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Post by indeath on Nov 13, 2020 18:59:59 GMT -6
Grim had plenty of body hair and his very own eyebrows, the change would create an interesting contrast. He removed one of his gloves to reveal a hand with particularly long fingers with nails that naturally came to a point. The hair on his arms continued onto the back of his hand.
Grim followed the instructions carefully as he could, he added the ingredients to the appropriate beakers giving each a sniff as he did so. He even tasted a little. Writing the instructions down in a careful writing. There were definitely some interesting smells and tastes. He glanced at the other students trying to determine if he was doing it correctly. He did his best to get the balance right, it was all in the name of having magic to call his own.
( 12)
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Post by Vaitris on Nov 14, 2020 11:21:39 GMT -6
"My thanks." Kazan gave the agent a slight bow as he accepted the materials, taking note of the way the man moved as he walked away. It was always the centaur's secret hope that the WDSA was filled with more supers than it appeared on the surface, and it seemed likely this human might be more than a typical halfling.
He listened to the instructions attentively, picking out each item as it was mentioned and placing it to the side. The titration machine and the bunsen burner were unfamiliar tools to him, as was the general practice of chemistry, but he didn't think that the application of anything here could be too dissimilar to what he did in his shop or in the kitchen. It was all just observation and measurement, trial and error. He poured the liquids as directed, trying to be as precise as possible with his amounts. The titration he checked and double checked, making sure he was following the guidance that had been given.
In the end he had a decently similar result to the instructor, even if it was achieved with less efficiency and assurance than Agent Lucidus had shown. He would have liked better, but it was an effort that would not have resulted in a reprimand were he undertaking it back in the academy of his youth at least.
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Post by jarahamee on Nov 22, 2020 23:23:09 GMT -6
Zavijah: After a lot of titration, and perfect mixing, Zavi’s concoction comes out a beautiful crystalline blue. The exact color and density that Cassius’ potion appeared to be. When she stirred it, she could see deep within the solution, a spark of power. Something was right. Now she had only to try it.
Grim:
Grim followed the instructions, mostly to the letter. They turned a blue color, with a muddied reflection to it. It seemed like it was the right color, if he squinted at Agent Lucidus’ potion a little. Maybe it was the lighting that was off. It must be that.
Now he only had to try it.
Kazan:
Kazan’s potion looked quite like Agent Lucidus’. The color seemed right. The consistency seemed right, and deep within, there seemed to be a spark of something. Like light deep within. Swirling it looked right. Everything looked perfect. When he squinted at it, he was not 100% sure, but he could be fairly certain it was at least safe to try.
Now that was all there was left to do.
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Post by okami1reeka333 on Nov 23, 2020 1:02:09 GMT -6
zavijah:
She wrote notes as to the result. . the appearance, the color, how it reacts to light, the smell, even the deep reaction within that came off as though it had a spark of power within. . .It was definitely odd, different than the usual concoctions she made at home prior. . . .then again, changing one's hair color than creating a stench bomb. . . .making poisons and their nullifiers. . . She moved it from underneath the device and pondered apon who might want something like this? . . . Who would like it vs who would have no use for it. . . .
Apart of her fears should she use it. . . it will definitely change the color, but not the shine of her hair that would mimic that of the reaction of light opals would have- similar to the scales of those on her blood father's side. . . . . . That, alone, would become a dead give away as to what she was. . . Then there's the assumption it would not have an adverse effect apon her should she consume it. . . . most medications and what not tend to effect her differently due to her rather high internal temperature than others. . .
Shes even opted out of pain killers period after quite a few trials and errors of medications being used and proving to have no or adverse effect. . . That medication was more useful one someone it actually works for. . . not wasted on her.
Still, their instructor insisted they try the batch they had made. . . she wrote notes down, getting every detail she could. . . Trying to put this off, but . . . . even she could tell the longer she put this off the more eyes might be on her. . .not something she wanted. . She sighed, when she wrote down all the notes she could do and pulled a hide out from her butt purse. . . . at best her hair will look ugly. . . . she can only hope it does not have an adverse effect on her due to her body's temperatures. . .
So hesitantly, she took the potion and drank some of it. . . .that way if there was an adverse effect, she would have enough to figure out how to nullify it. . . not like her to figure out a nullifier before testing a new batch of an mixture unknown to her.
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Post by indeath on Nov 25, 2020 20:13:43 GMT -6
Grim looked at the other’s potions and then his own and sighed heavily. It definitely wasn’t the same. Why was magic so allusive to him? He needed some kind of edge in this world, otherwise he was just a regular guy who looked funny. At least he had the color right, what harm could it do? It was probably a complete dud. He was sad that there was no way for him to fake success... He could nick someone else’s potion but there were too many witnesses.
He grumbled a little then swallowed the concoction completely. Waste not want not and all that.
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Post by Vaitris on Nov 26, 2020 21:23:15 GMT -6
Kazan held up the beaker with his final product, letting the fluorescent light shine down through it. Everything about it seemed right enough, if ever so slightly off, but there was an undeniable something to it. The centaur was not wholly familiar with all of the ingredients they'd been given to use, apart they'd seemed like little, but together in this way they had power. He thought he could feel the slightest sensation of buzzing in the stubs of his horns.
Eying it again, he decided it was harmless enough and took a drink. Hopefully the hue of the potion wasn't some portent of the color it would turn his hair. He couldn't imagine anything more foolish-looking than having blue hair.
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Post by beastly on Dec 3, 2020 22:08:30 GMT -6
Simon eagerly set about work. He was rather enthusiastic about the whole thing. Maybe a little too much. The werewolf got the first part down right, at least he felt he did, but as he was pouring his mixtures together he spilled one half over the table. Well. Huh. That wasn't... ideal. He tried to salvage it, awkwardly using his hand to try and gather the liquid back up and slide it back in the container, but he had little success. He glanced around, and sighed slightly.
Well. If he got kicked out for messing up, at least it'd be a funny story. He tried to finish the potion with what he had. There ya go. (8)
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Post by jarahamee on Dec 8, 2020 1:01:24 GMT -6
Zavijah:
The moment that she drank the potion, she felt a distinct and permeating sense of rightness about her. The warmth and sweetness of the potion washed over her body, from her core to her fingertips. The sensation of magic. A little odd, like an artificial flavor, but still not bad. Maybe a strange aftertaste that lingered in her mouth.
The change was evident slowly, in something approaching a wave; the first thing she noticed was her fingernails changed color. However, had she looked at the mirror on her desk, she would realize that her hair was slowly changing color as well, settling on a deep purple hue with lighter purple highlights. Very close to the correct color.
Kazan:
Kazan took a draught of his potion, and immediately felt a very appropriate tingling; the sensation of magic, drifting through his body and moving through his fingertips to the tip of his tail. The taste was strange, almost like the artificial fruit flavor of medication, or perhaps, of candy, but it was not distasteful. The aftertaste lingered in his mouth but his sense of taste was not diverted for long.
The change came in a wave; the first thing he noticed was that his fingernails and fur were slowly changing to a deep purplish hue. He imagined his hair was likely doing the same, though the color seemed variable, matching his own variable hair and coat colors in shimmering purple, with shades of dark blue.
Grim:
Grim drank the potion and felt the rush of magic from his chest to his fingertips. It was doing something. Something, and he wasn’t sure exactly what. The sweet flavor was a little like rum, or liquor. He had the feeling it probably was not supposed to taste like that, but it was close enough. The aftertaste lingered in his mouth.
He noticed, after a moment, his fingers were a pinkish purple color, with thick waves of a light purple color, bright as a children’s poster. Any hair on his body was a matching hue.
Simon:
Simon’s potion quickly turned an ugly acid green and had an unpleasant smell when he leaned over it. There was definitely something different in the composition of his potion, compared to that the other potions.
He eyed it, and considered taking a swig, but within that moment, Cassius moved over to join Simon.
“…Your mixing… it was not quite right.”
His correction was gentle, patient, but still, a correction.
“You need to time the mixing a little differently. You will need to stop exactly at the correct number of drops, and then stir after five seconds.”
His hand that welded the broken nail brushed the adjustment knob as he gestured.
“Try it again. I’ll watch.”
He waited.
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Post by qhostqrowls on Dec 8, 2020 4:28:22 GMT -6
Faolan followed the instructions to a tee, jotting down each step of the process in neat shorthand. He counted the seconds down carefully, double checked the measurments, made sure to pour at the right rate. His concentration and attention to detail did lead to a potion that was very similar in colour to Cassius's, but it also meant he'd fallen behind.
By the time everyone else was drinking their potions, Faolan had only just finished stirring. He cast a critical eye over the finished result, and then looked sympathetically to Simons...bright green potion. The doctor hesitated as the agent lifted the mixture as if to drink, but his words of concern died in his throat as Cassius stalked over.
Not wanting the werewolf to feel the added pressure of another set of eyes, he chugged his potion and then glanced over the room to see how the rest of the group was faring. Varying shades of purple were splashed about, and he looked curiously over the centaur in particular, feeling stupid that he was surprised by the changed colour of his horse half. Of course that would also be effected.
"Woah, nice!" He flashed Kazan a friendly smile. "Purple looks good on you."
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Post by okami1reeka333 on Dec 8, 2020 4:47:34 GMT -6
zavijah:
As she awaited the effects, there was an instinctual distrust for the concoction as the taste of it registered within her mind. Dispite how right it felt. . . perhaps due to the sweetness her first thought was poison. . .yet she did not feel sick from the reaction. . .But from the corner of her eye, she could not help but see the change occurring within the mirror. . .
Something she has not used to look at herself for years. . . .Due to the presence of pigment within her hair now, it would come off more like a purple opal rather than just plain white hair with somewhat odd shadings. There was the deep purples. . . yet as it progressed, there was the specs of almost pink, light purple and blue high lights. . .then there was the green highlights as more and more of her hair gained this pigment, more color for the light to hit as it landed on her head.
Awwwwh. . . I see the princess is trying to add alittle color into her room. . .
No. .
If you wanted to spill blood. . .I would recommend that of the lesser ilk than that of your own to paint your walls with.
She quietly unfolded the hide and covered her head with it like a blanket to hide the new color. . . It definitely worked. . . perhaps to save this as nothing more than a gift to others. . .
Do realize you are death. . . No one survives within your grasp. You are no protector, a shame you will have to learn this time and time again through experience. . . You!. . . .Bring the next slave.
She quietly closed her eyes to try and steady her thoughts, before unrolling the scroll to read over her notes taken from the lesson. . . She needed to calm her mind before she can continue. . write notes down. . She grabbed her left ring finger almost instinctual before gaining the grim reminder that it was gone. . . .Though she could almost sense. . . nay. . feel it was being worn. . . perhaps the only comfort was that in due time. . . . It will return back to her possession.
But first, she needed to calm herself. . . . quietly.
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Post by beastly on Dec 8, 2020 5:05:20 GMT -6
Simon blinked up at Cassius, and waved his hand nervously, laughing quietly. It looked like everyone else was drinking theirs. He regarded his bright green concoction with some disappointment.
"Yeah, I um. Spilled the one... are ya sure...? I don't want to just waste things, um..."
He rubbed the back of his neck. Well. He knew the steps. He wouldn't spill this time, right?
He went about it a second time, trying not to choke under pressure. His hands shook, and he gave an uneasy chuckle as he worked. His eyes flicked up to the rather intimidating man. Cassius was right there. Watching him. He'd already fucked up once. God. What if he fucked up again? What if he wasted more ingredients? He bit his lip, trying to focus as he worked, but he was already spiraling. Everyone else can do this. Made sense he would screw it up. God, he should leave-... he regarded his new, worse potion and grit his teeth.
It sure was too bad he wouldn't ever be able to talk to anyone in this room ever again. He frowned as he looked once more around the room- and noticed the short woman covering her head. She seemed... upset.
That pulled him out of his thoughts. He gave an apologetic smile to Cassius. Too bad the dude probably thought he was an idiot now.
"Sorry. God, I think I just, uh. Suck at this. I'm gonna uh," he lowered his voice and flicked his eyes over to Zavi meaningfully, "check on her."
He got up, and approached Zavi slowly, making sure she could see him coming.
"Hey there, potions is fun, huh...? Uh," he stepped closer, kind concern on his face, "you doin' ok, miss?"
He spoke quietly, not wanting to draw attention to her she might not want.
(5 for potion)
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Post by Vaitris on Dec 8, 2020 17:02:55 GMT -6
Kazan's hopes for something more practical were quickly dashed as he watched the tips of his hair turn a strange shimmering hue of violet. He twisted around, noted that the tuft of his tail had changed as expected, but also that his coat was colored. The patchwork of his markings was still visible in slightly varying shades of purple. Even his fingernails had turned a dark lavender, the potion had been thorough.
"Woah, nice! Purple looks good on you."
The centaur glanced over at the blond halfling, not quite making eye contact but spying the cat-slit pupils. The sign of a super? He wasn't sure. "It is... acceptable." He managed, not quite able to completely smooth the frown from his lips. He felt like some sort of large, flashy butterfly and his skin twitched irritably. Unfortunately, he wouldn't be able to shed this coloring the same as he would an annoying fly.
Tail lashing from side to side, he observed the others in the room. The students who had made it this far were shades of violet as well. It took him a moment to recognize the purple nails on the gray-skinned super and the child was, very appropriately, trying to hide her purple locks beneath a hide of fur. He turned back to his own station, considering the ingredients there. Which element had determined the color? He fished the shikigami out of his pocket, willing to use its sharper senses to investigate, wondering if he could make the result of the potion more... subtle.
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Post by indeath on Dec 8, 2020 18:18:57 GMT -6
Grim looked at his nails, they looked ridiculous. Long sharp and bright purple like some New Jersey housewife. He couldn’t help but lick at the rest of the potion, he certainly wasn’t adverse to the flavor. This better not be permanent, it was the last thing he needed. Though if he could make the potion without the color change, it would be like cheap booze. At least he’d been more successful than the eyebrow guy.
He noticed the exchange between the cat eyed man and the centaur who looked like a bad smell was permanently under his nose. He leaned towards the blonde kid.
“Don’t worry about him... I’d tell you to tell him to get off his high horse but well you know...” He grinned widely amused by his own joke.
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Post by jarahamee on Dec 17, 2020 19:49:04 GMT -6
Zavi: Zavi’s hopes of being ignored were quickly dashed as their instructor deftly followed the fleeing Simon with a few strides of his long legs. Simon, it seems had also made his way over to Zavi’s side.
His harsh voice was uncharacteristically soft as he spoke over Simon’s head to Zavijah;
“Good work with the potion. It worked exactly as expected and you have grasped the concepts necessary for the next lesson. The color will only last an hour, though, if you wish, I have a reversal agent available.”
He had chosen something harmless to avoid adverse reactions, but could not have planned people being upset by color change. Maybe some of them were not suited to the class.
The werewolf’s scarred face contorted a little as he tried to avoid staring at her. It did not matter why she was upset, it was his job to fix it.
He then turned to Simon.
Simon:
Cassius stood behind Simon, his oddly uneven (previously broken?) fingers interlocked with one another as he waited to address him. It was the kind of patience that seemed to know he would be acknowledged eventually. He was admittedly the kind of person who could not easily be ignored, for many reasons.
He sighed softly, not in disappointment, but in preparation, before looking on Simon thoughtfully. Why did he fear repercussions? Did he fear failure? Looking foolish? His voice took on a patient tone and he spoke with his usual slow ease. His expression softened, exposing his fangs on the scarred side.
“Agent Groves, there is no need to fret over this potion. I will guide you through it this time and we will do it together. Do not worry, I am here to help you, and I will help for as long as I need to.”
Kazan:
Officer Lucidus seemed to be busy speaking to the werewolf and the small person, but he peered over and noted the fine hue that Kazan had taken.
“You did a good job with the mixing. That is the color we strive for. I would recommend reading about the purification potion, the next in our series. “
He paused and then seemed amused by the hue.
“It is more practical, but requires proper mixing to be effective and thus safe. For now, you may take reversal if you do not like this change.”
Malgrim:
Officer Lucidus had not moved from his place near Agent Groves and Zavi but he had not failed to note the slight discrepancy in color the half-goblin had when compared with the other. He had to deal with them first, but he did not want to make the others feel neglected.
“You did well, but you need to pay attention to the timing of the titration. It can mean the difference between success and failure for some potions. You must have put a drop too much of hemroot. There is no need to remake your potion, but if you wish I can help guide you.”
His expression became slightly more stern; “I will ask that you refrain from derogatory racial language, however.”
The comment seemed to be pointedly raised at his words to Kazan.
Faolan:
Faolan was last to consume the strangely sweet potion. He too felt the familiar sense of rightness about the transformation that took place, and slowly felt the spread of dark, shimmering purple from the ends of his nails to the roots of his hair.
A nice dye job indeed, though a touch darker than most of the others. Was it a mixing issue? Or a titration issue? Or temperature? Whatever it was, it seemed to be minor. The result was a rather sumptuous transformation.
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Post by okami1reeka333 on Dec 17, 2020 22:40:44 GMT -6
zavijah:
She internally sunk into a mental state of absolute dread when it came to her attention she had garnered the attention of both the instructor and one of the others. . . . Shet. . .She pulled herself away in a quiet deep exhale. . . Perhaps if she tried to offer to help Simon? Though it seems Officer Lucidus was on this already. . .perhaps wiser since he was far more familiar with this potion in particular. . .
"Ah. . .apologies. . .I am fine. ." she bowed to both. ". . I merely sought to try and avoid becoming an distraction. . " she explained. . .she did not look at her hair but showed some of it. . . it was similar to strands of polished opals. . . damage to her hair was more noticeably like this, where her hair is split or damaged one way or another. . . probably from knives or what not more than any dying from prior to this. . . .She tucked it back under the hide, before continuing.
" . . . I thank you, but I can await an hour, Tis merely color, and tis no fault of the brew what unfortunate genetic effects occur. . . I am happy it worked and I look forward to the next lesson. . . If I may, I would like to learn hao to make the reversal agent as well. " she continued. . . Why reinvent the wheel if a nullifier or a reversal exists? She was happy it worked, just not on herself. . . learning more will just serve as more distractions from having to return. . . .
Covering her hair helped. . . somewhat. . . The mere refactions and reflections of it was far to close. . . .Even flickers of images placed before her. . .The Officer and 'Agent Groves' from what she gathered was his name would randomly look like soldiers of his army. . . prisoners. . . even faces of those he had slain infront of her to try and provoke her to do what he wanted. . . . .She fought hard to try and beat down the accursed illusions away. . .Fought like hell to muffle the bastard's voice and tried to focus on the voices of others. . . . . She did not want to go back into the room she has been placed in because of what thwarts her from being able to just leave. . . while her soul tries to recollect with her at the present time. . . She wanted to remain, at least a while longer. . . .
She needed to restrain her weakness. . . . muffle it, stifle it. . . They did not need to know, and she did not want it to rob her of this little bit of piece Alchemy afforded her. . . Her struggles do not matter, they have never mattered, not in her eyes. . . .and she will be damned if they win over her like this. . . . She needed to force herself to get a grip of herself. To calm herself, calm her breathing.
He is not here.
He has no power here.
They do not need weakness in their presence. . .
Who would name their child 'Agent' ?
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