the lock turned, but he had already thought they might call maintenance staff and had pushed several desks and chairs in the way to block it from opening. Maybe in time they would call in someone bigger to force their way through, but that's all the time he would need.
The console pinged and a wide smile grew across his face in it's dim glow. A heavy machine next to him whirred to life, and Doctor Bobley began pacing back and forth in front of it. This was it, the culmination of a lifetime of work. With a ding, a small door slid open on the side of the machine and there say a small glass vial filled with a glossy purple liquid. Anyone who could sense ki would have felt an odd power emanating from the vial, but Doctor Bobley was no such person and could not take heed of the such a warning. With greedy hands, he took the vial and downed it without a second thought.
Only minutes later, a panicked receptionist sprinted through the hallways, shrieking of a monster that had eaten the good doctor. She found an office with a phone, and her shaky hands had trouble with the numbers. She could barely remember who she was dialing, her only thoughts of the bright yellow eyes and deep grumbling in that downstairs laboratory. The line finally began to ring, and worried whispers filled the call as soon as it was picked up, "Hello..? Yes, I need.. Help. There's something large in the basement and.. And... And I think it's already eaten on of the staff. No, I have no clue what it was! All I could see was it's eyes. Just those bright, glowing eyes..." The voice on the other end did it's best to reassure the receptionist, promising a quick solution from an elite professional. The voice seemed to have experience in this part, quickly calming the woman and advising her an evacuation of the building until their specialist could arrive.
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By the time Cabin arrived at the university, quite a large crowd had gathered outside of the building in question. He preferred an audience anyway, more people to spread the glory of the Saiyan warrior. That and a crowd made it easy to find where he was going. This university, a concept Cabin had struggled to grasp until his contact had told him, Like a dojo, but for reading. Cabin had never really been one for reading. He could recognize most of the symbols on poster and he had even been taught to write a few in training, but a soldier like him never had need to read. Books were not something commonly found in a Saiyan settlement, especially one as private and secluded as his, and as long as he could read the bank notes given to him after a job, that was all that really mattered right?
"Alright then, show me the problem," Cabin said to the first person that looked somewhat like an authority figure. The person looked terrified but showed Cabin to the front of the building and explained the situation to him. "Just a monster? Perhaps he's a student?" They assured him that all monster and monster-like students had been accounted for and this was something entirely different. Cabin pondered a moment, and decided to just go with it, "I should think I can kill it, but there may be a bit of a scuffle. I shan't be paying for anything the monster breaks," he said to quick agreement on the promise he would just get ride of the monster.
There was a knock at the door, and a shadow moved in front of the opaque glass pane set in it. "Doctor, are you in there? Please come out, the Head is asking for you." The door rattled, the voice was clearly trying to get in and stop his work from coming to fruition. It didn't matter. He was close.
The Wheat of Might sat in a small glass examination chamber with an array of green lights dancing over it. He had already isolated what gave the Wheat it's strange properties, and he was perhaps moments away from the formula that would purify it. The door rattled again, scaring him out of his day dreaming, but he stayed silent. He turned his head and could see more shadows at the door, and the lock turned, but he had already thought they might call maintenance staff and had pushed several desks and chairs in the way to block it from opening. Maybe in time they would call in someone bigger to force their way through, but that's all the time he would need.
The console pinged and a wide smile grew across his face in it's dim glow. A heavy machine next to him whirred to life, and Doctor Bobley began pacing back and forth in front of it. This was it, the culmination of a lifetime of work. With a ding, a small door slid open on the side of the machine and there say a small glass vial filled with a glossy purple liquid. Anyone who could sense ki would have felt an odd power emanating from the vial, but Doctor Bobley was no such person and could not take heed of the such a warning. With greedy hands, he took the vial and downed it without a second thought.
Only minutes later, a panicked receptionist sprinted through the hallways, shrieking of a monster that had eaten the good doctor. She found an office with a phone, and her shaky hands had trouble with the numbers. She could barely remember who she was dialing, her only thoughts of the bright yellow eyes and deep grumbling in that downstairs laboratory. The line finally began to ring, and worried whispers filled the call as soon as it was picked up, "Hello..? Yes, I need.. Help. There's something large in the basement and.. And... And I think it's already eaten on of the staff. No, I have no clue what it was! All I could see was it's eyes. Just those bright, glowing eyes..." The voice on the other end did it's best to reassure the receptionist, promising a quick solution from an elite professional. The voice seemed to have experience in this part, quickly calming the woman and advising her an evacuation of the building until their specialist could arrive.
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By the time Cabin arrived at the university, quite a large crowd had gathered outside of the building in question. He preferred an audience anyway, more people to spread the glory of the Saiyan warrior. That and a crowd made it easy to find where he was going. This university, a concept Cabin had struggled to grasp until his contact had told him, Like a dojo, but for reading. Cabin had never really been one for reading. He could recognize most of the symbols on poster and he had even been taught to write a few in training, but a soldier like him never had need to read. Books were not something commonly found in a Saiyan settlement, especially one as private and secluded as his, and as long as he could read the bank notes given to him after a job, that was all that really mattered right?
"Alright then, show me the problem," Cabin said to the first person that looked somewhat like an authority figure. The person looked terrified but showed Cabin to the front of the building and explained the situation to him. "Just a monster? Perhaps he's a student?" They assured him that all monster and monster-like students had been accounted for and this was something entirely different. Cabin pondered a moment, and decided to just go with it, "I should think I can kill it, but there may be a bit of a scuffle. I shan't be paying for anything the monster breaks," he said to quick agreement on the promise he would just get ride of the monster.
His contact had alerted him before that there may be someone else showing up for much the same as he, and to try and be nice. Insults aside, it would be best to wait for him. Cabin had learned his lesson a long time ago that a solo hero is just a movie trope and good warriors came home in groups or not at all. Besides, one more person to sing his praises after seeing him in action.
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