Transcending limitations

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Who: Doctor Whale and his victims test subjects or lab assistants
Where: Mainly his laboratory but probably other places too
When: During the science event
Rating: R more than likely
Summary: Doctor Whale doing science things and experimenting on people
The Story: He was always seeking answers, always wanting to push the limits. All this time in Wonderland and he never tried to really push those limits. But something about this particular weekend made him forego any restraint. He wasn't going to stop until he found answers.

If people got hurt in the process, he did happen to have Adam's healing blood. But before he got ahead of himself, he needed to find his subjects... Hopefully Luke wasn't too squemish, because Whale would need his assistant.

[Ed | Vincent | River | Helen and Luke | Fear Gas (OTA) ; If I forgot you or want to make your own section, feel free to tag in anyway]

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gdi I keep writing in present tense

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He hissed a little. "What about nightmares?"

And then, he stopped struggling to maintain control and let go. His eyes changed a little, their muted glow sharply increasing and then irises flickering golden for a moment, but he didn't want to release Chaos - this was a closed in space, and the wingspan would only be a hinderance here. Besides, he thought there was a better chance of breaking the straps with another more brutish inner ... whatever they were. (He had his theories, but not really remembering or knowing the entirety of what Dr. Hojo had done to him, he could never be sure.)

Thus, he began to shift.

Even though he was more than used to it by now, Vincent still couldn't quite suppress the low snarlgaspcry of pain as a shudder passed down his spine, and all of his muscles seemed to spasm at once against the restraints that held him. Swiftly and with the wet popping of shifting bones and snap of moving ligaments, the transformation began. His limbs rapidly thickened, and his rib cage expanded, as he increased in bulk. Shadows from his cloak rippling around him briefly obscured parts of his body, and most of his clothing seemed to melt into him. The metal of his claw, too, changed, morphing into a meatier fist to match everything else. Metal bolts popped out of his skin in places, and static electricity crackled between them, as the transformation completed and the creature snarled at Dr. Whale between lips that had sewn themselves shut.

He ripped at the straps that bound him, struggling to snap them so that he could lunge at the doctor and, perhaps, snap him as well.

/pats

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"Morbid curiosity" would definitely be the correct phrase to describe what Whale was feeling at the moment. This was clearly more than a man. His curse was not unlike Ruby's: changing shape due to a certain trigger. Yet this man seemed to have much more control of it than her. Realizing this, Whale was even more intent on watching the actual transformation. If he understood how this worked, maybe he could apply this to Ruby's curse. Maybe he could help her....

He took a step back as Vincent began to change, his breath catching in his throat. Horrified and yet fascinated, Whale couldn't tear his eyes away as the man turned into... something else. Something that was very familiar indeed. Whale clenched his hand into a fist convulsively; it was the same hand that Daniel ripped off his shoulder after coming back to life.

It would take a moment to be composed enough for the next phase in his plan. At the moment all Whale could do was stare at the monster. A monster that looked just like the popular depiction of his own creation.

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But a moment is really all that Whale got, for when the monster found that the straps held firm, he changed tactics as well. Making another wordless grunt, the creature twitched its head a little to the side, and the metal bolts on its shoulders and wrists and head fizzled in warning before discharging what amounted to lightening at the room around him. Part of the storm was aimed at the doctor, of course, but other bolts struck any equipment nearby. There was no attempt at extreme accuracy or grace - only a furious, (and perhaps a little terrified) attempt at defense and escape with the only thing besides its strength the monster had at its disposal.

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The fizzle was enough of a warning for Whale to get out of the way in time. Alas, such was not the case for certain glass vials. They shattered as the electrical power surged through the room. And what power it was! For it to be electrical only made Whale that much more fascinated. Normally he would never seek out magic from the closets, but in this case he was willing to pay the price.

"I need a generator," he instructed his closet. "Something that will allow me to measure the electrical output of this monster." The closet provided, and Whale wheeled the device back over to the monster.

The problem now was in keeping him still long enough for Whale to hook the machine up. "I'm going to shoot you again if you don't calm down," Whale warned him coldly.

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Unfortunately, the monster did not seem inclined to obey, as it once again sent lightning bolts scattering through the room, while it pulled hard on the restraints on its arms. They creaked a little ominously. Calming down was not in the cards, not while transformed and certainly not while strapped down in a laboratory. Even if Vincent would be loathe to admit it, being in a place like this scared him. Too much had happened in a place like this for him not to be on some level. Emotions like terror and anger, feelings of pain -- it only helped to fuel the monsters within rather than quell them, and threats were consequently of no help, either.

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More glass exploded with this second surge of electrical power. That was going to be a mess to clean up later... He didn't like how those restraints were creaking, either. He already had his arm ripped off by one uncontrolled monster; Whale wasn't eager for that to happen again. With a sigh he went to get his tranquilizer gun. This was not going to help him gauge the electrical output, but he had to be practical.

He aimed the gun, readying the generator. Whale moved quickly, hooking it up to one of the bolts on the monster's neck. He was ready to shoot the moment the monster broke free from his restraitns.

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Undeterred, the monster yet again sent a discharge crackling around it. Growling incoherently, it pulled still harder at the restraints. If Whale was lucky, he'd be able to measure at least some output before the monster inevitably ripped through the restraints.

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He was never lucky. Dig up a dead body and have his brother shot. Try to impress his father and instead watch his father be beaten to death. Have his arm ripped off by a monster. No, he was not lucky, but he wasn't stupid, either.

So when it looked like Vincent was going to break free, Whale pulled the trigger and again shot him with a tranquilizer.

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The tranquilizer took a few moments to take effect, and the monster redoubled its efforts, but just as one strap began to give way, the drug had begun to circulate sufficiently. The monster's movements slowed, and it made one last clumsy attempt at lightening before it slumped back onto the table. He continued to stir for a few moments before he's entirely knocked out, and then he transforms back into the normal Vincent.

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Well this didn't go nearly as well as he hoped. From what Whale managed to observe, the man transformed into a monster when agitated or afraid. The monster managed to snap one of the restraints; keeping him for further observations would be far too dangerous. With a glance he saw the generator did indeed manage to register some of the monster's electrical power, which was at least something to work with.

Whale would've liked to at least draw some blood, but unfortunately couldn't do so now that the tranquilizer was running through the man's system. He did get hair and saliva samples for DNA testing. As for the rest, well... there was transcending limitations and there was pushing those limits to the breaking point.

He needed a cage. Something insulated and enforced with stone. He could dump the unconscious man in there and continue his observations safely once he awke.

gdi I switched tenses again...

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The man would remain unconscious for a short while - not quite as long as the first time, however. Perhaps it was simply a lower dose of tranquilizers, or perhaps it was simply the greater amount of adrenaline running through the man's system concurrently. However, while unconscious, taking samples was no problem.

But eventually, of course, he would wake up again...

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Hell, he was drawing blood anyway. Even with the tranquilizer he might be able to learn something from this man. But that would be it, because his laboratory was a mess of shattered glass and he couldn't afford any more damage. Whale worked quickly, finding a sterilized needle and raising the vein on Vincent's arm.

Maybe he could sense that Vincent was going to wake sooner this time, or he just wanted to err on the side of caution. Either way, once the blood was drawn Whale unstrapped the man and started dragging his limp body out into the hallway. There was at least enough time to deposit the body far away from Whale's room. Not that Vincent got to see which number it was to come back for revenge.