Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2014 1:38:30 GMT
Dr. Fugu had a dream, he wanted to open up a new research facility so that he could continue his noble work in biochemistry and rid humanity of its fragility. As a boy he had to watch as the best medicines in the world could not help to save his mother from her cancerous illness. He could never forget the pain that she went through as she lost all of her hair and grew sickly thin. He had always kept a memento of her in his lab coat, a blue ribbon that she had worn in her once beautiful black flowing hair. Throughout his academic career he had come to the conclusion that pharmaceutical research had been overall a waste of time by the scientific community, the true answer to ridding humanity of diseases rested within the actual genetic makeup of humans. Humanity needed to evolve, and he would be the pioneer to help to expedite the evolutionary process.
He held the blue ribbon in his hand now, looking at it lovingly as he remembered his mother. He was inside of a cheap one star hotel on the outskirts of the Eastern Capital that he was holding up in for the week. Littered throughout the room were different charts and diagrams, many had large “X” marks scratched over them hastily in red. His lab coat was laying on the bed, and he was adorned in a strange attire. It was a beat up old trench coat with a faded brown color that had a blood red inner lining that buttoned up the front. It had similarly colored leggings that fit tightly to his form and wore boots with metallic shin guards. Rising up from the shoulders was a large mantle that let flow down upon it a large but ragged old cloak with a large cowl. He looked more like a cultist than he did a scientist at this point, but that was the entire point of this outfit. He didn’t want anyone to associate this identity with that of his own, Dr. Fugu had to try to maintain an innocent profile to the best of his ability. An alter ego allowed for him to operate outside the confines of the law. Breaking the rules was necessary, the others did not understand his vision and so finding funding would be most difficult.
Dr. Fugu placed his mother’s ribbon back in the pocket of his lab coat, picking up a gas mask with green lenses and removing his glasses at the same time. As he adorned the mask and put the cowl over his head, the only thing left visible of his flesh had been his hands. He then stood still for a moment and began to concentrate, letting out a grunt as his body seemed to cringe and flex. The dormant alien DNA within his body began to spike and become more active, each cell within his body completely changing and rearranging itself. The only change that would be visible to an onlooker would be that his hands turned a pale green and his height seemed to stretch slightly. Upon his wrists, small carapace covered holes appeared below the palm along the arterial vein that runs into the hand.
“Ah, this feels so good!” Hybridoma (Dr. Fugu) stated. Through sheer will power he was able to manipulate his cells back into a predominantly human structure. Having released that suppression he felt relieved as if casting off a costume that he had to wear. Even his mind was altered slightly, the demonic genetics within had caused his medulla oblongata and adrenal glands to become much more stimulated.
“So what was the plan then?” Hybridoma asked as if he were asking his human self a question. “Oh that’s right, I was going to go and rob a bank. Sounds like a lot of fun actually.”
He ripped the only notes left that didn’t have an “X” crossed on them. It was a drawing of the blueprints for a small bank located within the confines of the Capital. This was small time stuff that he was doing, but he wanted to avoid making any headlines. Attracting the attention of powerful bounty hunters was not something that he had wanted to deal with. He had already done a high profile crime a few weeks back when he attack Bao Securities network, he needed to wait a while before he dipped his hands into anything more high profile. He poked his head out of the hotel room, using the scanner that worked within the goggle lenses to check for any life forms that might see him exit the building. With his finger he flipped the outside light off so that he would be shrouded in the darkness of the night as he made his way out. He was on the second floor of the little hotel with chipped white paint and the smell of cheap cigars filling the air. He peered down over the catwalk and noticed that two men were sitting outside of their rooms enjoying a smoke together. He dare not step into the light of the rest of the catwalk because he didn’t want anyone who might be watching to notice him. Crouching down, he listened below to the sound of the two men and waited for them to depart.
“This hotel is the pits! Glad that we will be moving on to the next town here soon.” One of the voices from below chimed as smoke bellowed upwards towards Hybridoma. Hybridoma clenched his fist impatiently, he really wanted to get on with this heist.
“Yep,” another voice that was much softer called out as more smoke bellowed up. He could hear the sound of slurping and he assumed that the men below were drinking some sort of alcoholic beverages below.
For a moment it was silent. Hybridoma got excited, perhaps they were almost done with their smokes and would be heading back in for the night. The silence was broken again as the first man opened his mouth.
“You hear that news on the television, that a bunch of criminal records got wiped out of the system a few nights back. The crime rates have been jumping since then and the authorities don’t know what to do about it.” The man said.
“Yea I heard about it.” The second man responded casually and made another slurping noise.
“It’s a damned conspiracy if you ask me. I bet that the Government did it themselves just to distract us all from the real issues man.” The first man said excitedly.
“I don’t know, it doesn’t really matter to me.” The second man said. The smoke seemed to clear up a few moments after he spoke. To Hybridoma’s frustration he could hear the sound of a lighter flickering and more smoke began filling the air around him. He had had enough, this was going nowhere.
Hybridoma jumped down in front of the men and took off running onto the road. He could hear surprised noises coming from the two men behind him but he didn’t stop to pay them any mind. They were just drunks anyways, no one was going to believe anything that they had to say. He thought perhaps he should murder them but it didn’t really seem like it would be a good idea to do so when they were so close to where he would be returning to later in the evening. This road wasn’t traveled very frequently at night, it lead to a beach and nobody would really bother to travel that way in the darkness. He made his way into the city, careful to avoid any street lights so that others wouldn’t see his form very well.
He came upon an office building that overlooked the bank that he wished to pillage. The roof access stairs were easy enough to get to, and the office was not gated. He climbed up the stairs of the building as quickly as he could while trying to maintain a low profile. He was lucky that no lights from the nearby street where shining in his direction. As he came to the top of the office he looked down upon the bank. It had an ovular roof and looked very old fashioned, It was an old bank and it wasn’t very successful according to his research notes. Most of its contributors were elderly folks who had stuck with the bank because it was a bank they had trusted for all their lives. Hybridoma moved to the opposite side of the plain office rooftop. He began running as fast as he could and jumped off the edge of the building, diving towards the ovular bank. Sadly he had miscalculated the distance of the bank a bit, or his own abilities to make such a jump. He made it over the gates of the bank but fell short of the roof, landing in the grass of the courtyard under a bright shining light.
“Hello?” a voice called out from the steps of the bank. It must have been a security guard who watched the building overnight. He came out from around the corner with a flashlight shining, but he didn’t see Hybridoma who had already hidden himself behind a large air conditioning unit.
“I am getting to old for this, I keep thiking I am hearing things.” The security guard said as he turned away from the courtyard and headed back towards the front of the building.
Springing into action, Hybridoma put his hands on the base of the building and began emitting acidic substances from the palm of his hands. The brick of the building began eroding as the substance dripped against it. Soon a small hole emerged where he had placed his hands. He still had to create a bigger hole so that he could fit his body though, but the bubbling of the acid was creating a small noise as it dissolved the brick.
“Stop!” Hybridoma heard the voice of the security guard. He sighed and turned to look at the man who was pointing a flashlight at his face. He had a gun in his hand and he looked to be a bit shaken at discovering this man who looked like a cultist somehow melting the wall of the building. He was reaching towards his radio to call for backup, but Hybridoma’s reflexes where superior. He pointed his wrist at the man quickly and hot acidic bile towards the man’s face. The man let out a muffled scream as he began to melt from the head down, but he couldn’t make much of a sound because the acid had quickly dissolved most of his face. All that could be heard was gurgling while the acid continued to melt him and he fell to the floor. Hybridoma looked away from the man, not wanting to see the rest of what would happen to his victim as he decayed away.
With his other hand he had managed to create a bigger hole. He punched at the remaining brick until he had made a hole big enough for him to crawl through easily. He was now inside of the old bank, and it smelled stale and musty. To his surprise no alarms started chirping and he didn’t even see any more flashlights. This bank was truly second rate, which probably meant he wasn’t going to be walking away with a whole lot of cash tonight. He walked past the teller’s booth and found the door to the back rooms. He entered and walked throughout the hallways, sighing as he went about his business. He then came upon the vault door. It was somewhat rusty and unfurnished, it had definitely seen better days.
He spent the next couple of minutes dousing the door in acid. It took quite a while but soon there was a substantial hole that he could walk through. Inside was a room full of little security boxes, though none of them had any locks. It was like a filing cabinet for money. He began going through the drawers and grabbing what zeni he could. To his disappointment most of the drawers had very little inside of them. It seemed that the bank didn’t have a whole lot of actual money, it must have been in debt to a bigger bank. He managed to gather about a bag full of zeni and then he decided that he needed to get out of there. It wouldn’t be worth it to stay any longer, for the most part he had managed to keep security out of his hair. No need for him to give his alter ego any more exposure.
He worried about his use of acid against the old security guard. Surely if someone from the government did an investigation here they might suspect that whoever had robbed this bank was linked to the attacks on Bao Securities. Cleaning up all of the bodily fluid or the acidic residue throughout the bank would be difficult, so he would just have to avoid using his acid in this region for a time to keep any feds off of his trail. He exited the bank from the hole in the wall that he had created with his bag full of cash. Rather than melting the gate he decided that it would be better for him to just jump it. Jumping it had been quite easy for him, compared to the way he would feel trying to jump a fence if he were suppressing his fused cells. He continued back to his hotel, noticing that beer cans had littered the outside and that one man had passed out in the grass near the entrance to his room.
Luckily it was so late that even the night owls were asleep. He was able to get back to his room with little distraction. He took a deep breath and fell to the floor, his body began pulsing unnaturally and the skin of his pale green hands began to turn pale again. He grabbed his glasses off of the bed and removed his gas mask, revealing the face of regular old Dr. Fugu yet again. His eyes didn’t seem to have been regressed yet, they still had a reptilian look about them. He blinked, and the vertical split of his eye seemed to change back to that of a humanoid eye.
“Hmmm let’s see what we have here. Not quite what I was hoping for I am sure but it was easy money at least.” The doctor said out loud to himself.
Dr. Fugu took the bag of money he had collected from the bank, and poured it onto the bed. It hadn’t been the fortune he needed, but every bit would help. He began sorting the bills by worth and counting the value of what he had collected in his head. After sorting them, he recounted the value once again just for the sake of accuracy.
He held the blue ribbon in his hand now, looking at it lovingly as he remembered his mother. He was inside of a cheap one star hotel on the outskirts of the Eastern Capital that he was holding up in for the week. Littered throughout the room were different charts and diagrams, many had large “X” marks scratched over them hastily in red. His lab coat was laying on the bed, and he was adorned in a strange attire. It was a beat up old trench coat with a faded brown color that had a blood red inner lining that buttoned up the front. It had similarly colored leggings that fit tightly to his form and wore boots with metallic shin guards. Rising up from the shoulders was a large mantle that let flow down upon it a large but ragged old cloak with a large cowl. He looked more like a cultist than he did a scientist at this point, but that was the entire point of this outfit. He didn’t want anyone to associate this identity with that of his own, Dr. Fugu had to try to maintain an innocent profile to the best of his ability. An alter ego allowed for him to operate outside the confines of the law. Breaking the rules was necessary, the others did not understand his vision and so finding funding would be most difficult.
Dr. Fugu placed his mother’s ribbon back in the pocket of his lab coat, picking up a gas mask with green lenses and removing his glasses at the same time. As he adorned the mask and put the cowl over his head, the only thing left visible of his flesh had been his hands. He then stood still for a moment and began to concentrate, letting out a grunt as his body seemed to cringe and flex. The dormant alien DNA within his body began to spike and become more active, each cell within his body completely changing and rearranging itself. The only change that would be visible to an onlooker would be that his hands turned a pale green and his height seemed to stretch slightly. Upon his wrists, small carapace covered holes appeared below the palm along the arterial vein that runs into the hand.
“Ah, this feels so good!” Hybridoma (Dr. Fugu) stated. Through sheer will power he was able to manipulate his cells back into a predominantly human structure. Having released that suppression he felt relieved as if casting off a costume that he had to wear. Even his mind was altered slightly, the demonic genetics within had caused his medulla oblongata and adrenal glands to become much more stimulated.
“So what was the plan then?” Hybridoma asked as if he were asking his human self a question. “Oh that’s right, I was going to go and rob a bank. Sounds like a lot of fun actually.”
He ripped the only notes left that didn’t have an “X” crossed on them. It was a drawing of the blueprints for a small bank located within the confines of the Capital. This was small time stuff that he was doing, but he wanted to avoid making any headlines. Attracting the attention of powerful bounty hunters was not something that he had wanted to deal with. He had already done a high profile crime a few weeks back when he attack Bao Securities network, he needed to wait a while before he dipped his hands into anything more high profile. He poked his head out of the hotel room, using the scanner that worked within the goggle lenses to check for any life forms that might see him exit the building. With his finger he flipped the outside light off so that he would be shrouded in the darkness of the night as he made his way out. He was on the second floor of the little hotel with chipped white paint and the smell of cheap cigars filling the air. He peered down over the catwalk and noticed that two men were sitting outside of their rooms enjoying a smoke together. He dare not step into the light of the rest of the catwalk because he didn’t want anyone who might be watching to notice him. Crouching down, he listened below to the sound of the two men and waited for them to depart.
“This hotel is the pits! Glad that we will be moving on to the next town here soon.” One of the voices from below chimed as smoke bellowed upwards towards Hybridoma. Hybridoma clenched his fist impatiently, he really wanted to get on with this heist.
“Yep,” another voice that was much softer called out as more smoke bellowed up. He could hear the sound of slurping and he assumed that the men below were drinking some sort of alcoholic beverages below.
For a moment it was silent. Hybridoma got excited, perhaps they were almost done with their smokes and would be heading back in for the night. The silence was broken again as the first man opened his mouth.
“You hear that news on the television, that a bunch of criminal records got wiped out of the system a few nights back. The crime rates have been jumping since then and the authorities don’t know what to do about it.” The man said.
“Yea I heard about it.” The second man responded casually and made another slurping noise.
“It’s a damned conspiracy if you ask me. I bet that the Government did it themselves just to distract us all from the real issues man.” The first man said excitedly.
“I don’t know, it doesn’t really matter to me.” The second man said. The smoke seemed to clear up a few moments after he spoke. To Hybridoma’s frustration he could hear the sound of a lighter flickering and more smoke began filling the air around him. He had had enough, this was going nowhere.
Hybridoma jumped down in front of the men and took off running onto the road. He could hear surprised noises coming from the two men behind him but he didn’t stop to pay them any mind. They were just drunks anyways, no one was going to believe anything that they had to say. He thought perhaps he should murder them but it didn’t really seem like it would be a good idea to do so when they were so close to where he would be returning to later in the evening. This road wasn’t traveled very frequently at night, it lead to a beach and nobody would really bother to travel that way in the darkness. He made his way into the city, careful to avoid any street lights so that others wouldn’t see his form very well.
He came upon an office building that overlooked the bank that he wished to pillage. The roof access stairs were easy enough to get to, and the office was not gated. He climbed up the stairs of the building as quickly as he could while trying to maintain a low profile. He was lucky that no lights from the nearby street where shining in his direction. As he came to the top of the office he looked down upon the bank. It had an ovular roof and looked very old fashioned, It was an old bank and it wasn’t very successful according to his research notes. Most of its contributors were elderly folks who had stuck with the bank because it was a bank they had trusted for all their lives. Hybridoma moved to the opposite side of the plain office rooftop. He began running as fast as he could and jumped off the edge of the building, diving towards the ovular bank. Sadly he had miscalculated the distance of the bank a bit, or his own abilities to make such a jump. He made it over the gates of the bank but fell short of the roof, landing in the grass of the courtyard under a bright shining light.
“Hello?” a voice called out from the steps of the bank. It must have been a security guard who watched the building overnight. He came out from around the corner with a flashlight shining, but he didn’t see Hybridoma who had already hidden himself behind a large air conditioning unit.
“I am getting to old for this, I keep thiking I am hearing things.” The security guard said as he turned away from the courtyard and headed back towards the front of the building.
Springing into action, Hybridoma put his hands on the base of the building and began emitting acidic substances from the palm of his hands. The brick of the building began eroding as the substance dripped against it. Soon a small hole emerged where he had placed his hands. He still had to create a bigger hole so that he could fit his body though, but the bubbling of the acid was creating a small noise as it dissolved the brick.
“Stop!” Hybridoma heard the voice of the security guard. He sighed and turned to look at the man who was pointing a flashlight at his face. He had a gun in his hand and he looked to be a bit shaken at discovering this man who looked like a cultist somehow melting the wall of the building. He was reaching towards his radio to call for backup, but Hybridoma’s reflexes where superior. He pointed his wrist at the man quickly and hot acidic bile towards the man’s face. The man let out a muffled scream as he began to melt from the head down, but he couldn’t make much of a sound because the acid had quickly dissolved most of his face. All that could be heard was gurgling while the acid continued to melt him and he fell to the floor. Hybridoma looked away from the man, not wanting to see the rest of what would happen to his victim as he decayed away.
With his other hand he had managed to create a bigger hole. He punched at the remaining brick until he had made a hole big enough for him to crawl through easily. He was now inside of the old bank, and it smelled stale and musty. To his surprise no alarms started chirping and he didn’t even see any more flashlights. This bank was truly second rate, which probably meant he wasn’t going to be walking away with a whole lot of cash tonight. He walked past the teller’s booth and found the door to the back rooms. He entered and walked throughout the hallways, sighing as he went about his business. He then came upon the vault door. It was somewhat rusty and unfurnished, it had definitely seen better days.
He spent the next couple of minutes dousing the door in acid. It took quite a while but soon there was a substantial hole that he could walk through. Inside was a room full of little security boxes, though none of them had any locks. It was like a filing cabinet for money. He began going through the drawers and grabbing what zeni he could. To his disappointment most of the drawers had very little inside of them. It seemed that the bank didn’t have a whole lot of actual money, it must have been in debt to a bigger bank. He managed to gather about a bag full of zeni and then he decided that he needed to get out of there. It wouldn’t be worth it to stay any longer, for the most part he had managed to keep security out of his hair. No need for him to give his alter ego any more exposure.
He worried about his use of acid against the old security guard. Surely if someone from the government did an investigation here they might suspect that whoever had robbed this bank was linked to the attacks on Bao Securities. Cleaning up all of the bodily fluid or the acidic residue throughout the bank would be difficult, so he would just have to avoid using his acid in this region for a time to keep any feds off of his trail. He exited the bank from the hole in the wall that he had created with his bag full of cash. Rather than melting the gate he decided that it would be better for him to just jump it. Jumping it had been quite easy for him, compared to the way he would feel trying to jump a fence if he were suppressing his fused cells. He continued back to his hotel, noticing that beer cans had littered the outside and that one man had passed out in the grass near the entrance to his room.
Luckily it was so late that even the night owls were asleep. He was able to get back to his room with little distraction. He took a deep breath and fell to the floor, his body began pulsing unnaturally and the skin of his pale green hands began to turn pale again. He grabbed his glasses off of the bed and removed his gas mask, revealing the face of regular old Dr. Fugu yet again. His eyes didn’t seem to have been regressed yet, they still had a reptilian look about them. He blinked, and the vertical split of his eye seemed to change back to that of a humanoid eye.
“Hmmm let’s see what we have here. Not quite what I was hoping for I am sure but it was easy money at least.” The doctor said out loud to himself.
Dr. Fugu took the bag of money he had collected from the bank, and poured it onto the bed. It hadn’t been the fortune he needed, but every bit would help. He began sorting the bills by worth and counting the value of what he had collected in his head. After sorting them, he recounted the value once again just for the sake of accuracy.