[CLASS] Most Potent Potions (END PG. 22!)

[Eranas]

He turned his head to make sure the Matteo was doing okay, thus it caused him to stir too much. Some liquid got onto his hand and burned. With a loud angry hiss he started suckling the area that hurt and his eyes narrow at the potion.

He was starting to get frustrated.  

[Eranas]

And now he's so frustrated he began making a mess of his area. So much for being good at potions.  

[Eranas]

Taking in a deep breath, he decided to meditate a little. His eyes closed and he took in a couple few breaths-- right before he chewed down on his hand roughly and gnawed so hard blood started dripping down onto the table. Thankfully it was only on his left hand, however it was hard for him to stir with his only his right hand.

Trying to ignore the pain he caused himself, his eye twitchingin frustration, he slowly took a little of the left over ingredients so he may replenish what was lost. Quickly he began to calm down, seeing as the potion was actually beginning to settle down.

It didn't take too much time for the potion to turn just the way Professor Z wanted it to be.

His blue eyes widened and he held up the vial with his bloody hand, eyes sparkling. This potion is supposed to help him remember that important memory form his dream. His hopes were about to be fulfilled.

Zephyros grinned to himself and turned his head to see just how well Matteo is faring.

PASS A+

Vethrfolnir

 

[Vethrfolnir]

"Thanks." Matteo murmured, shoulders slumping in relief. Zephyros' exclamation shifted his attention, and he realized that the feathered boil's potion was rapidly beginning to deteriorate -- in fact, it continued to worsen with how often Zephyros kept glancing at Matteo, probably to make sure he wasn't having any problems. He wasn't sure whether he felt flattered by his concern or mildly insulted at the assumption that he was going to mess up again. He opted for the former, and he nodded at Zephyros reassuringly.

He could handle this. All he had to do was be careful, this time. He was so determined to get it right that he stirred too hard, his fingers tightly clenched around the ladle, and even if some of the potion sloshed over the side (he'd clean that in a second, he promised silently), it wasn't bubbling nearly as badly as before.

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Ingredients Chosen:

1. MAIN: Wolfsbane. Highly volatile. Can cause a rash if not handled with the proper gloves.
   
2. Clay from a (Halloween) Golem. Not the hunter kind of golem. Smells of dirt and crumbles easily.
   
3. Bat spleen. Gross.
   
   Final Temperature: 90 - 5 = 85
   2: Your stirring makes a lot of mess and noise, but it's not that bad. Or maybe it is. (Try again).

Eranas

 

[Vethrfolnir]

Beside him, Zephyros hissed, and as Matteo jerked his head to see what was going on, his hands fumbled and slipped, spilling some hot liquid onto the back of his hand. His teeth sank into his lip, stifling a whimper. When his eyes darted over to Zephyros, he noticed that the same thing had happened to his friend, and Matteo could have laughed if he wasn't so worried about the damage. Hurriedly, he wiped the potion off of his hand, and he would have done the same for Zephyros had he not seen the way he attacked his concoction with renewed ferocity. He knew that look. He'd bite him if he came any closer.

Maybe it was best to give him some space. Matteo studiously turned back to his assignment.

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Ingredients Chosen:

1. MAIN: Wolfsbane. Highly volatile. Can cause a rash if not handled with the proper gloves.
   
2. Clay from a (Halloween) Golem. Not the hunter kind of golem. Smells of dirt and crumbles easily.
   
3. Bat spleen. Gross.
   
   Final Temperature: 90 - 5 = 85
   1: You stir too fast and accidentally burn yourself. Ouch. (Try again).

 

[Vethrfolnir]

With a slow and steady hand, he could do this. He could. But he was being overly cautions; his hand was too slow, a fact he only realized when his ladle got stuck in a mass of brown, viscous goo. Now how was he supposed to fix this?

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Ingredients Chosen:

1. MAIN: Wolfsbane. Highly volatile. Can cause a rash if not handled with the proper gloves.
   
2. Clay from a (Halloween) Golem. Not the hunter kind of golem. Smells of dirt and crumbles easily.
   
3. Bat spleen. Gross.
   
   Final Temperature: 90 - 5 = 85
   6: You were trying to be cautious, stirring slowly, but that's a little too slow and now it's just sludge.

 

[Vethrfolnir]

Maybe if he stirred faster, that would fix it. It did, sort of -- the liquid was manageable, even if he'd burned his hand again in the process. Taking a moment to pull his hands away from the increasingly dangerous liquid, Matteo tried to collect his thoughts. This wasn't working. He was a puppeteer, dammit -- his hands were his greatest asset. He couldn't risk them again, so he had to try something else.

His eyes slid over to Peppino, who was seated (almost too innocently) on his desk. The puppet's smile seemed downright mocking. He supposed he deserved it; he'd tried to do this on his own, but that hadn't exactly worked out. No, he needed more help.

Matteo's strings appeared at his fingertips, looping themselves around the digits before snaking over to Peppino. As they took hold, Peppino came to life, and his smile grew impossibly wider.

"Got a problem, Teo?"

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Ingredients Chosen:

1. MAIN: Wolfsbane. Highly volatile. Can cause a rash if not handled with the proper gloves.
   
2. Clay from a (Halloween) Golem. Not the hunter kind of golem. Smells of dirt and crumbles easily.
   
3. Bat spleen. Gross.
   
   Final Temperature: 90 - 5 = 85
   1: You stir too fast and accidentally burn yourself. Ouch. (Try again).

 

[Vethrfolnir]

"Yes." Matteo admitted. "I think you ought to take over, Peppino."

Peppino pulled himself up to his feet, crossing his arms over the white stitches on his chest. "About time. Dis was gettin' real sad ta watch." He ambled over to the pot, climbed over its edge and balanced on it, then grabbed the ladle. He walked in a circle around the rim of the container, dragging the ladle with him to stir the potion. A few laps later, and the potion was looking considerably better than before. Not perfect, but better.

Peppino grinned smugly. "And dat's how ya make a potion."

"Should have asked you from the beginning, huh?"

"Ya think? Next time, ya better --"

Matteo's attention snapped back to Zephyros as a sudden motion caught his eye -- and then he glimpsed red. Blood was running down Zephyros' hand from large bite marks. "W-whoa! Whoa! Hey! Bird!" Peppino yelped. "The hell're ya doin'!?"

"Leave him alone," Matteo said quietly, both for Peppino and himself. He was just as determined as Matteo had been to finish this, perhaps even more so. He didn't stop for a second. Soon, Zephyros had finished, and his potion looked even better than Matteo's -- but the triumph in his eyes was likely because of a different reason. When he turned to face them, Matteo gave the other boil a small smile. For his sake, he hoped that potion worked.

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Ingredients Chosen:

1. MAIN: Wolfsbane. Highly volatile. Can cause a rash if not handled with the proper gloves.
   
2. Clay from a (Halloween) Golem. Not the hunter kind of golem. Smells of dirt and crumbles easily.
   
3. Bat spleen. Gross.
   
   Final Temperature: 90 - 5 = 85
   Final Result: Your stirring isn't particularly great, but you still manage to get it right. (Pass)

 

[PhiferWolf]

Uru stirred more and more, watching as the ingredients bumped and turned inside the pot. He still didn't see anything different with the texture or anything as far as color or consistency. The ingredients haven't melted down nor did they seem to change from their solid forms. Looking at the other students, he noticed that some had already finished while others were still stirring. That moment without eye contact was enough to cause the mixture to harden a bit.  

[PhiferWolf]

A small sizzling sound and a scream of another student caused him to be distracted once again. "Tus od..."  

[PhiferWolf]

Buckling down, the hellhound focused on the little kettle before him, stirring ever so slowly whenever he felt a strong drag. Soon the ingredient's composition began to change slowly and surely. Looks like he did enough for the potion to finally take form.  

[Cheekiebirdiee]

"Heehee, looks like it huh! BYDGT!," He chirpped, smiling to her finished work. She did do well for herself, he wondered if this was Agsil first time as well but was distracted before he could ask when a poke landed on his side. Giggling softly he turned to glance at the offender, sticking his tongue out at Rosy. Flicking a tail around Zel he tickled the ghouls side with the tip before wiggling in his chair and looking to their potions, "classes aren't so bad huh! This was pretty fun!" At least it had been so far.

Looking towards Zel's burn he winced softly and grinned to the other boy sympathetically. Well most of it had been fun at least for him, calming down he gently makes sure his potion is properly secured before resting his head on the desk. Now to wait!

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[xdeathxbyxlovex]

Xiomara started to stir her potion. She didn't want to spill any on herself or the desk. The desk didn't even look new to her, but she never been in thus class it school before so she didn't even know.

She looked at her potion and at the other students potions hers looked better than most of there's.

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3 = pass