The Dresden Doll [Crafting/Research/Solo]

[Capsule]

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♪ ♫♪:
Missed Me

✏:
Noh

@:
Capsule

"Murder them," the venomous flower bud cooed into her ear. "Smash them! Tear them! Dig them up! Leave not one leaf or thorn untouched!" Capsule shuffled about feebly. The large patch of briers and vines she found herself entangled in dug in more and more, pulling her further from the surface. Prior to this current predicament, the redheaded Enchanter was fleeing from a level forty six Brier Weasel. Her trek outside the city this afternoon was cut short by the small group of vine tailed monsters lingering near the gate. It was nothing she could not handle on her own, or so she had assumed at the time.

The weasels she first saw were under the level of ten, and therefore not a threat to the level fifty Enchanter. If push came to shove, Mind Shock would be more than enough to disorient the little demons, and off she could be on her merry little way. That was what she was thinking, until the higher level daemon made itself known. Mind Shock was casted as a precaution, though in her panic she ran away from the safety the city boasted, and out into the wilderness. With the Weasels on her heels, Capsule unwittingly threw herself into a thicket, foolishly assuming that she would roll to a safe stop outside of the thorns. This was not like the time with Kass, though; instead of rolling out of the patch minimally scathed, the fabric of her cloak and armor snagged and held her in place.

Of what became of the Weasels, she could not say, however it seemed that another, easier target caught their attention sometime after the Enchanter fell in. Only one succumbed to its curiosity, and after sniffing at the Enchanter from a few feet away, it darted off. That left Capsule alone to fight for her freedom, and to do so she used the sharp edge of her kukri. Chibi Maya-chan continued to curse and hiss murderous commands in her ear. Something the flower bud said caught the woman's interest - burn them. Capsule lacked the ability to do so at the moment, but maybe, just maybe…

"Nngh!" Pain radiated up her arm when she accidentally nicked herself with her own blade. Luckily for her, it was a clean cut, so the pain was minimal. The drops of blood from her now free arm caused Chibi Maya-chan some distress. Her ranting grew incoherent as she reverted to a language unfamiliar to Capsule. Chibi Maya-chan was quick to discard her own race, but at least she gave Capsule some solid ideas. A potion to damage plants and plantlike monsters should definitely be a thing, and would have been nice to have when they were fighting the Maledict Mayahuel, Chibi Maya-chan's "mother". Most land based plants feared fire, right? So why shouldn't something that acted as an incendiary device give them cause to pause?

Capsule devised a plan while she hacked herself free of the thorns and vines binding her in place. It was a shaky research plan at best, but surely it was possible. If she could not make an incendiary device, then some kind of toxic poison for plants would work. If not, she could always make a volatile potion.

The last chop of her kukri freed her legs, which she swung around to get her momentum moving. Chibi Maya-chan went from otherworldly cursing to flinging childish insults at the thicket behind them. 'It looks like I finally have an excuse to try and blow things up.' Her knowledge in the field of chemistry was lacking, which was all that mattered, no? Sometimes the biggest mistakes could give rise to wonderful things.

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[Capsule]

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♪ ♫♪:
The Killing Type

✏:
I'm not the killing type~.

@:
Capsule

Immediately after freeing herself, Capsule made her way home, to the top floor of the building she had squatted in since being trapped in this world. The apartment had gone through quite the metamorphosis since then, and was now cleaner and homier. It was this sight and vibe that eased the young Enchanter's mind. She plopped down onto a cushion and set about cleaning her wounds the small scratches gained from the thicket. The largest one, received from her very own kukri, only required rewashing and a fresh dressing. Once she was satisfied that everything was taken care of (and sitting in the remnants of her starter cloth armor that she used as pajamas), Capsule reached for her tools of the trade. She frowned and moved her hand away from her mortar and pestle. That wasn't what she was really after, was it? No; what she really needed was…

There was a soft creak from the floorboards beneath her bum as she shifted around and hooked her thumb under the rim of her cauldron. The failed potion she had left to cool earlier was still within the bowl of the cauldron. What on earth had she tried making again? The client had requested something a bit out of her reach, and all that was left was this… mess that she could not in good confidence hand over.

Capsule lowered her nose to the cauldron and sniffed. She jerked back half a second later, her nose wrinkled up in disgust. Oh, that's right. The client had requested a sweet smelling poison, which Capsule tried to make by doing a standard Impure Poison craft, and had sprinkled in some lovely smelling herbs and flower petals. It failed horribly, as expected - most likely because she had done a half assed job of it. It was better used as a base than being tossed out. So she was essentially working with an impure poison with a bunch of junk in it. 'Better get this stuff out of the way, first.'

The Enchanter spent a good five minutes clearing the interior of the cauldron of debris, and then set it aside to focus on the actual research. She only had half of what she needed thus far. What could she add to the mix that would make it unstable? "Hmm…" What about raw mana - no, she would need an Alchemist for that. 'Mana shards.' Of course! She could easily obtain those without having to consult an actual person (ok, there were mana shard dealers, but you know what she meant). It just so happened that she had some mana shards in her stash, left over from mana potion commissions.

These were stored within a pouch, carefully wrapped so that she did not make a mistake while handling them. Mana shards were rather… fragile, and would melt on contact, like a virgin girl being caressed by her lover for the first time. 'I'll stop the world and melt for you,' she thought randomly as she handled the pouch of mana shards. Should she invest in one or two? She decided to go with two, just to be on the safe side. Mana itself was said to be a possible source for fuel, so perhaps that could be the case here? The effect of a level twenty impure poison combined with mana was bound to have some interesting effects.

She was unsure if mana was considered combustible or not, but gasoline and the like was, so… Mana also had the benefit of wielding magical properties. The mana shards within her pouch tinkled softly as they collided with each other. Capsule scooted closer to the cauldron and rolled a shard out into her palm, where it glowed dully and warmed up. Right when the warmth reached its zenith, she spun her wrist around so that her palm was facing downward, and the swiftly dissolving shard oozed into the pot.

A soft hissing came from within, followed by a foul colored vapor that snaked its way out of the pot and over her head. The scent it preceded made Capsule reflexively cough and her throat tighten. Impure poisons alone were bad enough, but this was just… bleh! She clasped a hand over her mouth and nose, and continued the process by adding in another mana shard. Her eyes were now stinging from the now bubbling cauldron, but she could not stop there.

A clean rag replaced her hand, though it was only somewhat better; she could still feel the vapor working its way into her lungs. She dipped her long handled spoon in the pot and began to stir, gently so as not to cause any unwanted effects. Her end goal was to store this potion in a container that could be shaken and flung, like a Molotov Cocktail that did not require lighting.

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[Capsule]

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♪ ♫♪:
Gravity

✏:
Aaand that's one research down.

@:
Capsule

The yet unnamed mixture was given time to boil, beyond Capsule's better judgment. She feared that the entire contents would explode and coat her unprotected body. There was no telling how great the effects would be, or even were. If all went according to plan, however, she would have something capable of inflicting damage on not only plants, but other monsters and maybe even players themselves. That last possibility worried her, though; what if this potion fell into the wrong hands? What if there was someone who was cruel and sadistic enough to use this on Landers or other Adventurers? What if -

A subdued chuckling from Chibi Maya-chan caused Capsule to stiffen. The same could be said of the Impure Poison she did not mind making upon request, and her Sleeping potion was equally dangerous, if used by someone with murderous or sexual intentions. Was she really in any position to be picky? 'No, but…' But what, exactly? "But nothing," she muttered softly to her herself as she shifted around.

The potion looked as ready as it would ever be. She grabbed an empty test vial and ladled some of the thick liquid into it. If Capsule was an asshat and unafraid of death, she would try chucking the vial at one of the many unsuspecting people on the street below, but she was not; her only test subjects for today would be the local plant life… or weasels. Cause neep Brier Weasels, even if they did carry about the "docile" nature. The ones she'd ran into were definitely not nice at all.

The yard behind Capsule's building would also suffice, a fact she realized only after climbing down onto the ground. Much of the overgrown grass was surrounded by sickly weeds, and likely housed more than its fair share of snakes. She looked around to make sure that there were no kids or Landers about (the former sometimes liked to play out in this tall grass), before vigorously shaking the vial and tossing it out onto a cluster of weeds.

The vial must have struck something hard, for it shattered loudly when it landed. Thick, green liquid splattered the surrounding area. It did nothing at first, but then she noticed hints of smoke rising amidst the weeds. They had once stood tall, but now some were languidly drooping to the side, while others appeared to be missing small pieces of themselves. Chibi Maya-chan giggled with glee at the sight, and even yelled out phrases like "Burn, burn burn!" and "Their screams are greatly invigorating!" There was more, but Capsule was too busy with "science" to truly listen.

It took a while (maybe because the sample was so small) for the affected weeds to be reduced to a green, chunky substance. She was greatly unenthused on the possible effects this potion would have on humans, but monsters and plant life were beyond her sympathies. Her only problem now would be getting her research presented and accepted by her superiors. If it got rejected, oh well. She would go back to focusing on other things. If it did, watch out plants!

The testing portion of her research complete, Capsule scurried back up her window and into her flat. Now came the important part: cleaning and sterilizing her tools. She collected the remaining potion into a tall bottle first, and after carefully corking and sticking it in a cool place where it was unlikely to be knocked over or disturbed, she set about cleaning her cauldron and tools. Impure Poison alone caused her to be cautious when dealing with it. The absolute last thing she wanted was to leave any trace of the corrosive poison lingering about.

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