Chessebelle stared at her newest prize on her laboratory table with a detached sort of interest, as if it was just the most exciting thing that was around at the moment.
The soul of a large dog laid on its side on the steel-finding stray animal souls wasn't very hard in the rukongai but bringing one into the Seireitei unnoticed was. She had managed to subdue the animal and sneak it in the south entrance, the entrance closest to the SDRI building thankfully, with a little bribery to the guard on duty. The soul was still unconscious, but she knew it would begin waking as she brought a syringe from under the lab table and began looking for the perfect spot to stick her subject.
Without an ounce of tenderness, the scientist tuck the furry soul in the shoulder and pressed the plunger down. Before she could even retrieve her needle, the animal was on its feet with wild eyes and howling in pain. Despite its sudden movement, the dog kept its head to the table and attempted to rub against it, as if something had wormed its way into its ear and was attempting to get it out. Chessebelle took a step back and glanced quickly at the clock, making a mental note of the time. "Only seconds into the serum..." The woman thought aloud, the animal's cried growing in volume and becoming even more desperate for relief to its pain. It pulled its head up now, throwing it this way and that before landing on his captor. The dog lunged at Chessebelle, a yipe echoing in the laboratory as a blue barrier rippled around the steel table.
While Chessebelle never really liked using kido, she preferred restraining subjects with kido rather than barbaric ropes or metal bracelets-this allowed her subject to move around while still not putting herself in danger. Although, Chessebelle never really thought she was in any danger with the subjects she picked-caution was always needed though, especially with her newest endeavor.
The shinigami didn't flinch as the canine continued to bash itself against the barrier with a viciousness only a wild animal could muster when it was backed into a corner and forced to react. It was foaming at the mouth now and black was swallowing the white of its eyes, the hair on the back of its neck standing on end and his mouth scrunched into a perpetual snarl. Its cries had turned into malicious growls now, the whimpers and whines now matured into barks. Upon closer inspection, Chessebelle noticed that the foam at its muzzle was actually a thick white goo-it looked as if it was being produced from within the dog's body and overflowing out through its mouth. Without warning, the goo enclosed the dog's face within.
"Yes! Don't die now, it's only just begun! You stupid beast, calm yourself and don't let it take control! You'll only make it worse if you keep getting angry!" The woman was suddenly crazed-the polar opposite of what most see of her-pressing her fingers to the barrier to examine her experiment closer. She was alive with emotions, a cold sweat starting to procure on the back of her neck, her nerves burning as she brought herself closer and closer to the blue enclosure around the tortured soul. The dog managed one long, low, pitiful howl before the mask completely took hold of its face. The dog went silent now and fell back to the table, whimpers that seemed to echo within the mask its last words.
Chessebelle's face fell as the soul stopped moving, her hands slipping from the barrier slowly but surely. She quickly looked at the clock before returning to staring at yet another failed experiment. A quick and shrill shriek of frustration sliced the air. She pulled herself from the barrier and threw some unfortunate beakers that had been sitting nearby. The musical chime of the glass falling to the floor laughing at Chessebelle, mocking her misfortune again and again. The woman growled under her breath as she moved to her computer and began smashing buttons on the keyboard.
Experiment 27, canis familiaris soul of average weight and build. Died within five minutes. Formula HOSN-14A. Still too strong for lowly souls. Lower the amount of HS by another 50%. Move on to experiment 28-possibly even a humanoid-after HOSN-14B is brewed (let sit for 48 hours before use). Hollowfication must be understood before moving on to reversing the process. Must start looking for souls with more spiritual pressure. Worthwhile to try using a hollow test subject and injecting the opposite of the serum to assess the differences in reactions.
"God fucking dammit." Her sharp voice cut the air, the smell of death suffocating the scientist in her own laboratory.