2022-07-04: Experiment Results
- Cutscene: Experiment Results
- Cast: Celebro
- Where: ????
- Date: 0096-??-??
- Summary: An unusual sample is tested.
Thick boots on concrete. The area is dark; a deep, deep part of the lab. They call it the Monster Research Lab. An accident, but a perfect one; no fussing around skittering between mobs looking for one with the right conditions.
Deep brown eyes, almost black, under shaggy hair. Hygiene was tedious, but he'd learned its flow by now. Earth was not the only world with mobs who got weird about each others' secretions.
He held the Riser up, the ridiculous paw of this ape-beast clad in thick rubber gloves. A quick tap of the trigger.
The Gate opened.
In. Into the Gate, a world of seething, murky green. He'd built it; carved it off from the proper place it should open to. Too easy. He liked to think of it as player housing, a little joke for himself that saw this body's lips twist and its throat rasp a chuckle.
Right now it only contained one thing other than himself, his precious Medal Gacher. A bit crude; to an untrained eye it looked like a pile of brass pipes and valves. More like a steam engine gone mad than a sophisticated tool for distilling core essences out of cognitive-spiritual-material intersectional substrata.
He'd never felt the need for pretty cases. This was fine.
He held his newest prize aloft. A shoe, of all things, caked in blood the wrong color, the wrong composition. He regarded it, his face an utterly inert mask but his eyes focused with laser intensity. "Beginning extraction," he reported out loud to nobody, and dropped the footwear into the reception slot.
He grasped the turn wheel crank used to power the machine, and spun. Slow, steady rotations. That was the key to stability.
The machine made a rattling, clanking, chunking, sloshing noise as the remains he'd put in were processed into something wholly unrelated to atoms.
And at the end...
Clink! Clink!
Two coin-sized medals edged in black.
He reached for them, undexterous fingers flipping them into his palm.
One, a side-on image of a small human-looking girl. Dark skin, red almost. Messy hair. He tilted his head, curious. Kaiju Medals did not usually bear humanoid faces.
The other, also a silhouette. The figure also appeared loosely humanoid, with protrusions like hair, an edge like a chin. This one had no details for him to guess from; the whole thing, filled with a white like light.
His other hand came up, rubbing the side of his head. Two very strange results indeed. How interesting. How unusual. How fun.
"Kiete karekareta," he says to the air.