After so many months of indecision, moral wrangling and hesitation, she had at last come to a decision; that conviction seeing the petite form of Dr. Rukia Kuchiki withdrawing to her lab that night, as the rain crackled and rattled upon dark windows. Slender fingers making sure the doors were locked and secure, she retreated inside to her special work...
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As her computer purred, chemicals spurted through tubing and substances churned in effervescent storms; an array which worked to cultivate and realise the perfection of her own scientific vision. Watching this, Dr. Kuchiki cast a critical eye over her experiment and found everything as intended; even her wavering, faltering thoughts of hours ago had given way to cold, almost aloof resolution. The petite, darkly haired scientist taking up a chair to further scrutinise a outcome of equations, the night rolled.
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It was almost painfully slow, but to fixed eyes also something of beauty; the rush of soft blue through the tubes before it flowed freely to the beaker below, collecting and gathering under the dim light of the lab.
After a few long minutes, it was done: the experimental flowing and mingling of substances and chemicals to form this new, singular formula now sitting in the glass. Considering it with a small, accomplished smile, the petite doctor found herself at that pained threshold she had only previously entertained.
Now... what to do?
Revealing her creation may have been professional, though she had considered that the lesser of her choices... for many of her own reasons. Also, as with her secretive work, she had not the time or inclination to prepare suitable testing for her project. This in turn left a single, dubious option of testing it upon herself...
Professionally, it was a dangerous and outlandish thing... but beyond that, there lay fascination, mystery and desire to know what her remarkable work could do... and to her, as well...
A hand once rested on the work top rose stiffly and took up the glass; the blue rippling inside as she considered it; drawing her long bang from intrigued eyes, she found a loose reflection of her form upon the shifting surface of the liquid. Slender features, deep, dark violet eyes and a crest of short dark hair upon a thin frame. She sighed and prepared.
With a last glance to the computer screen and its world of data, she drew the rim to her lips and let the tasteless liquid splash down; the rain seeming heavier on the windows as, somewhere off, thunder growled.
Putting the beaker down, gently, she was quiet and composed; mind and body tense as time rolled on slowly. Not knowing what to think, she waited in silent composure...
Mon Apr 30 21:42:36 2012