Post by The Mouth on Jul 19, 2014 16:54:09 GMT -8
3rd January, 2013
Tacoma, WA
Mike was tied down in the chair. I’d learned so much from him.
GHB, when mixed with alcohol kept memories from forming for roughly twenty minutes. Heroin would create bliss and suppress pain for thirty. Cocaine increase reaction time, Meth made one faster, more precise. PCP removed pain, reason, and granted strength for ten minutes. Marijuana, LSD, and other pyschedelics offered insights into realms of other perception.
Then we got the medical grade drugs; sleeping aids would lay you into a sort of torpid state. Sleep deprivators could hold off the sun, briefly. More powerful versions could make it last longer - Provigil tests when ingested brought Mike to full wakefullness regardless of sun exposure for ten minutes. Scopolamine made a kindred obey nearly every order given for ten minutes. MDMA was odd in that it gave the subject a feeling of love, and of being loved, for roughly five minutes.
Granted, it is only one subject. Mike, of Clan Brujah. I’d experimented on him for months and had learned so much about narcotics and modern pharmacopoeia. Viagra didn’t give him boner’s, but the MDMA did. Coumadin had the interesting aspect of when he was injured he would bleed profusely, then heal; reducing his reserves. Clotting agents were awful, he would regurgitate the blood almost immediately and when mixed with DMSO or other osmotic agents it would be almost infectious.
Poisons were similar; most were pointless. Nerve agents, like curare were highly informative; short term paralysis was common, for up to five minutes. Anything that was a metabolic toxin, like ricin, was just a failure. But ricin did not break down in the blood either, and neither did most other poisons; they would enter a sort of stasis when present in vitae and at sufficient concentrations would kill mice.
Hematoxins were actually toxic to Kindred, as they would destroy the blood by breaking down it’s cells. One sufficient dose of rattlesnake venom was enough to destroy itself and at least two other units; but it took an intense amount of snake venom ingested by the initial subject to make that work. Cardiotoxins had the glorious effect of cutting off the ability to guide blood to parts of the body for short periods. Botulism did nothing, sadly.
I went through something like 2,000 rats on Mike. I started breeding them in response to my needs and demands.
The venom’s weren’t exactly cheap or easy, but there are private collectors for almost any exotic species and my capacity as an import/export specialist came in handy. Those pets are expensive and my willingness to pay, albeit through cut outs, was one that was valued by my clients.
Poison dart frog toxins were also capable of brief muscle contractions, reducing movement and flexibility. Kindred are immune to direct toxins, for certes, but dose em’ up with bad blood and it was a rough time for the consumer.
Chemical exposure did little, if anything. This makes sense; many humans would accumulate toxins in their fats and tissues and Kindred would feed from them. But those on the verge of death from poison would be a poor meal indeed, which explains taboos against feeding on the poisoned or the drugged.
I believe I have enough data now to start my project. I could make Mike happy, so reward him. I could make him have pain through seizures, and this punish him. I could make him love, briefly. I could make him rage, and I could make him not form memories for a time.
Everything I needed to train him for my final project was ready.
Brujah, Part I
By Ben Vaughan
Tacoma, WA
Mike was tied down in the chair. I’d learned so much from him.
GHB, when mixed with alcohol kept memories from forming for roughly twenty minutes. Heroin would create bliss and suppress pain for thirty. Cocaine increase reaction time, Meth made one faster, more precise. PCP removed pain, reason, and granted strength for ten minutes. Marijuana, LSD, and other pyschedelics offered insights into realms of other perception.
Then we got the medical grade drugs; sleeping aids would lay you into a sort of torpid state. Sleep deprivators could hold off the sun, briefly. More powerful versions could make it last longer - Provigil tests when ingested brought Mike to full wakefullness regardless of sun exposure for ten minutes. Scopolamine made a kindred obey nearly every order given for ten minutes. MDMA was odd in that it gave the subject a feeling of love, and of being loved, for roughly five minutes.
Granted, it is only one subject. Mike, of Clan Brujah. I’d experimented on him for months and had learned so much about narcotics and modern pharmacopoeia. Viagra didn’t give him boner’s, but the MDMA did. Coumadin had the interesting aspect of when he was injured he would bleed profusely, then heal; reducing his reserves. Clotting agents were awful, he would regurgitate the blood almost immediately and when mixed with DMSO or other osmotic agents it would be almost infectious.
Poisons were similar; most were pointless. Nerve agents, like curare were highly informative; short term paralysis was common, for up to five minutes. Anything that was a metabolic toxin, like ricin, was just a failure. But ricin did not break down in the blood either, and neither did most other poisons; they would enter a sort of stasis when present in vitae and at sufficient concentrations would kill mice.
Hematoxins were actually toxic to Kindred, as they would destroy the blood by breaking down it’s cells. One sufficient dose of rattlesnake venom was enough to destroy itself and at least two other units; but it took an intense amount of snake venom ingested by the initial subject to make that work. Cardiotoxins had the glorious effect of cutting off the ability to guide blood to parts of the body for short periods. Botulism did nothing, sadly.
I went through something like 2,000 rats on Mike. I started breeding them in response to my needs and demands.
The venom’s weren’t exactly cheap or easy, but there are private collectors for almost any exotic species and my capacity as an import/export specialist came in handy. Those pets are expensive and my willingness to pay, albeit through cut outs, was one that was valued by my clients.
Poison dart frog toxins were also capable of brief muscle contractions, reducing movement and flexibility. Kindred are immune to direct toxins, for certes, but dose em’ up with bad blood and it was a rough time for the consumer.
Chemical exposure did little, if anything. This makes sense; many humans would accumulate toxins in their fats and tissues and Kindred would feed from them. But those on the verge of death from poison would be a poor meal indeed, which explains taboos against feeding on the poisoned or the drugged.
I believe I have enough data now to start my project. I could make Mike happy, so reward him. I could make him have pain through seizures, and this punish him. I could make him love, briefly. I could make him rage, and I could make him not form memories for a time.
Everything I needed to train him for my final project was ready.
Brujah, Part I
By Ben Vaughan