Keeper of the Lost Cities (RP) discussion
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Sep 06, 2017 12:27AM
"Yes, as long as no explosive chemicals go in the cauldron." Madeline said confidently, placing the jar on her study table.
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Roblin picked up his notebook from the floor, skimming his ingredient list. "Oh... well, I might need to make a couple changes to the original idea." He said sheepishly, crossing out some suspicious ingredients.
Madeline resisted the urge to burst out laughing, nodding along. "You better make sure that nothing explosive is in there, or I will send you the amount of mallowmelt you owe me in explosive form."
Roblin gasped. "You wouldn't dare," He said in a deadly serious voice.
"Then you better check and make sure that nothing is explosive," Madeline said in a deadlier serious tone.
Roblin nodded franticly, turning back to his notebook, scribbling over his previous lines.
Madeline groaned, She knew how to threaten people, it was practically part of her personality.
Roblin triple-checked his list, then nodded. "Okay, I need some wisp root, molten silver pearls, and boomslang skin." He looked up. "You got that?"
"Probably. Second drawer from the left, third from the bottom." Madeline said distractedly.
Roblin nodded, kneeling down on the carpet. He opened a couple drawers, fishing around the jar. They clacked and dinged together, and he started making a pile around him.
"Don't break my jars, please." Madeline said firmly. She had spent years collecting that and didn't like people messing up his organization system.
"Uh huh," Roblin said, distracted. He started organising the jars, and unscrewed the lid of one. Some weeds drifted to the ground, collecting on the carpet.
"Hey!" Madeline exclaimed, jumping forwards to clean up the carpet.
Roblin nodded, not really listening. "Okay, stand back," He said, pouring some thick and gloopy liquid into the cauldron. He tossed in three strands of plant, then peered over the rim. He then reached for a minuscule vial, full of a steaming silver liquid.
"Are you sure the molten silver pearls are a good idea?" Madeline asked nervously. As much as she wanted this to work, she didn't want her room a large goopy mess, or worse, exploded.
"The aloe will counteract the explosive chemicals," Roblin assured her, peeling off the protective wrapping. "Probably," He added in an undertone, screwing off the top. "Hold your breath," He warned Madeline.
Madeline held her breath nervously, hoping that her room would not end up being exploded into bits of oblivion.
Roblin clamped his own mouth shut, lifting the lid. Thick sparkling smoke filled the room in a matter of seconds, collecting and thickening like mist. He quickly tipped it over the cauldron, and soon was covered in fog, blocking him from view. Through the haze, only the sound of metal hitting metal as he added the ingredient gave any clue he was still there.
Madeline wanted to shout and make sure that Roblin was still there and alive, but she did know that opening her mouth was probably bad for her, especially if she was inhaling something that probably could be poisonous.
Roblin set the jar aside, but overcompensated the power of his toss and it shattered. He nearly cried out, but stopped himself right on time. He stood still, seeing black spots as he ran out of breath. The eerie silence was punctuated with a muffled explosion.
"Roblin!" Madeline shouted. She was worried about dying, but she was more worried about Roblin, extra credit and her room combined.
Roblin started coughing, the smoke trickling out of the window. "I'm okay," He said, silver ash coating his face. "It did kinda help the explosion. I mean, normally, it would've burned down the whole house." He said, eyes shut.
With her eyes shut, Madeline reached forwards and attempted to slap Roblin on the face. "Would it help to be more careful next time?" She shouted.
"Hey beautiful, it's not my fault." Roblin replied, blinking slowly and slurring his words.
"Beautiful?" Madeline exclaimed. She was shocked and taken aback at the same time. "Are you okay? You must be seeing things."
"I'm fine. Perfectly fine. As fine as an imp is a unicorn," He said, giggling.
Madeline took out a vacuum, something she stole from the Forbidden Cities during her visit, and it sucked everything out of the air. She opened her eyes, wiping her face and Roblins.
Roblin didn't seem to notice. "But I know for sure that you are the prettiest girl in the world." He said, swaying a little.
"Awwww." Madeline said, sitting Roblin down on her bed. She started to go scramble around her medicine shelf, Elvin or human.
"What are you two doing?" Roblin asked, watching curiously. "You really shouldn't let your pet goblin go on the furniture."
Madeline was still scrambling around, grunting when Roblin made that comment. "There's only one of me!" She exclaimed.
Madeline sighed, rubbing her forehead.
Roblin flopped down on her bed, looking up at the ceiling. "Wanna make out?"((Someone next to me made me))
"What?" Madeline flushed a light pink, sitting down next to him.
"You heard me," Roblin replied, sitting up. "So? Do you?" He asked again, swinging his legs off the bed.
Madeline slapped him hard across his face. "I'm thirteen, Roblin." She said firmly, rolling her eyes.
Roblin clutched his face, looking shocked. Then he started coughing. He kept coughing, trying to cover it with his hand. He coughed up blood.
"Roblin!" Madeline shouted. "My carpet!" She grabbed a small bag and shoved it under Roblin's mouth.
Roblin's coughs faded into wheezes, then started up again.
Madeline's brows furrowed with worry.
((Wooooooooooooow))Roblin, still coughing, clutched his head. It felt like his skull was being squeezed between two gigantic hands. His skin faded to a sickly grey.
"What's happening!" Madeline shouted, her eyes were widening. "Can you please..." She ran back to the shelf, looking for something to help.
Roblin squeezed his eyes shut, then slumped off the bed with a dull thud.
Madeline turned around at the thud, ignoring the shelf and jumping back to her bed, trying to get Roblin up.
Roblin tried to gesture to the shelf. ((I am really running out of things to say. no, scratch that. I ran out 16 posts ago))
Madeline grabbed her handy mixture of mallowmelt, forbidden city herbs, molten pearls and a mysterious pink liquid.
Roblin stopped coughing, but wasn't breathing.
Madeline jumped back to the bed, opening Roblin's mouth and pouring it in. "Swallow."
Roblin did obediently, some of the mixture dripping down his chin. He coughed one more time, then took a shaky breath. His skin still kept it's eerie grey sheen.
