[S] Empty Tables & Empty Chairs

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Crafting an Appearance Change Potion

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Capsule

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What was the point in living in an empty castle, devoid of friends and laughter? She sat on a throne of lies, of a guild that was on its last two legs. Remaining here was pointless, but leaving altogether was almost too cruel. She had made a promise to remain ever faithful to her first guild since the Catastrophe, and even though they had all gone their separate ways, she could not find it within herself to simply give up. Responsibility of the guild was passed on to one of the few remaining members, Shira, but Capsule chose to stay on as a member.

She openly bore the guild name during the long months she spent out in seclusion, and would have gone on doing so, had a new development not been introduced -- a potion that could alter your appearance. It was one her level was more than proficient enough to make on her own. It caught her attention, in that it provided her a means to reinvent herself. She had fallen so out of touch with previous friends, and wanted to remain under the radar. Pharmaceutical research and general pensiveness had a way of doing that to you.

For so long, she was stuck pining over her mounting loneliness, and even tried to cover it up by making animal and monster friends. It's not like she regretted it or anything, but stuff like that only enhanced her loneliness. And, as much as she loved Fiver and her other little monster friends, it was best to release them back into the wild. Fiver was already free, so that just left the rest of the creatures. Aranea, Dobby and Meenah were all let go, especially Dobby; he was far too conspicuous to keep around.

Now, sitting in the main room of her cottage in the Sarum mountains, the woman decided to put her intentions to use. The Appearance Change Potion recipe, the necessary materials, and the tools of her trade were scattered on the floor around her. For a moment, she longed for the mortar and pestle she'd received from an event, just one of many items donated to the masses. What she had now were substandard and Lander made tools, useable but not quite as fancy as what she was used to. It was affordable, though.

With a small sigh, the redhead ran a hand through her uneven locks. The avatar she had in mind was one with white or silverish hair, and maybe blue eyes -- she hadn't decided yet, but there would be plenty of time for that later. "Nothing to it but to do it." This was in the name of science, after all.

Missing the weight of her old kukri in her hand, she picked up a regular knife, flipping an herb around in her other hand. This was all pretty standard stuff. She barely thought about it as she pinned the herb down against the board, and began to chop it up. Her moves were mechanically as she picked up another and dissected it in a similar fashion. With utmost finesse, her hands worked together to twist the board around, and repositioned her blade to dice the lot into a finer assortment. Her favorite part was coming up soon.

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Don't Move

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2/3

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Capsule

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Not deviating from the absentmindedness applied to her task, Capsule set her flimsy knife aside, and reached for the bowl of her mortar. She placed it carefully beside the cutting board, and took even greater care with the board itself. Time was money, as they say, and the last thing she wanted to do now was waste time and/ or money by being a careless brat and dropping any of the goods. She tilted one corner of the board into the mortar, and with the dull end of the knife, neatly scraped the bits of herb into the hollow center.

Bits of debris clung to her hands and the knife, nothing that could compare to the small mess that would soon be upon her. Dealing with powdery substances could be quite the nasty affair, though she could always just wash her clothes if the mess could not be patted out. Capsule hummed quietly to herself as she rolled her pestle to and fro in the bowl, as she was wont to do. It wasn't exactly necessary, but it was a nice way of keeping herself entertained. Sometimes she even went as far as singing to herself, but only when she was alone; Capsule did not possess the talent, and was too shy to embarrass herself in front of a crowd.

The predicted power stains were tainting her hands when she was done, but somehow she'd managed to avoid getting any onto her clothes. Perhaps it was practice, or maybe she wasn't as careless as presumed. Who knows? Utilizing the same care from earlier, Capsule sorted the powder into a clunky beaker, which she set aside for the moment. It was a real shame that she had not kept those clay pots, meant to act as portable burners, but alas. There was a small fireplace to make up for that.

Capsule set about lighting a small fire, and set the small cast iron pot before it to warm it up while she got everything else ready. Some water and a bit of solvent was added to the pot, required lubricants for most potions, as well as a dash of something that was sweet to smell, but somewhat bitter to taste. It was this ingredient that was partially responsible for giving the potion its indigo hue. As the mixture slowly heated up, Capsule dumped in the ground herbs that were a key ingredient to this potion.

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Don't Move

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3/3

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Capsule

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The next step was easy as pie: Capsule merely had to sit back and wait for the potion to brew. Well, she wouldn't exactly be lying around and letting the potion take care of itself. For a moment, she almost entertained the idea of allowing a tamed creature of humanoid stature to take care of the tedious parts of crafting for her, but then she would just end up reliant and lazy. Besides -- where was the fun in that?

There was not a whole lot she could do in-between stirring the pot, however, other than delve into her thoughts and her future, if she decided to go about this route. There was still some possibility of cut ties being restored, but in the case of some people, such as Caer, that seemed impossible. She'd fallen so horribly out of touch with the Samurai, that she was utterly unaware of the other girl's class change into Heretic, or any of her other movements. It would have been best to actually approach her guild headquarters and ask how things were going, but ugh. Capsule was not found of being the center of attention, as reunions were known to cause, and thought just even bothering was awkward enough.

No; she preferred to slip into anonymity altogether, and had already released herself of most of her possessions to do so. She was an irrelevant relic, and most of her associates had gone and did what she had been too absorbed in her own affairs to do: grind to the top, or as far the system allowed them to, anyway. Capsule almost felt disheartened when she returned to the bubbling concoction. Not even the sweet aroma could lift her spirits, though the way the potion was turning out gave her some minor comfort. According to the recipe, it was ready to be bottled.

Capsule retrieved a small flask, and with her spoon, ladled the enchanting liquid into the container. As it had not been given a chance to cool down, it was still very hot, and the old Capsule surely would have burned herself in the process. This one spilled nary a drop of the precious liquid, though she did find the flask much too warm for comfort. At any rate, it was currently not ready for consumption.

She set it aside to cool while she went about cleaning up, but had no intentions of drinking it right away, nor would she have been able to. The Appearance Change Potion was something you took directly before bed, and she was far from tired right now. "Time to think about the person I want to become, I guess…" Physically speaking, that is. Her personality would still be the same, unless she faked a few aspects. She sure was going to miss having red hair.

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