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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jul 9, 2017 22:30:22 GMT
A world of fantasy. That's what many would call their realm. Living alongside with humans, half-bird hybrids with magnificent wings and sharp talons. Wolf-folk with the raw strength of titans, and the Ankari. A species that has been here since the first Gate opened up and reigned supreme, yet still a mystery to the masses. Of course, all these unique and strange species came with wonderous qualities and miracle performing feats... But that's not to say the humans did not make their own, nor did the other water it down.
One such wonder is the French Alchemist knows as Adrienne Montague. Better known as the mother of chemistry, is a woman in her early thirties that proved to be a extraordinary scientist, chemist, biologist and adept player of five finger fillet. Her craft in medicine and potions has excelled any other Alchemist of the modern day, and possibly for decades to come. Of course, such a person of brilliance has flaws? Indeed, Miss Montague is clinically insane. While she is over friendly and curious, she is highly unpredictable and dangerous. She has little self preservation and uses herself to conduct tests, messes with highly explosive mixtures and has a bad habit of chronic, blood curdling screams. She blames it on the bad dreams about Cobras. This makes people very unwilling to be her apprentice and continue her legacy on the fear of death. Who could blame them? Two brave (maybe stupid) students died under her wing. One blew up and the other instantly combusted. Not the fault of Miss Montague's, she swears by it. Luckily however, she found a young man who was brave (maybe stupid) enough to be her apprentice. And he hasn't died yet! This makes the mad Alchemist very fond of the boy and teaches him well, maybe sometimes uses him as a Guinea pig as well. However, their journey of craft will take an unexpected turn...
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In the shop of 'Alchemical Wonders', one of the best shops of modern medicine and potions, business is going well. The shop's cashier is just seeing off a satisfied customer through the door while the owner's apprentice and assistant is currently working on some crafts on the other side of the store. Miss Montague works him constantly, she says that hard work is consistent and demanding. She also said something about being wary of the badgers or something similar along those lines, but he is used to her incoherent babbling by now... The shop is carrying on business as usual.
As soon as the door closes, the back door to the store room and lab bursts open so hard, the door almost flies off it's hinges. Out of the doorway rushes out Adrienne Montague, the owner and famed Alchemist. Her skin is fair, short bronze hair and dark blue eyes. She dresses quite neatly if bizarre. A long sleeved blouse, suit vest, pants and leather shoes, all colours of bronze, brown and black. She looks like a woman out of time... Tucked under her arm is a leather case with a handle that she carries around with her. No doubt filled with her paperwork, notes and vital ingredients. Over her eyes are the signature welding goggles. In basic terms, Montague looks elegant if weird. She immediately rushes over to the cashier and slams the till closed, nearly trapping the poor girl's fingers inside. "Early closing, dear! Head home and talk to that boy you have a crush on... Ryan? Dylan? Something with 'an' at the end but go! Shoo!" her words are rapid fire and hard to keep up with, but sound over friendly and bubbly as she smiles a wide grin. The poor girl is scared to hell of her boss everytime she speaks, she has never openly done anything threatening or scary. It's just how insanely casual she is about the madness of everything. The girl nervously nods with an incredulous look and makes her way out of the shop. Adrienne does not slow down to wait for the girl to leave and rushes over to her trusted apprentice. She sweeps her arm across his work table and scatters everything on the floor. Before he can ask what the hell she is doing, though her crazy random antics are not uncommon, she grabs him by the collar and begins pulling him over the table and lands in a heap on the other end, she pulls him to his feet and drags him to the door. "Not now, my sweet pea! We have great importance to get out of the way of! The catalyst of our story is about to explode into action!" her words make absolutely no sense, but do to herself. She shoulders the door open while pulling her student with her, her rush to the other Street knocks over an old man. "My apologies! But you should watch where I'm going!" She shouts over the man's curses and her student's protests, on her path she grabs the cashier still crossing the road and begins pulling her too with her. "Too slow!"
She stops on the other side and turns around to face the shop, letting go off the two. They both begin voicing their questions about what is up with her behaviour this time, even the fact that she didn't lock up. Adrienne just makes shushing noises and keeping her eyes locked onto the shop, as if ready to expect something. After a few seconds, her shoulders slump. "Hmm... I thought I timed it correctly..." Just as she says that, all hell breaks loose. The shop bursts into flames. Windows explodes outwards into twinkling shards of glass, the door flies forward where the Alchemist shoves her assistant firmly so it just barely misses him. A deafening sound of the explosion smashes everybody's eardrums. The cashier ducks down and screams with her hands over her ears, onlookers and passersby run away in terror and panic. Miss Montague has barely reacted to any of it, apart from where she picks off a little piece of glass off of her blouse. She acts if she was expecting this. "Well that was less dazzling. I was expecting fire bursting everywhere! Maybe a dead body or two! Is this all my opening is worth?" She shakes her head in disappointment. "Ah well, it is still an excellent start to it all."
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Post by Raz on Jul 10, 2017 3:43:21 GMT
Many people, be them human or otherwise, admire and revere the ingenuity and creativity of the lands greatest thinkers. It is people such as these that often find themselves in the laps of lavish wealth and fame for their discoveries and inventions. However, little thought is ever given to those scurrying about their labs, performing menial tasks as well as performing their own research. Cedric Pelletier is one such forgettable lab assistant.
Cedric comes from a humble background among Paris' working class. His family made sure that he never went hungry but there was little left over to humour his desires to learn and create. In all respects it's a miracle that he was afforded the gift of an education at all. He could read and write, and knew his numbers better than even his own parents but this was not satisfying in the least for him. Where most young boys are interested in playing knights or hero's, Cedric was interested in why fire was hot, how birds could fly, but most of all he was interested in cannons. He loved seeing the great weapons spit flame and lead during the celebrations. He'd seen the great metal balls shred through stone towers like a rock through a window during an exhibition of one of the guns. It was on his fourteenth birthday that a question struck him that latched on like a tick, "What if we made cannons that were small enough to hold?"
It was partially his journey to see this question answered that resulted in his meeting with Adrienne Montague. He was nineteen years old when he went to her with a suitcase full of notes, materials, and a tentative blueprint for his new device. It was risky business going to Montague. She had two other assistants before him and both met tragic end. These tragedies mixed with her already eccentric personality left her apprenticeless. Cedric didn't want to become her apprentice, not at first, but his limited funds would not allow him to continue his work alone and neither would his lack of knowledge. He needed Montague if he was to ever make anything of himself as a man of science. Much to his surprise she said that he was hired before he even asked. To his confusion she said something about a British man telling her to take him on as her apprentice. This as he would learn, would not be the end of her strange and frankly insane behavior. No, it was more the beginning of it than anything.
Cedric had heard plenty of rumours speaking of her madness but he'd never put much stock in them. He should have. Never before had he seen someone so strange. Oh sure there were plenty of nutters in the part of the city he lived in but they seemed to have some kind of order to their insanity. Montague had no order, she was like a whirlwind. Yet despite this, he'd grown fond of her. She was a kind woman despite her eccentricity. This is why Cedric fully committed to learning her ways.
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It had been a busy day in Ms. Montague's shop of Alchemical Wonders, as it usually was. Cedric the assistant, had been whipping up so many different tonics and creams this morning that he had worried he'd not have any time to work on his own project. But that was simply how it was. Minor, effortless rash creams and the like were always delegated to Cedric. This sort of work had dominated most of his time with Ms. Montague during the first few months.
He glanced up from his work bench for a moment to see the cashier, Syrilla finish wrapping a small tin container. She handed it to the customer, a young human man, who tipped his hat "Thank you, Madame." The bell above the door jingled as he exited and Syrilla calls out with a smile, "Thank you! Please come again." It was the line she'd repeated hundreds of times since she'd been hired.
When the door closed shut and the man was gone, her smile disappeared and she groaned. "Ugh, my feet are killing me." She sat on the stool behind the register and massaged her aching feet through her shoes.
That had been the last customer of a particularly long rush. They'd been swamped since the store had been open, yet Montague hadn't come out of her private part of the lab. The rush had began to ebb by midday and had ended completely about mid afternoon. As per usual, most of their clients were nobles who instead of picking up their unmentionable lotions and creams themselves, send a servant as that man had been. It was rare for people of the lower class to enter the building, those usually require something important. Ms. Montague often handles those customers as it is almost always a matter of life and death.
He gave a slight shake of his head to clear his thoughts, "Anyways, back to work." He thought before looking back down to his work bench. It was covered in a plethora of parts, wood shavings, his notebook, but most important of all was his baby. His Licht und Schatten. This was his first real creation and it was nearly complete. This was to be the answer to the question he had asked himself. It was to be a weapon never before seen on this Earth.
For some time he was terrified by rumors of a Spanish invention known as the Arquebus. He feared that his invention had been stolen by someone else. That was until he heard of what it was. The Arquebus is a wooden stock with a metal tube attacked to it. It was to be placed on a stand, held with the left hand and ignited by a fuse in the right hand. It was in essence a hand cannon, but it had much to be desired. It was prone to misfiring and made hitting your target nearly impossible by only having one hand to steady the weapon. So, while the concept was similar it lacked any sense of grace or ingenuity that his design had.
He tentatively called this style of weapon a Mousquet after the Sparrow Hawk. However, he gave his prototype a more personal name. His invention weighed 4.5 kilograms. It was 150 centimeters from tip to tail. It also fired a 17.5 millimeter lead ball. The weapon was made from an English walnut stock, a hardwood capable of absorbing the shock of the discharge. He had polished it until it was smooth to the touch and held a nice shine. Attached to the stock was a slender steel tube that was further held on by three steel bands. Underneath the barrel was a long metal rod used for pushing the projectile and its powder to the firing mechanism. The action for the Mousquet was the main point of contention. He had at first toyed with the idea of using a matchlock firing action but discharged the idea as impractical. Requiring a lit fuse to fire the weapon could greatly reduce it's effectiveness. For a long while he planned on using a wheel lock that would create a spark to ignite the powder. While in theory it could work, the weapon simply had too great a chance of the trigger being pulled and nothing happened. Finally during the last few months he decided on something new. A flintlock action. Inspiration had struck him when he noticed Montague working with some flint and steel one day to strike a reaction with an experiment of hers. He was quick to test flint and steel as a firing action and it worked perfectly. Misfires were down considerably. Lastly there was one more modification that he hadn't come up with. This was the grooves inside of the barrel that will grip the ball as it fires. This is known as rifling and was invented two years prior by an artillery expert in Augsburg. While the powder poses the danger of fouling the rifling if fired in quick succession Cedric decided he'd sacrifice firing capacity for accuracy. At least for his variant. His notebook was filled with hundreds of other styles that this weapon could take.
But for the moment he working out the precise powder measurements needed to fire the weapon without any excess. He was busy scribbling notes when the back room door was flung open with a bang as his mentor came striding out. With a start he looks up at her in confusion, " Ms Montague?"
He has to admit that she was quite elegant despite her dress, or perhaps because of it. While he himself was rather plain in comparison. He wore a stained black coat over a white linen shirt, a pair spectacles, a puffy set of trousers and leather shoes. He had pale skin and one dark brown eye. The other was a stormy grey. His hair, once a rich dark brown was now a stark white. Both his eye and his hair used to be uniformly brown but an experiment of Montague's changed that a few months ago.
She doesn't seem to hear him as she rushes over to Syrilla with that same manic smile and unnerving friendliness. He watched with growing sympathy as the poor cashier was hurriedly shoo'd off. Though when she turns to him a growing sense of dread fills him. He takes hold of his notebook and Light und Schatten protectively. " Ms Mo- woah!" He shouted as she slung all of his precious materials off the table and pulled him over to the other side. He landed on a beaker and winced, "What is the matter?" He demanded of her with incredulity in his eyes as she pulled him up to his feet. Her reply was less than illuminating.
She pulled him out of the building after knocking over some old man. She continued dragging him and now Syrilla until they were a good ways away from the shop. When she finally let go both Cedric and Syrilla were looking at her like she's gone even further off the deep end. "What is the meaning of this Ms. Montague? You've smashed my workspace and the measurements I was taking. Just what is-" As he says this his ears are deafened by an enormous explosion. He turned and looked at the shop, now a burning inferno with complete and utter horror. So much of his work just went up in a fireball. All he has is his prototype, a single one of his notebooks, and a bag of powder and shot.
He turned to look at Adrienne Montague with a mix of outrage and disbelief, "Wh-what did you do?!"
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jul 10, 2017 15:50:37 GMT
Adrienne grasps her goggles with both hands and raises them off of her eyes to rest on top of her forehead, a black blotch surrounds the left eye after she drank an experimental potion that she was hoping to grant her improved sight in the darkness, but turned out to be highly toxic. It would have blinded her, cause violent vomiting and death through total organ failure within half an hour if she hadn't already drank a ridiculous cocktail of numerous antidotes beforehand as a precaution. The only effects were the permanent black mark and sometimes she sees sparkles of colour for a half second. She looks at the burning shop with confusion and suspicion. She raises a finger to Cedric to shush him as she thinks. "That's not mine." Is the conclusion she has come to. Of course, her assistant is skeptical so she turns her head to him to explain. "Look at the flames. They burn the boring original orange, the chemicals I was using would have burned a deep red flame... Not to mention the explosion was more of a..." She makes a typical, loud explosion sound with added hand gestures suddenly and making Scyilla jump out of her skin. "Mine would have been a..." She then makes a strange whistling sound similar to a vacuum before a loud 'shwoom' noise. "So my conclusion is... This wasn't my explosion." The mad woman is fully aware that she just bluntly admitted to wanting to create a highly explosive reaction... Again. How else would she know an explosion would happen?
"Which means somebody tried to assassinate us, sweet pea." That pet name she gave to Cedric since they began. When he eventually asked why sweet pea, she explained that he reminded her of a little pea inside their pod then onto a highly detailed explanation about how if peas were actually people inside a cramped pod, they would have to violently and swiftly strangle their fellow peas to death in order to have oxygen to survive long enough until they claw their way out of the pod. A fight for survival as she put it and gave Cedric a sixty percent chance of coming out the last pea standing, which she assured was good odds since there's always three or four peas inside the pod. Of course, none of it made fucking sense and only accomplished in disturbing the boy. But the real topic at hand is what she just said. Assassination. "I bet it was the Durand Brothers, those are the only ones brazen and psychotic enough to commit such an act." Her tone isn't angry or venomous, but eerily calm and inquisitive. In fact, nobody has ever seen her angry at all. Frustrated, yes. But never angry.
"If that is the case, we must go. I have my notes, journal and some important research I've been doing. I had the time to save some of your work, sweet pea but unfortunately not all. I hope you can forgive me." Her words are rapid fire as she peers inside her suitcase to make sure everything is there. She turns to Scyilla. "Sorry to say, my dear but I will have to let you go. I shall write you a glowing recommendation that will land you any job you wish!... Except one in the weapons department, I'm never trusted there." She explains and drops a small coin purse into her hands, then pushes her into the direction of the fleeing crowd. "Safe travels, Scyilla! You were always one of my favourite cashiers!" She shouts to her with a friendly wave of farewell. She turns to Cedric with a determined gleam in her eye and a bright smile, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Assassins hunting us? No place to go to anymore? This is our story, sweet pea. This is our moment!" Her manic smile vanishes for a second and tilts her head. "But where to now?" She asks the question to Cedric, but it almost seems like she is asking somebody else too that isn't visible to the naked eye, or it could be her madness in the act again.
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Post by Raz on Jul 10, 2017 16:27:51 GMT
Cedric, the assistant to a mad scientist for a year and half, was at a loss for words to even begin to try to comprehend the ridiculousness of what Montague just said. "Wha? But..but..but." He sputters unsure how to even react. He's glad he's alive of course but she just admitted to wanting to do the same damn thing! His head shoulders slumped as he realized that he shouldn't be that surprised she planned on blowing it up either.
Syrilla who has up to this point been just staring into the flames of the burning shop with horror starts when her employer speaks to her. She turns her head just in time to see Montague pressing a small pouch of clinking coins into her hands. "What? But Ms Montague-" She starts to say before with a happy smile her employer tells her she's let go and shoves her into the fleeing crowd. "Ah!" She cried before being carried away with the crowd. Before she is dragged away a thought crosses her mind that chills her to the bone, "What happened to the other cashiers?"
Cedric sighs as Syrilla is taken away but he visibly perks up at the mention that some of his notes survived in her suitcase. "Oh thank you." He says feeling the blow of the loss lessen significantly. Still when she says that it was the Durand brothers he can't help but think she's being hypocritical by calling them psychotic. A bit of the pot calling the kettle black. "But why would they be trying to assassinate you? What could you have done to encroach on their business?" He said thinking now how cut throat this market is.
Given her reaction he couldn't help but feel she wasn't taking this seriously at all. "You are way too excited about this, professor." He sighs and shakes his head, "We could always go through the gate and see if they need a new alchemists there." He says with clear sarcasm, there's no way they'd go through the gate. "Well I suppose now that the shop is gone I only have one last experiment to test. Professor, would you like to test my newest invention?" Cedric had just managed to get the correct amount of powder for a discharge. He loaded the musket and held it out for her to take. "Don't point the barrel at anyone, just aim up into the air and pull the trigger."
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jul 10, 2017 17:12:42 GMT
"Simple. I'm the best." Adrienne replies to her trusted assistant casually. "Did you see the crowd that entered the shop today? That's more customers the Durand Brothers get in a week! Envy is a powerful emotion, sweet pea. They want to remove me so that they're the best in the market once more. They cannot negotiate or bribe me to back down because let's be frank here, I'm batshit insane." She says with her usual wide smile. "So the only other way is to kill me. I admit, they came close that time, but not close enough..." She then spends some time thinking on what to do next, until Cedric makes a sarcastic comment about entering gate. It brightens up the alchemist's face. "My boy, you are brilliant! That's exactly what we will do! A gate would have many exotic fauna and animals on the other side for all manners of new experiments, not to mention the adventure we would have! The British and the American talked about this possibility, I heard it in one of my dreams!" by dream, she means black out after drugging herself with unstable tests. "We must go there immediately!" She announces and grabs Cedric's wrist to begin tugging him but stops short when he offers her one his strange devices he has been working on.
She takes it like a super curious child and begins to inspects it. In basic terms, it is a metal tube attached to some wood. There is a mechanism oh the side that looks like a mini clockwork hammer and a piece of flint in front of it. Underneath the wood of the mechanism is a ring with a thin piece of metal poking out of it. It is a strange device, but that's what Adrienne likes about it. Though she does not understand why she should point it to the sky. "Why would do that? You cannot get results from the air above us! Why not like this?" She then aims the tube on her temples, to which her sweet pea immediately scrambles to pull the device away from her head saying a fumble of words. "Okay... So you want to test it?" She asks, aiming it at his face and he does the same act but with a lot more panic. Jeez she cannot understand the lad! "Oh fine fine! It's your research I suppose..." she says with some disappointment and aims it in the air and squeezing the thin metal thread carelessly. An explosion erupts from it, though a hell of a lot more tame and lower in volume than the shop explosion, smoke bellows from the end of the metal tube and her ears pick up the whistling of a tiny projectile soaring through the air, at much incredible speed than an arrow shot from the bow. Many flinch around her and run even faster from the maniac while she just stares into the sky, trying to catch sight of the projectile. "My word..." she murmurs, sounding impressed. She brings the pistol down from the air and holds it both hands to examine it once more. The smoke still spills from the metal tube, which is hot to the touch and a strong aroma of gunpowder emits. "It is like you said, a miniature cannon! You would be changing the very way how people intiate combat, sweet pea!" She says with excitement and her smile. "Would it have the same effect when it hits flesh?" She wonders out loud, then aims it again at a fleeing person and pulls the trigger again. Her face falls into a frown when all it does is click. "Oh? What happened?" She asks Cedric who snatches the device from her.
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Post by Raz on Jul 10, 2017 18:12:32 GMT
"Well, I suppose that's true. They'd be able to take up the business you lost once more." When she says that she's batshit insane Cedric pauses realizing that was true as well. It is unnerving to hear her admit it so willingly. However, what's more alarming than her casual admittance to madness is her taking his suggestion seriously. "Why thank you," He says before realizing what she thought he was brilliant for. The boy's eyes go as wide as dinner plates. "Wait, what?! No it was..." He stops, knowing that the idea of sarcasm would be beyond lost."How would we even be granted entry to such a place? They don't let just anyone travel to an fro." With hope that information would dissuade her from this course. Still, Lord knows he wouldn't be able to stay now that the Durands are after them.
Again she mentions a British person and something called an American. She mentions them from time to time and each instance that she does so leaves him even more confused than before. From what he gathers though, these two apparently tell her what to do. The British more than the American. She said the American was more interested in Cedric's actions. He wrote it off as more of her inane ramblings though.
All this thinking about her insanity is beginning to make Cedric reevaluate giving the gun to her. But it is too late. She holds it in her hands and asks him some questions. "Because if you point this at someone or something-" His hands dart forward and jerk the barrel from her head before she can pull the trigger. "No! Are you trying to kill yourself?!" He seats the barrel away when she points it at him, "Woah! Professor don't point this at people! This isn't a toy. Now just discharge it in the air." He watches with growing satisfaction as she aims and fires the Mousquet. "Excellent. It works just as I'd dreamed." Even he himself is in awe of what he's done. At his professor's compliment a light blush rises to his cheeks. "Ah yes, well, I'm just glad to see it come together." He isn't used to being complimented. "I have more to test though. Indeed this Mousquet, my Licht und Schatten is only a prototype. I still have many ideas for other larger and smaller variants. Some you could even keep in your belt!" He says excitedly.
When she aims it at someone else and tries to fire all there is is a click, some sparks, and nothing else. While her immediate reaction to fire it at someone disturbs him he gently takes it away and explains. "Yes that is the drawback of it. It fires one projectile and then needs to be reloaded. I have ideas for other versions that can fire more but I simply didn't have the time or skill to develop a weapon like that. If you can believe it, you helped me with this design. The flintlock mechanism I got from you. Kinda like how I got my new hair and eye." He says with a chuckle.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jul 10, 2017 20:09:24 GMT
Adrienne nods in understanding as he explains the devices properties, drawbacks and advantages. "Fascinating... So you must load it full of gunpowder for each shot." She thinks out loud. "Each shot uses that gunpowder for velocity... What if the gunpowder is put into the lead ball?" She asks Cedric, she obviously she explains for him. "Maybe instead of a solid ball, we replace it for a casing filled with the gunpowder so the shot. It cuts down reloading time massively by only inserting the shot. That would make it an effective weapon!" She exclaims to him, excited by this prospect. Though she looks over his shoulder and sees two men pushing the opposite way of the fleeing crowd, staring at to two.
"Another time, sweet pea! The chase has commenced!" She yanks Cedric's wrist to follow her and begins to run. She's not even giving care to her surroundings, knocking people over and spraying their belongings all across the floor, she is a flurry of 'excuse me's and 'watch out's only she is practically screaming them that people jump out of the way from fright. "Do you know where the nearest Gate is located?" She screams the question almost in her assistants face as they run. "Oh Goodness am I screaming? My apologies, I scream when I'm excited!" But of course, her constant screaming is giving the hitmen a good lock on their positions. If they don't duck out of sight soon, their assailants will catch up. Almost as if she suddenly realises this (or she somehow heard the narrator's observation.) she pulls Cedric into a narrow alleyway and the two begin to run down it until they come across a back door. "Sweet pea, do you know how to pick a lock?" She asks this time, in her normal tone after calming down from the thrill of the chase. "Oh who am I kidding? I always wanted to do this!" Before he could ask what she means, she kicks the door with all her might... But it does not break open. She stumbles back and almost falls on her ass from the pathetic attempt of breaking down the door. It dawns on her that she is not a badass action hero like some in the alternative timelines but an Alchemist with a few screws loose. "Hmm... They made it look so easy." She mumbles, a little deflated by how weak she is compared to others. But what she does not have in physical strength she makes up for creativity and ingenuity. From her suit vest pocket she pulls out a tiny tin container full of a rust coloured paste. She smears some of it on the door handle and the location where the latch would be. "Cover your eyes, you might go blind." She instructs her assistant as she puts on her goggles. Next. She fishes out a flint and steel she always carries around with her. With one strike, the sparks cover the paste and ignite it into a super bright glow. It is like staring into a miniature sun, you could almost feel the heat from it!... In fact, that is heat, it's burning through it! The mad woman grins as the paste fizzles out, leaving the twisted and melted metal of what used to be a lock and handle in it's place. With a gentle push it opens up. "After you!" She says with pride and pushes her assistant inside, following closely.
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Post by Raz on Jul 11, 2017 16:24:18 GMT
Cedric contemplates what she was saying about having the powder inside of the casing. It's a marvelous idea but one he hasn't had much time to work on. Much of his design would need to be greatly changed to accommodate such a leap in design. Before he can give voice to any sort of reply his professor shouts in alarm at the sight of two men pushing their way through the crowd after them. He has barely the time to keep up with her as she begins to bound away with his wrist in her grasp!
She screams in his face during the chase about any possible gates in the area. With them rushing about like this he was uncertain where one would be. But again she pulls him along without giving him the chance to speak. The duo continue down the street, Montague often is forced to shove people out of the way. What becomes of the people tossed aside as the horde presses on, Cedric doesn't care to think about. Then without apparent rhyme or reason she pulls Cedric off the road and into an alleyway. Coming upon a door his professor asks if he is able to pick a lock. He shakes his head, "No but perhaps we should-" His thought is interrupted by her foot slamming into the door. There is a loud sound but ultimately no effect.
"Ms. Montague, I really think you should-" Again he's ignored and a blazing light erupts from the door as the mad alchemists uses thermite to burn through the door. He has to shield his eyes with his arm from the blinding light. When it fades he looks at her with the most stupified look, "You didn't even check to see if it was locked." He muttered before following her into the building. "Alright perhaps now we can breathe a moment and get a sense of where we-" When he looks up he sees Montague holding a puppy with that deranged look in her eyes. To the side was a family in terror with the father angrily looking from Cedric to Adrienne. "Look what you did to my door!! You'll be paying for that! Now put down my daughter's pet you maniac!" He shouts.
Cedric has a flash to Adrienne trying to shoot someone in the crowd and is suddenly terrified for this poor hounds life. "Professor, please put the dog down."
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jul 12, 2017 15:04:45 GMT
Adrienne keeps moving through the mystery building, Cedric's words going through one ear and out the other. She's full of curiosity to what this place is. A factory? Somebody's home? Maybe even a secret hideout for a peculiar hero or heroine!? No that can't be it... She and her sweet pea are the main characters, only the mains have such a luxury to- wait could this be THEIR potential secret hideout!? The possibilities are endless! Her landslide of crazy thoughts come to a halt when a bark at her feet pulls her away from them. She looks down to see the most adorable little puppy she has ever seen. She grins at the creature. "Why hello there." She says sweetly and crouches down to pet the little guy, then picks him up into her arms. The animal is unusually calm and comfortable in the Alchemist's hands. Either the pup feels her presence is not a threat, or it is such a high threat that it is too terrified to move, lest he provokes the strange woman. The pup reminds her when she had her own pet; a cat named stumps, before she took on Cedric as her apprentice. He was called stumps because he was lacking any legs at all, though she adopted him like that and that is what drawn her to the feline. She made him a little board with wheels and carted him around her lab. She sometimes misses her little stumpy friend, but she can't remember what happened to him, something to do with mixing up his milk with nitro glycerin...
She turns to her sweet pea, beaming. "Look, sweet pea! I found a friend!" She exclaims and holds the pup in front of her, which barks at the lad. She then turns her head into the direction of what appears to be an angry and terrified family. "Oh hello! Might I say, you have a cute little pet!" She says in greeting, manic smiles and all that really shakes up what she believes is the mother. The father is yelling about the door and the pup. She turns her head to look at it. "It does appear to be in quite a state, no? I would get the carpenter and the locksmith as soon as possible, you never know the kinds of people that might just waltz into your home!" She advises to them, completely unaware that her words just described the exact situation at hand. There's yelling at Cedric while he tries his best to calm the man down. The Alchemist is no longer paying attention, she's trying to listen in on the shoutbox. She could swear that the American, British and the Surgeon are comparing her and her sweet pea to a maniac, brilliant but drunk scientist and his young grandson who is riddled with anxiety issues.
She snaps back to her world when Cedric tells her to put the pup down, he looks like he is trying to calm down a crocodile ready to snap up it's next meal. "Why of course!" She grins, as if realising something. "How selfish of me, you want to hold him too!" She practically shoves the pup into Cedric's arms, then walks past the father and his family deeper into the house. "I hope you don't mind but my shop just blew up and now two men are looking to kill us!" She shouts as she walks over to the father's resting chair as if she owns the place. "We just want to take refuge here until they pass. Oh and if they find us here, they might kill you too to tie up loose ends. Apologies in advance if that happens!" She places her briefcase onto her lap as she sits down and opens it up, retrieving an empty round bottle, a dark blue vial, some bright yellow leaves and a jar of Black tar-like substance. She has that look, the look of when she is about to create a mixture of extraordinary properties! She loves her job.
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Post by Raz on Jul 13, 2017 12:43:36 GMT
At times Montague almost seems normal in her mannerisms, only the odd quirk or two would stand out. This was not one of those times. She snatched up their dog, gave it to Cedric, then told the family that they're probably going to die. The mother's goes pale as she hears this. She's holding her daughter so close as the mad woman walks by that she's practically under her skirt. The father's eyes widen like saucers, his red face sputters in a mix of of fury and fear. "GET OUT!!!" He shouts at the top of his lungs at the alchemist.
At about this point when the man begins to shout at Adrienne, Cedric feels his blood turn to ice in his veins. He rushes over to the mans side and grabs him by the arm of his sleeve. The man tears his arm away the moment he feels the contact. He glares down at Cedric but pauses for a moment when he sees the look of complete terror covering how young features. "Sir please." He says urgently, "Whatever your misgivings, I'm begging for you to leave now with your family." The look in my eyes shows that the boy is legitimately concerned about what is about to happen. It isn't the assassins that worries him, it's his employer. Two men are nothing to her but civilians getting in the mix will only end in tragedy. The man glances from the boy to Montague and back again. He seems to visibly deflate. There's an almost imperceptible nod of his head before he takes hold of his wife and daughters hand. "Michelle we need to leave." He says quickly after Cedric hands the puppy back to it's true owner. The mother looks relieved as the family quickly rush out of their home and away from the mad woman.
The danger had not yet passed. "Adrienne, what are you doing?" Cedric asked tentatively. He recognized some of those compounds, she was making a bomb. Montague may notice that this is the first time he's called her by her first name. She'll also notice the shoutbox talking of knife wielding crabs.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jul 13, 2017 14:06:16 GMT
Adrienne looks up from her work and to Cedric, stopping her work temporarily and tilts her head to the side as if curious, nobody ever uses her first name, so the sound of it from somebody other than herself is strange. "You have never called me by my first name. Interesting... Your question must be an important one. Also, that knife wielding crab did not go unnoticed, and they say I'm mad!" She talks in a calm and almost normal voice now she is past her manic stage of the excitement. She then realises what she just said. "Oh wait... It wasn't you who said that last part, ignore the crab. I am creating something we can use for our defence should we not be able to escape." She looks back down and finishes the final ingredients into the round bottle, gives it a very vigorous shake after corking it. The liquid begins to react and glow a brilliant yellow, if one pays a close eye to it they can see what appears to be mini arcs of lightning moving inside of the potion. She then stands up and holds it out between her and Cedric, as if presenting a wonderful discovery. "This is one of my new mixtures, one I am most proud of. The ingredients were difficult to come by but I got ahold of them through imports. Thunder leaves, the regurgitation of a tri-wing aviary from beyond the Gate and my own stabiliser. With careful quantities and measurements... I have created lightning in a bottle." Her voice is low as she explains it to her apprentice, analysing every detail of the liquid and studying it's appearance. Her final words are proud, like she just made a huge breakthrough, which in a way is true. Nobody has ever captured an element inside a potion without the use of will powder.
She then places a hand on his shoulder, other still holding the lightning bomb in front of the two. "Before we entered the house, I knew it was futile escaping the goons. They will eventually find us, so I'm glad you convinced the family to leave. It makes our combat easier." She smiles an almost normal smile at him. "You still have your second musket loaded yes? Have it ready incase my mixture does not eliminate them both. We can combat this Cedric... See what I did there? I used your real first name. We are having a nice sentimental bonding." The second half of her words is fast as her usual tone again, smile spreading a little wider.
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Post by Raz on Jul 14, 2017 13:55:09 GMT
Her response was strange but not of the usual variety. No instead it was strange because it sounded almost as if she was normal. For a few short moments her manic, jittery, voice that he'd grown so familiar with was gone. He'd practically lived with this woman for well over 18 months yet he'd never heard her talk like this before. Gently he leans his Licht und Schatten against the wall after walking to his mentors side. "Lighting in a bottle." He said in awe of what she'd been able to accomplish. "You really are a genius, Professor." In that moment he felt her gently place her hand upon his shoulder. "So you knew about what we would have to do from the very start." This confirmed his suspicions that he'd been harboring for some time now. Montague was no simple mad scientist, there is more in that head of hers. He shrugs a bit when she mentions his achievement. "It was the right thing to do, I didn't want them getting hurt if I could help it."
At her word he does begin to reload his prototype with shot once more. "Afraid I only have the one Mousquet with me. But it should do for now." His hands mechanically reload the weapon without his eyes even having to move to check. He was stunned when she called him Cedric. That was the first time she had called him something beyond a pet name or assistant. "So you have. Now we're on a first name basis I guess." He sighs and sits down against the wall with his mousquet on his lap. His eyes were locked on the door but he asked, "What are these voices you're always talking about? I've been too scared to ask for the longest time but given the current predicament," He shrugs again, "You mention the American, "He says sounding out the odd word and its syllables."And the British the most. But there are others too aren't there?"
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jul 14, 2017 15:05:57 GMT
Adrienne nods at his words in affirmation. Sometimes she will call him Cedric, other times she will call him her sweet pea. Depends on her mood really. She steps away from her assistant and begins to hunker the place down, darting around the room and flipping and pushing furniture haphazardly all over the place, so the goons will have a difficult time maneuvering towards the duo. She does this task with the occasional 'ally oop!' and 'aaaaand flip!' leaving her lips, she goes from almost normal back into the usual weirdness so quickly, that you would almost believe it never happened. She tosses her lightning in a bottle dangerously from one hand to the other as she thinks how exactly they should go about this... Throw the bomb and Cedric shoots the survivor? He shoots one and she blows up the other? Maybe they could talk them out of it through the coercion of self preservation, going against a mad genius with a bomb and a brilliant engineer with his own portable cannon is very unhealthy after all...
It is then Cedric asks her a question, a question about the shoutbox and their population. Oh how she always wanted to explain this! She grins at him and catches her bomb with one hand and holds them both behind her back. "Because you feel as if you will never get the chance to ask again due to being beaten to death by the goons? It shall not be the case but I will educate you nonetheless." She says casually and sits back down in the father's chair, putting the bomb on the arm of it. She holds her hands together underneath her chin and recalls all the knowledge she has of these people. "Well, they have been here for a very long time. Longer than either you or I came into the picture. I guess you could call them Masters of such... The British directly controls my actions while the American controls yours, though you think they are you own... Ever felt that weird sensation that some of the things you do, it feels like you have strings being pulled by an unseen force? That's your American in control." Her rambles sound absolutely batshit insane, to even suggest that they were created and controlled by an otherworldly force with no say in it is lunacy. But she presses on. "The British is a dodo. Yep, you heard it. Those fat little stumpy birds that just waddle around... Actually let's call him that from now on. I always imagine him wearing a top hat and a tea cup... Unsure why. The American is a strange one, he always reminds me of Raspberries. Do not ever insult his origin and country, he's very sensitive about it and will spend a whole night in an near endless rant about it. The others need to tell him to shut up at times." Well if Cedric didn't think it could get anymore wild, it just did. A Patriotic Raspberry and a top hat donning Dodo drinking tea...
"Yes there are others! Very observant of you, sweet pea!" She exclaims in delight, happy that he has paid some attention. "There's the Surgeon. Although she seemed displeased with that name, perhaps I could give her something else... Anyway, she seems to love being the best and pretend to be all scary! You should see her creations, one was a woman who is a fighting machine that reads people's attacks before they make them... Another is somebody crazier than me who can slow down time around her, without affecting herself! Very overpowered, I guess it gives her a boost with her confidence creating masterpieces. Like a... Um... EGOSAURUS REX!!" She screams the last two words, her face lights up with a breakthrough. "That's what I will call her now! A egotistical, scary reptile!! But anyway... There's another closely related to the ego dinosaur, I think they were married once but the Dodo ruined that. He likes to get really snarky and annoying to the others, perhaps making himself known and feel important? But one the ego dinosaur comes along, he butters her all up in compliments, praise and lovey dovey stuff. But it seems less like a lover and more of an... Obedient little pet... Like a gerbil. The ego dinosaur keeps the uppity gerbil around perhaps to maintain the flow of these boosting words for the reptile's ego, and in turn he feels important. It's rather adorable... Now here's a hunted bear--" Cedric looks to about to interrupt and correct her, he's pretty sure he's heard her mention this one and it was a snake. She turns her eyes crazily at him. "No he's a bear! I know that look! He is not a snake! Snakes are bad!" Of course, for some reason Adrienne has a uncontrollable Fear of snakes... It causes her to act out even more erratically than normal. Once they came across on moving in a bush as they were collecting ingredients. She screamed something that would chill your blood and threw one of her fire bombs at the bush within a split second... "I am baffled how he types and creates these people with those massive paws of his. That must be difficult! Maybe he uses a speech to text device?... Oh and then there's-"
Her endless ramble of this insane council of Master animals and a Raspberry comes to an abrupt stop as she hears nearby footsteps. "I shall continue my explanation of the masters later, sweet pea. Now? We must be ready. Ready to kill like a lion when it sees a prey!" She says in a determined voice and holds her bombs close to her. "Go hide! I will stay in plain sight. Careless, I know but we must make the first fight scene look cool!" She says and waves her free hand to get him moving.
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Post by Raz on Jul 17, 2017 19:23:09 GMT
Cedric listens intently to his teacher speak with such excited almost frenzied excitement about these spectral figures. He does not interrupt her as he feels he'd probably not hear this degree of nonsense again. There is little doubt that she believes that these mystical beings are real but how could he, a man of science, possibly give any faith to such ridiculous ideas? Still a part of him wishes he could put down the seriousness and live in the world that Adrienne does. It must be so different from his own. How she sees the world must be so much different than his own view. In an odd way he envied her and her unique outlook on life. But despite how he would like to have the childlike imagination that Adrienne has it is simply not meant to be. He does not scoff when she suggests that he is controlled by a nationalist berry, though he does raise a brow in curiosity. He had questions he wanted to ask about what her council of animals and berry discuss but she moved from one topic to the next in a dizzying frenzy. Eventually he just sighed and listened to her ramble on. When she mentioned that it was time to fight he stood and said this and this alone as he moved to his hiding spot, "You are well and truly batty Ms. Montague." His lips quirk in a smile, "I don't think I'd want to work under anyone else. Now, let's get this story going." He crouches at the top of the stairs with th tip of his musket aimed towards the doorway.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jul 18, 2017 10:44:19 GMT
"Of course I'm batty." Adrienne replies without missing a beat to her assistant's words. "Have you ever tried making a monologue while completely sane? It's boring! Nobody ever wants to listen to that!" She speaks as she sits herself down into the lounge chair while Cedric finds a tactical hiding spot... The Alchemist seems to fidget a lot in her seat. Crossing and uncrossing her legs, contemplating whether to have her hands interlocked together, brought together under her chin or just rest on her lap, she keeps leaning back and relaxing into the chair and then sitting up straight again. She's trying to find the perfect position to be in when the goons come into the door, to make her look like she was expecting this. "I've been wondering when you would be here... No no... I was expecting you... Hmm, too cliché..." She murmurs to herself. "Fancy seeing you here... Perhaps--" It is then the broken door pushed lightly open and the two goons step in. Adrienne is caught in the middle of her preparation and fumbles, quickly crossing her legs and her hands don't know what to do. "Oh! Erm.. I was wondering when you would fancy an expected-- OH BLAST I WASN'T READY!!" She tries to play it cool, but her words are completely messed up and gets frustrated with herself. She regains her cool and clears her throat. "Yes yes, you are going to say something theatening, no? Go on, get it over with." She sounds deflated, annoyed that her big awesome moment was ruined.
The two goons look at each in bafflement until one shrugs. They knew their target was positively insane but they can't believe she made absolutely no effort to hide from them and just decided to trash the room instead.. "We should rather get to the point and remove you." One said darkly. "Ah but that is still a threat!" Adrienne quickly points out as they step forward, and stops them in their tracks. "Removing me, that means hitting me with your fists, feet and maybe a truncheon until I stop breathing. The words are threatening! I'm sure you would have also dobe some very indecent and sexual misdeeds in my vulnerable state, but we are not compatible for the 18+ section." The rapid fire words of madness again, confuses the two goons. "I say you did what you said you would want to skip over unintentionally, but that's not the point right now... Point is, do you want to see my latest creation?" Her grin turns manic, the same kind she always wears only this one installs intense Fear. "Catch!" She shouts and deftly grabs the bottle resting beside her leg and at the face of one goon. He catches it just an inch before it hits him, but Adrienne's bottle was quite fragile and the goon's rough grip is not like her delicate touch. The glass cracks, the unstable liquid reacts violently to it and bursts. As well as glass shrapnel exploding out and impaling into the man's face, yellow currents of lightning zap into the air erratically, arcs changing directions randomly and the brightness is blinding. Several thunderbolts has just been released into the small room, how the hell did the Alchemist even contain that in such a small bottle!? The one who caught it gets several bolts course through his body, mini arc across his limbs and torso that cause spasms in a split second before the massive amounts of energy send him flying backwards like a ragdoll, out the doorway he came in! A massive crash indicates his abrupt stop in a temporary flight. His heart stopped dead before he was even launched. The second goon caught a bolt in the shoulder and shoves him hard onto his back with a violently convulsing limb, one bolt is enough to cause serious pain but not death... Then Adrienne is hit with one to her outstretched throwing hand, throwing it backwards and almost with her in the chair too, the same convulsions in her hand and forearm but while the other living man cries out in pain, she looks at her arm in fascination and mentally studies the effects it's doing to her body. "Sweet Pea, I reckon this is your turn now?" She calls out over the scream, keeping her eyes locked onto the spasmed limb and ignoring the intense pain it is causing.
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Post by Raz on Jul 20, 2017 15:42:01 GMT
"Better late than never I suppose." Comes the oddly calm voice of Cedric from his hiding spot. He's been waiting to show what it was that his baby could do. Adrienne is too focused with her spasming arm to notice the slight grin that had come over her apprentice. The goon, a big bald man who's big bulging muscles must've come from a lifetime of hard labor, sat up with a groan. He let out a grunt of pain and grabbed at his shoulder with the one hand he could still feel. The spot that the bolt had struck was now blackened and burnt. Though he got off much easier than his partially charred companion. The man grit his teeth in agony and opened his eyes to see a young man pointing something at him from the stairs. That was the last thing he ever saw as Cedric pulled the trigger. There was a flash of sparks by his face as the flint hit its mark. The entire room was blasted with the sound of his firearm discharging. Flames spot from the barrel as the lead ball surged forward towards its target. At this close range it was rather difficult to miss.
The ball hit the man in his tomato shaped nose and continued through the fleshy resistance. The ball exploded out of the back of the mans head with a flash of crimson, bone, and bits of flesh. This scattering of viscera and brain matter splattered all over the wall. The lead ball hadn't quite decapitated this man as the upper portion of his head hung limply from a thin thread of skin. His upper jaw was mangled while his lower jaw hung loosely as if in surprise. Adrienne saw it happen out of her peripheral vision and where once he was perfectly intact he now looked like someone had taken a hammer to a tomato. A smattering of red does stain her face. Cedric comes walking down the steps to check on his mentor with his gun's barrel still breathing smoke. He was pleased with his inventions performance but his smile died quite quickly when he saw his mentor's wound. He rushed over to her side and leaned his mousquet against the wall. "Are you okay?" He asked looking over the burn from the bolt.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jul 20, 2017 16:37:23 GMT
"It depends what kind of condition you are asking is okay." She answers to her assistant as she stands up, most of her attention on her arm as it slowly cools down the spasms and the now destroyed face of one of the goons after taking a lead ball to the face as incredible speeds. "Physically, I am in the worst pain imaginable. I literally want to cry tears from the agony my arm is in, I think cutting my arm off would be more of a relief than this." She explains calmly, with a calm smile to boot. It's the scariest sight ever, this woman explaining horrific pain in her blackened arm, the sleeves of her shirt frayed from the bolt, while there's a smile on her face that is splattered with the blood of the dead man near her. Then, her smile widens. "Mentally? I am ecstatic!" Her tone changing to excitement. "Look at my arm! Look at his arm! Look at the dead, charred body! This bomb had greater results than I imagined, it's a true crowd controller! I wish I had my notepad." Then her attention turns to the one Cedric killed and her excitement turns to him. "And look! The results of your hand cannon are exceptional, you practically blew his face off, like a cannon would blow a man up! You have created something groundbreaking, Cedric!" She attempts to lightly slap his cheek in pride and joy for him, but accidentally slaps him full force with her electrified arm. It appears that the bomb also numbed the nerves in her arm and temporarily paralysed it from the elbow down, resulting in no motor control to control the amount of force she applied. She lifts her arm that hangs limply from the elbow, which she lightly prods with a finger. "Paralysis. That was expected I suppose..." She thinks aloud.
Her attention turns towards the room, it looks like somebody set off a bomb in the center of it... Oh wait, they did... Some of the wood is burnt black, small glowing embers in patches. A chair was broken in half, the table broke down from the weight of one of the goons landing on it and... Well it's just pure chaos. "I should leave them compensation for the destruction." Adrienne says and grabs, or attempts to, a coin purse on from her pocket with her burnt arm. The result is throwing it clumsily like a shot-put, crashing into the wall and exploding coins everywhere. "Whoops. Wrong arm." She simply says and then pulls Cedric with her outside. "That gives us sometime to relocate, but I imagine there will be more once they discover the dead. Plus we will be wanted by the authorities here for arson, breaking and entering, anti-social behaviour, assault, murder, vandalism, the list goes on! So we should push the story forward and move to our next destination!" She tries to use her burnt arm to put animated gestures into her words, but it just flops and flails comically with the movements of her upper arm and comes close to backhanding a passerby when they hit the streets, which he narrowly ducks under.
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Post by Raz on Jul 20, 2017 17:27:56 GMT
Cedric rolled his eyes and grabbed hold of his mentor's good arm, "Yes, yes, we'll set of on the grand adventure in a moment. But for now I need to take a look on that arm of yours." Truth be told her words frightened him, paralysis means possible nerve damage has been done. That he wouldn't be able to fix but he could do something for the pain and to ward off infection. "Don't worry they won't have another squad after us instantly, after all we're just a lunatic and a kid, we're practically defenseless. That alone will give us the time we need. Now sit down and stop making a fuss or you'll end up finishing those goon's job for them." Cedric said rather forcefully. He had Montague sit down on the steps leading up to a home of some sort. "Alright, let's see what the damage is." He said with thinly veiled worry as he cut away her sleeve with his knife from lunch. She heard him release a low whistle as he gazed upon the burnt skin and red hot looking area around it. This was a serious burn that could be really debilitating in the field. "Bad news is that that is going to leave a very nasty scar. Good news is that I can fix you up and do something for that pain." He sliced away the burnt section of the sleeve so that the rest can act as a bandage. "Tell me some more about those voices you hear so much." He said, wanting to have her think of something else as he did this. Cedric removes a small tin container of some kind from his pocket. He opens it up to reveal the cream which looks eerily similar to vaseline. He scoops up a liberal amount of the ointment that she'd seen him use for his gunpowder burns, and gently begins to rub it into the burn and affected areas. It takes about three minutes to really make sure all of it is covered. Right after he covers the burn with her sleeve before tying off the ends. "Alright, that'll do. But I do got a little something extra for you." He pulls out a little silver flask and pushes it into her good hand. "Drink as much as you like while we're looking for that portal, it'll help with the pain." Cedric never drinks while at work but on occasion he has been known to take a few nips. Today's brew is of a new drink that has become particularly popular in Northern Europe, Baileys.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jul 20, 2017 18:45:50 GMT
"Oh very well. I suppose the plot can wait a moment." Adrienne says with a sigh as she sits down. She sees and hears Cedric's reaction to the damage left on her arm after the electric blast but fails to see the big deal about it. She has suffered far worse. Poisoning, self-poisoning, burns, gashes, broken bones, concussions, some of her nerves are damaged that she longer feels pain in some places and she has had her right pinky finger dismembered and reattached... Twice. It is actually a scientific wonder how she is still physically functioning like a healthy human being, though her mental instability is also what is to blame on how many injuries and wounds she has suffered over the years of her studies and research. However, her face instantly lights up when Cedric asked to continue with the council of animals and a Raspberry. She is delighted to show that he has not lost interest.
"Certainly! Well recently, the ego dinosaur said I made a reference... Well, she made a deafening roar about it. Don't worry she's a massive lizard with volume control, she can't help it... Do you know what a Simpson is?... Hmm. Anyway, the other members. We have the ego dinosaur, her pet uppity gerbil, the British dodo, country-proud fruit and a bear. Did I mention the ones in green? The dinosaur is purple, the Dodo and Gerbil is blue and the fruit and bear are red, but there's a lot of green! I'll tell you about them. There's one notable one that appears a few times but recently been active... They remind me of a beaver, and they enjoy playing games... They lately admitted to having befriended many Female beavers, the dinosaur is proud that he manipulated his way into their trust and I must admit, it's commendable! There's the envious pigeon. I call them a pigeon because many treat him like an annoying rodent, the gerbil especially but I think it's because the latter is jealous that the former is trying to take his role as being annoying. I am very unsure of the conflicts of the shoutbox but who am I to question it? I'm a mere pawn... Oh I missed some reds! There's the gas mask wearing turtle! He's a bit slow at picking up the constant innuendos and when he does, he acts all disgusted and squeamish but I have a suspecting feeling he really wants to join in it all... Then there's his pink sister, the dolphin! Now why is she a dolphin? Well, dolphins are known to be sexually aggressive, exchanging sexual partners very often and have known to indulge in many orgies. I say this describes her extremely well." Her explanations seem to be going even more insane as it goes on. "Actually it is only a matter of time before the Dolphin makes a guest character in our story with the intent to sleep with me. Unfortunate, because I have never felt sexual attraction and probably never will." She says inquisitively. There's a strange feeling that she isn't wrong about the Dolphin's goals. "Then there's the mouse. A little one that many of the others find adorable, despite her aggressive claims that she is as mature as the others but that only increases her cute factor it seems. She's extremely unreliable when creating her characters and keeping them going, she's a very lazy mouse and I think the rest of the animals have attempted to ban her from joining these stories as a result... That is all I remember for now, I shall tell you more once they come to mind." She concludes. Let's be honest, her delusion of the council would make an excellent fantasy comedy novel if she ever had the desire to write a fictional book.
"So we are done?" She asks as her sweet pea finishes up the treatment. She was completely oblivious to the methods he used to heal her burns, far too into her story. She actually feels pretty good sharing this with her assistant, that bonding she felt back in the family's now demolished home growing even stronger. She likes Cedric more than her previous apprentices. He's survived longer than them and proved to be a wonderful companion in the adventure of science. The others seemed either slightly afraid of her ideas or too snobby to be open minded. The moment she is handed the flask, she downs it in one go when he mentions that it will help. She barely flinches from the burn in her throat and weird aftertaste, then hands the flask back. She's gonna feel the effects in a minute or two... "Thank you, my sweet pea." She says with her usual smile. "Now since we have stopped, I will admit I had no idea where I was going. Where do you suggest?"
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Post by Raz on Jul 26, 2017 15:46:55 GMT
Cedric sighed and nodded, "Yes we're done for now. You need to take better care of yourself. I don't want to have to inherit your legacy already." He said with sly smile and a roll of his eyes. Those eyes of his widen in shock as his teacher downs his liquor far too quickly. "Oh dear.. well I hadn't expected you to drink the whole thing. " He tucks it safely back into his coat pocket. Cedric glances about looking for a place to lie low for a bit. "Alright, we're gonna head to my friends tavern for a bit. We'll wait there until some of the heat has passed. Come on, up you go." The young man grasped his professor by the forearm and lifted her up to her feet. "If we're to be heading through a portal together best that you're in top shape when we do. I take it you've never been to a tavern before?" Cedric asked with a touch of excitement creeping into his voice. He'd very seldom seen his instructor do anything other than work so this should be interesting. "I think you'll like it." He smiled and takes his professor by the arm and leads her to the tavern he had mentioned. It took a few minutes of weaving between alleys before they reach a brick building with the sign, "Foxes Den" out front. "Here we are." He pulls back the door and gestures for Montague to enter the tavern, "After you, try not to blow anything up."
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Post by jackygirl on Jul 26, 2017 18:41:32 GMT
Ser Allison was sitting in a corner of the Foxes Den sipping at her cider with her eyes glued to the wonderful peach-shaped ass of one of the barmaids. Ser Allison got plenty of flack just for being a female knight not to mention her... preferences but frankly she didn't care; a cool pint in her hand and a warm bosom in her other was all she needed to feel good about the world. She was dressed in a green tunic as she was not expecting combat though on the shield she had leaned against the table alongside her sword was a pink dolphin on a background of blue, a beautiful girl had once asked her why she choose a dolphin and she'd spent the next seven hours showing her in great detail. Also yes she used facial expression in her head perhaps she was as crazy as her brothers had thought. Her medium blonde hair was held in a tight braid down the back of her neck. She heard the tavern door open and saw a boy holding it open for someone. The woman who stepped in was dressed like she'd grabbed clothes from a house fire but... there was something about her... some inexplicable vitality... Allison watched her with hungry eyes.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jul 26, 2017 19:14:10 GMT
As Montague walks with her assistant, her head starts to feel light, vision begins to spin like she twirled eighty times. Starting to feel the effects of Cedric's alcohol. "Spinning vision... Decrease in reaction time... Motor control is beginning to grog and I'm talking more loosely." She thinks aloud her thoughts, the carelessness to all thanks to the liquor she downed a moment ago. Her eyes widen and stops dead in her tracks, stopping Cedric from walking too. "Oh dear Lord I'm intoxicated!" She says it as if it is a more terrible fate than death. But then her tone changes jolly again and starts walking once more, smiling erratically. "It seems I'm in the tipsy stages... In theory, I have never been drunk before, at least not on alcohol." She rambles again at rapid fire while being led to the doors of a tavern. She looks at the sign curiously... Foxes Den. She is actually excited, she hasn't been here before. "Oh my! Do you think there will rowdy bellowing men? Lusty barmaids? A fist fight!?" She asks question after question to Cedric, not leaving any room for an answer. She only read about taverns in books and they do indeed sound adventurous!.. ADVENTURE!!! Exactly what they have been looking for! "Oh don't tell me! Let's go!" She enters the tavern.
Montague is not disappointed. There is music, there is drinks and there is bellows of laughter! So many colourful characters, she sees a pot bellied man laughing until his face turns purple to his bearded companion's jokes. A pretty little barmaid brings over drinks and food to tables while making light and flirty comments that keep the eyes on her. They even have a broody fellow in the corner table on his own, slightly concealed by the dark! This wonderful. She begins to wander through the masses while grinning stupidly. She says a chipper hello to a drunken man swaying on his stool, her friendly pat on his shoulder is all it takes for him to finally loses his balance and greets the floor with his face, snoring loudly. She swirls around the flirty barmaid who almost drops her drinks tray, huffing at the mad woman's unexpected move and continues her way onto her duties. Eventually Montague finds her way to the front of the bar and a tall, bald headed man stand behind the counter and pouring ale.
"Hello there!" She says cheerfully over the noise. The bartender takes it as a cue to serve her. "Whataya havin'?" His voice is like a deep bass that could vibrate the air. "Oh I'm glad you asked!" She says happily, the bartender is probably gonna regret this. "I would like an empty glass jar, a small one preferably. Two hops, a pint of vinidicil extract, honeydew sap and the branch of Yevin tree!" her rapid list of ingredients are for another recipe of hers, but the Bartender looks completely baffled by the request. "Oh, and a drink of ale would be nice!"
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Post by jackygirl on Jul 26, 2017 20:01:53 GMT
Allison stands and walks towards this mystery woman dodging around drunks and servers. Slipping in beside the attractive mystery woman she hears the list of ingredients. "Well I can't say I know if David will have all of that but what he does have I'll pay for." She said sliding a coin across to the barkeep who took it with a shrug and a grunt. "I'm Ser Allison of the Dolphin." She smiled charmingly at Montague winking. "And you've obviously never been here before, I would have remembered a woman of with such" Her eyes were focused on the lady's cleavage but she managed to drag them up. "Eccentric beauty, may I have the name of the woman who has stolen my heart?" She asked grinning wickedly
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jul 26, 2017 21:33:28 GMT
Adrienne turns her head to see a woman has joined her side, speaking to the bartender on first name basis. She knows how much of a bond that is after sharing it with her dear sweet pea. She looks attentively at the woman, people always said the Alchemist's eyes on you is unnerving, even without the manic grin. It's like you are looking at the definition of insanity the moment she begins her usual rambles. Safe to say, she scares off some. But Adrienne is delighted! A patron is speaking to her! It seems she has adapted in so well-- WAIT DOLPHIN!?! "DOLHPIN!! YES!" She screams in triumph and slaps her palm on the counter twice, almost scaring the willies out of the bartender and some others near the counter. She quickly clears her throat and retains her normal speaking tone, which is fast paced words of insight and curiosity. "Forgive me, I made a prediction that the Dolphin would drop in a sexually aggressive character very soon to meet me in my story." She then brazenly and carelessly holds the mystery woman's chin between her fingers, moving her head from one side to the next as if inspecting her, then suddenly as she grabbed her, the lunatic lets go. "Hmm. Wearing a lot more clothes than the usual lot. But your intentions are clear right? You seek to sleep with me?" She asks in her casual inquisitive behaviour, The bartender raises his brows in surprise at this woman's straight forward attitude. Adrienne barely flinches and waits for an answer patiently. She is also absolutely oblivious to the flirting, It went completely over her head the moment the Dolphin was mentioned.
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Post by jackygirl on Jul 26, 2017 22:06:47 GMT
Allison is both taken aback and thrilled at how insane the woman clearly is. "Well that's good!" She grinned. "It's always nice to be expected! Though 'sexually aggressive'? I prefer... 'famous lover'." She winked. She speaks cheerfully and confidently though she cannot match Montague's manic energy. She blinks in surprise as the madwoman takes her by the chin. Normally she was the one doing the touching this was turnabout but certainly not unpleasant. "You're an unusual one." She complimented. "Hey!" Allison interjected. "This is scandalous clothing!" She gestures to her outfit. "Although if you want me to wear even less..." She licked her lips. "I'd be willing as long as you reciprocated..." Allison broke into melodic laughter. "Yes I wish to sleep with you, you madwoman!" She chuckled suddenly pushing Montague against the bar with her body. "Do you wish to skip the wooing and go straight to the bedroom then?" She asked one hand snaking around Montague's hips.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jul 26, 2017 22:18:16 GMT
Montague grins from ear to ear from the reaction she got. Yes, she is definitely a character of the Dolphin! It's hard to miss one, they basically all have the same personality and the very few who do not are always so... angry. Takes after her gas mask wearing turtle brother, she concludes. Her grin remains on her face as the woman makes aggressively sexual advances, oh this one is definitely well made... "Neither!" She says very chipper to her offer of sex and gently pushes her off, her smile never leaving her face. It was... A very surreal and blunt rejection. "I have never felt sexual desire for anything and I'm very sure it will remain that way. Married to my work, you see." She explains rapidly as she puts her briefcase on the counter and opens it once more, taking a few more ingredients out and begins adding them to the drink of ale she was provided after laying down some coin. The ale provides a perfect base for her next elixir, she has only made this once... and it exploded last time but she is sure it won't happen again... maybe...
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Post by jackygirl on Jul 27, 2017 10:58:29 GMT
Allison blinked for a second processing this weird shut-down. "How do you know you won't like it until you've tried?" She asks with a grin her personality quickly reasserting itself. "Besides whilst I'm sure your work is a good husband... wife... civil partner... whatever," What gender was work? "Bet it can't do what I can do with my tongue..." She teased whispering into Montague's ear. "Or my fingers, or my hehe rubber sword..." Her hands were getting a bit touchy feely now stroking along her target's back and leg.
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Post by Raz on Jul 27, 2017 12:13:20 GMT
There's the sound of a click before a young man's voice asks Montague, "Just who is this relentless pervert?" Turning her head found Allison staring at a young man with a wooden and metal pole pointed at her midsection. "Remove yourself from my mentor this very instance, fiend. Or I will remove you myself." His hands are steady and his index finger strokes the trigger. If she does not step away she'll get to experience his invention first hand. "Montague has made it perfectly clear that she is not interested in your unwanted affections. Now please step away before your insides dirty the back wall." He's a very serious young man from what Allison can tell. He seems to care very much for his mentor and does not appreciate Allison's advances. "And Montague, will you please stop encouraging these people." He says not taking eyes off this pervert before him. "You only are making them want to molest you further."
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jul 27, 2017 12:44:10 GMT
Montague does not acknowledge the flirting as if she didn't hear, too focused on her work right now. She makes a movement to shoo the woman away from whispering into her ear and doesn't react in the slightest to the hand on her thigh. She cannot lose her concentration right now, the mixture is in an extremely delicate state. The slightest move in the wrong way or a simple knock could make it become volatile. She's even oblivious to the stand off behind her back between Cedric and the perverted woman. "Hold this and don't make any sharp movements, don't even breathe on it." She says as she pushes an glass of ale, which is now filled with a viscous fluid coloured a swampish green. "Disturbing it's state right now could cause a reaction that will either result in a explosion that would take out this establishment or expel toxic fumes. I am unsure which." She explains calmly as she equips a small flint and steel and small bundle of what looms like dried up kindle. It's become clear to her assistant that this mixture is the very same she was making inside her shop hours ago, but was blown up before she could finish it. If Cedric remembers correctly, this is an extreme situation right now. Before he can reply, she ignites the kindle and drops it inside the ale glass, the flames dim but somehow do not go out, it begins to blacken the liquid. She leans back slightly as if expecting the worst outcome, and as if she thinks that small change in distance will save her... After a tense moment, the liquid changes into a deep purple and Montague grins.
"Wonderful! So it did work out as I thought it would." She exclaims and takes the glass back, pouring it into a glass bottle similar to the one she put lightning into and corks it, never uttering a word about what she just created. She bows her head slightly. "You have a steady hand. I appreciate that you didn't kill us all just then." She then turns to Cedric and grins wider. "Sweet pea! Have you met Allison? She is a knight you see! One that the Dolphin sent!" She is completely unaware of the tension that just past. She closes the briefcase after putting the new elixir inside, confident that it will now remain stable.
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Post by jackygirl on Jul 27, 2017 15:29:26 GMT
"Whoa there!" Allison looks at the boy not moving but takes her hands off Montague. "Hey no need to be all protective, you could watch if you like." She winks at the serious man. "By the way what's with the pipe? Compensating for something?" She giggles. She almost jumps when Montague hands her the jar but decides to follow the madwoman's instructions, after all who knows what crazy nonsense she'd come up with? She stands stock still holding her breath until she's red in the face before the alchemist takes it back and she lets out a sigh of relief. She watches with vague interest as the potion changes colour. "Very pretty... but what was that actually all about?" Allison snorts in laughter. "'Sweet pea'? I've heard worse nicknames I suppose." She holds out a hand ignoring the pipe. "How do you do young ser?"
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