Plagued (Closed)

Hayato quickly began work, gathering the necessary chemicals and ingredients….well chemical…drugs…it all depended on your combfortablility with the words, they were pretty much the same, though people weren’t often too content with being told they were going to have chemicals pumped through their body. That was beside the point though of course what Hayato needed to focus on now was creating the drugs that could potential save lives, or at least halt the death of lives for them to possibly save them. As he worked, mixing this drug with that to simulate the creation that was noted to have some minor effects, he made sure to keep what he was doing easily viewable for Mana who he expected would want to watch in case she herself needed to work through this at a later time if Hayato was indisposed.



It was clear Mana was smart, she just needed to learn the ways and methods of the fourth squad, she could easily enough manage through the list of drugs needed to make this cocktail and could easily produce it if the time came, she just needed to watch some of the more minor nuisances to it that weren’t as plain as day, line by line reading couldn’t convey. Carefully mixing and timing of slow integration of the drugs so that they blended and came together with ease. It was in a sense, graceful in how it all came together slowly, many parts making one whole thing better than itself, there had to be some kind of analogy in that for sure. Slowly but surely he had begun mixed together the various chemicals more, coming to the end of the creation, it had been roughly an hour, maybe a bit shorter, but their first batch seemed to be coming to finish. The longer time this took to create certainly meant that in a desperate state they would not be able to rely on making it, but needed to rather make sure they had enough or at least enough that they felt comfortable with, on hand.



“It needs to rest now for a few moments. For the most part it should be all complete, following the drug cocktail reciepe in those notes seems to be our only hope. It seems Jirou was at least somewhere in the ball park of creating something to help him, which is a positive sign. Certainly it means if it can be slowed that it can eventually be stopped.” Hayato said calmly, pausing for a brief moment before speaking again, “Though how long it can delay the what is right now inevitable might be hard pressed to say, depending on how long someone has been exposed.”



“Have you gotten anything from your contacts that might be of use to us?”