Ranix Aurus
Languishing in Progress
The lab was a simple white hall filled with research instruments. Rows of tanks filled with strange liquid, most of them empty, lined the far back of the room. The researchers shot a questioning glance at Rui, but they quickly returned to their duties when they saw Alfred coming right beside them. The self-proclaimed butler brought them toward a corner of the laboratory, where stood a huge metal box filled with dials and displays.
"This will sting a bit," Alfred said unceremoniously before pricking a thin needle into Rui's arm. He quickly placed the drop of blood on its tip into the box's petri dish, and then pressed the button. The box whirled into life as it performed numerous measurements on their blood.
"We have to calculate the dosage accordingly. Your body had absorbed but a tiny part of the Jotunn serum. If we gave you too little or too much of the other strains, they would overpower the C-strain in your body, and we would be back to square one. This machine will give us the exact amount necessary for the procedure."
It didn't take long before the analysis was completed with a ding. The result was delivered straight into another researcher's computer, which she promptly took to the distiller. The researchers busied themselves with the machines until they finally came over to Rui and Alfred with two syringes on hand.
"Strain B first, then strain A. We'll have B in slightly higher amount, as it's the least stable of them all. Are you ready? This might not feel too great in your body," Alfred turned to Rui, although it was hard to discern whether he was asking for consent or simply stating the fact.
"This will sting a bit," Alfred said unceremoniously before pricking a thin needle into Rui's arm. He quickly placed the drop of blood on its tip into the box's petri dish, and then pressed the button. The box whirled into life as it performed numerous measurements on their blood.
"We have to calculate the dosage accordingly. Your body had absorbed but a tiny part of the Jotunn serum. If we gave you too little or too much of the other strains, they would overpower the C-strain in your body, and we would be back to square one. This machine will give us the exact amount necessary for the procedure."
It didn't take long before the analysis was completed with a ding. The result was delivered straight into another researcher's computer, which she promptly took to the distiller. The researchers busied themselves with the machines until they finally came over to Rui and Alfred with two syringes on hand.
"Strain B first, then strain A. We'll have B in slightly higher amount, as it's the least stable of them all. Are you ready? This might not feel too great in your body," Alfred turned to Rui, although it was hard to discern whether he was asking for consent or simply stating the fact.