Abracadabra [Research/solo]

[Capsule]

Muse:
Playgirl

Notes:
Making mana potions.

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Capsule

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It wasn't often that Capsule experienced regret over her choice of main class, but when she did… 'Maybe I should have been a Race of Ritual.' The boost to magic stats and surely higher MP output sounded sexy as hell right about now, especially since she was running on virtually no mana right now. The redhead sighed as she plopped down on her pile of cushions.

The party she had gotten herself out of after an awkward "dungeon" run had been so demanding! "Use this, use that, why don't you have Mana Channeling?!" Ugh. She fell back onto her makeshift bed, tempted to just lie there for a few hours and sleep. Fiver snuggled against her stomach, almost making her give in to the temptation, but in the end she resisted and pushed him into her lap. Instead of wasting a skill slot on Mana Channeling, why didn't someone just invent mana potions? Hell, even she could give it a shot, though she had little idea of how to start, or even if she would need the help of an alchemist. Surely mana shards would be enough, right? Well, even if it didn't, it would not hurt her to try. It seemed odd to have healing items but no mana potions in a game.

Fiver growled softly as she leaned forward to remove something from her magic bag. The items she pulled out were two of the mana fragments she had purchased a while ago. She had done so on a whim, even though she had no real use for them - until now. The fragments would supposedly melt at the touch of skin, which could either make her life very hard or very easy.

She decided to do things the "easy" way, which did not include banging apart a mana fragment. Capsule pushed Fiver out of her lap to get up and retrieve a bowl. The rabbit hopped back into his spot when she sat down again, now twitching his little whiskers in annoyance. She leaned forward, placed the bowl down in front of her, and carefully extracted a fragment from its pouch with a set of tweezers. The fragment was brought hovering over the bowl, where she carefully prodded it with the tip of a finger. It fell apart almost instantly, breaking out of its fragile crystal form to fall in a gloopy mess into the bowl. It…looked pretty damn unappetizing, is what it looked like. It looked even worse when a second crystal was added to the mix.

[Capsule]

Muse:
Playgirl

Notes:
Nope.

Tags:
Capsule

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250

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Capsule probably made things even worse with her next few steps. After staring at the contents of the bowl with a scrunched up nose, she placed an impure tablet into her mortar and pestle, and began grinding the pill up into a fine powder. This was probably going to taste very, very bad, but hopefully it was only comparable to cough syrup, which she could never swallow without gagging and grimacing.

She sprinkled the grounded up tablet into the bowl of liquefied mana, while mixing the two ingredients together with a spoon. Once they seemed to be evenly mixed, she grabbed a small bottle of impure solvent and stirred it in as well, wondering if she should even bother with an herb or two. It was a gamble to screw around with these ingredients, though, so she chose not to.

Fiver poked his nose from her knee to gingerly sniff at the contents of her bowl, and almost jumped back into her stomach at the smell. ”Well, I’m sorry that it doesn’t smell like a bed of roses,” she said with a wrinkle of her nose. ”It’s not for you, though, so chill out, all right?” The rabbit growled again, this time a bit louder than before. He was clearly unimpressed by research, and only grew angrier when she made him scoot out of her lap. This final step required that she try to boil the stuff, and she could not do so with a bunny dozing in her lap.

[Capsule]

Muse:
Playgirl

Notes:
Nup.

Tags:
Capsule

Words:
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The little pot that she used to boil her potions in did not seem too happy about the use she put it to today. It almost seemed to scream at her in protest as she dumped the gunk into the bottom of the pot, and when she started to cook, the pot guzzled out a steady stream of blackish steam. Fiver and Duke, who had been sleeping up until this point, were doing their best to stay as far away from the pot as they could get without fleeing the room altogether. Capsule wondered if she should feel worried, especially when it started to bubble. The accompanying smell was enough to make her gag in disgust. It was like she was actually boiling – or trying to – cough syrup.

”Oh God…” Not since her first poison had she smelled something so unbearably foul. She was just lucky it wasn’t toxic. Now wearing a rag tied over her lower face, Capsule stirred the contents of the pot, eying the interior like a cat outside of a canary’s cage. The sooner this was done, the better. She would only tolerate this for the desired quality, and no more. Regardless of what she came up with, someone was bound to make a better alternative, unless she took that initiative. So far, it seemed that she really shouldn’t.

After what seemed like a harrowing experience, Capsule’s potion was ready. She pulled the cloth over her face higher, and leaned over to squint into the bottom of the pot, which was slowly dying down from a boil into a simmer. The mixture inside now resembled a thick, syrupy liquid. When she scooped some up with her spoon and brought it up to her face, she could see that it was teal in color.

Her nose protected itself from the smell by clogging up when she pulled down the only thing protecting it. She was the best guinea pig around right now, and would just have to grin and bear it for the duration of this short test. Her mouth yawned open as she brought the spoon towards her mouth, and upended the thick potion onto her tongue.

It…actually wasn’t that bad. The taste left much to be desired, but it was edible. Capsule rolled the concoction around on her tongue, then from cheek to cheek. It did taste like cough syrup, but not the disgusting kind. She could certainly tolerate it, at any rate. Her eyes flicked over to her status bar, where her HP and MP bars were situated. It was faint, but her MP bar was slowly ticking its way up the bar. While it wasn’t a very strong potion, it was a start. Perhaps she would be able to research stronger ones in the future, when she could get her hands on some better materials.

She carefully gathered the mana potion into a glass flask, and set it on her table, where it would be given time to cool down and settle. Fiver impatiently hopped around her feet as she began cleaning and putting her tools away. This spur of the moment research did not sit well with the little guy.