[FIELD CLASS] Making Inkjars | Wrap up: Page 12!

[Smerdle]

Mmur hurried up to the front of the room once the instructor and his Well Dressed Gnome had given them the okay. He grabbed an empty jar and some... color, then plopped down in an unoccupied seat.

"All right," he said under his breath, lining his jar up with one of the spouts. The horseman's tongue poked out of the side of his mouth as he slowly turned on the tap and the jar began to fill. The liquid made it to a little more than halfway before he stopped it, tilting his head to one side as he lifted the jar and swirled it around. He shrugged. A little bit more water wouldn't kill anyone, right?

He added some of the powder as he continued swirling, stuffing the cork in much later than he had been instructed. FAMINE DOES WHAT IT WANTS. Too bad what Famine wanted didn't make usable inkjars.  

[Carhop Cavalier]

Gene gave Malcolm a friendly wave as he came in, glad to see that her favorite (and only) exam giver was still alive and kicking after the whole Haunted House ordeal.

The gnome however? The gnome got glared daggers, followed by a middle finger. Ew, flirty self obsessed gnomes were awful - meaning all gnomes were awful. Even if he was some kind of big business dude, Gene already hated him.

"Professor!" Gene raised her hand, trying to beckon Malcolm's attention. "What happens if a gnome drinks an inkjar?"

A rhetorical question, really. She just wanted to let WDG that no, he would not be getting to know her and no, she would definitely not be calling him.

Attempting to mix up one of the little potions, Gene only got clear liquid, resulting in a little frown from the Doppelganger.

Dragain

 

[Dragain]

"Did someone call for the Professor of Looooove?" Well Dressed Gnome was about to hop off the table and dash towards Siddie when Malcolm stepped in front of him, very accidentally shoving him backwards.

"It's a... Deus Ex Inkjar," He replied with a frown, looking slightly uncomfortable, "Based off the... Legendary Human Hunters." Something about the look he gave said 'please, don't say too much in front of the gnome'.

Prolixity

 

[Smerdle]

"Lame," Mmur decreed. Somehow the word didn't sound quite right coming out of his mouth, like some old human grandfather going surfing in a speedo and calling the waves "totally tubular."

He dumped the useless contents of his inkjar out then started again, making nearly the same mistakes he had before and lightly stomping his bare foot when nothing happened. Again. STUBBORN PONIES ARE STUBBORN.  

[Carhop Cavalier]

Adding a bit more powder into the jar and shaking it seemed like a great idea - until the liquid completely vanished. She blinked, gave a very confused noise, and held up her hand again.

"Professor? Um...my jar is kind of....empty....but it feels like the liquid is still in it?" She wibbled, voice laden with concern. She'd never seen an empty inkjar bottle that had more weight. The thought of it being an invisible inkjar briefly crossed the ghoul's mind; but who ever heard of anything invisible besides a dog?

Dragain

 

[Smerdle]

The contents of his jar were dumped out with a bit more fervor, and when Mmur refilled it this time around, he paid quite a lot of attention to the level of magical water he added. The measure of red powder he sifted in next was carefully rationed as well, but when Mmur corked the jar and swirled it between his clawed fingers, its color slowly faded away.

His glowing eyes widened as he very deliberately set the jar on the table in front of him. He couldn't be sure if he had messed up this time, but since his ink looked suspiciously like that doppelganger ghoul's, he was willing to hear what Malcolm had to say about hers before he threw his own across the room.

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Mmur made invisible inkjar. emotion_brofist

 

[Dragain]

Malcolm remembered Gene's face, but it took him a while to recall her name; it had been a long time since he last saw her, after all.

"Let's hope we never have to find out," He answered, subtly giving her a thumbs up; ever since the Haunted House Insanity "adventure", he decided that thumbs up are cool. Maybe...? It was difficult not to admit to being old, especially when working with youngsters, "Nobody had never died from ingesting an Inkjar before, but reports are that the taste is quite... Unpleasant for non-minipets."

"Ohh, fiesty!" WDG grinned, trying to push Malcolm aside, "Hey, I just met you~ And this is CRAZY! But here's my num- AUGH!" An invisible dog tackled WDG, pushing him off the table, and out of sight behind it.

"That could be an Invisible Inkjar," Malcolm nodded, briefly glancing behind the table, "Invisible pets are wonderful."

Carhop Calvalier

 

[Horticulturalist]

Billy glanced about, heartened that a few had already succeeded. Cautiously, not entirely trusting the gnome, Billy picked up a jar and poured a little dust in it.
He figured he would try this, before asking for help. Sticking a cork in it, like he mildly wished the little gnome would do. He seriously doubted he would pick up any of the girls like that.
After swirling the mixture in his jar around for a while, and nothing happening, he frowned. Reluctantly he raised his hand for the professor.

"Did I add too little dust or something?" he asked with a frown.

Dragain

 

[prolixity]

"O-oh." Siddie placed the inkjar carefully on the other side of the table. It was a complete mystery to her why anyone would want a minipet that looked like a Hunter. No, this was not at all what she'd set out to make. "Um - thank you, Professor Malcolm." This time she was careful to specify who she was addressing. Just in case.

Dragain

 

[Carhop Cavalier]

Gene giggled at the professor, giving him a thumbs up back. Old people. "Yes Professor, they truly are."  

[Dragain]

Malcolm would be crushed to know that Gene thinks him old. Crushed. Except his face would remain a constant : | so she would never know.

"Because the mere idea of Halloween, the Fear hunters, being the hunted, especially by humans, is frightening," He explained quietly, as if guessing what Siddie might be thinking, "And you're welcome."

WDG would say something, but he was currently wrestling an invisible dog.

"Don't worry," He regarded Billy with a nod, "That happens... Sometimes. Just keep at it until you get something. Failure is the mother of success!" He was attempting to be motivational.

Horticulturalist

Prolixity

 

[Blade Kuroda]

How interesting! Tseng watched as some of the students went to try and take some water and powder to make something out of it. This was something along the lines of what Famine horsemen did.

Or at least so he thought.

It was too bad that Yuzhi was not here. She may enjoy this sort of thing.

Taking a bottle, he went on and filled it partially, then looked at the various powders.

Hmm...

He took some black and blue powder and dumped it in. Corking the bottle, he shook it up and soon reveled as he seemed to have made something. To be exact, it was a husk bottle.

"AHA! I HAVE DONE IT!" he exclaimed while holding the bottle high into the air over his head.  

[Ice Queen]

"I think there is something wrong with that fellow's eyes," Terra said blankly before starting to try and make an inkjar. She had no CLUE what she was doing, but it was interesting!

She stared at the bottle when she finished putting things in--and then stared some more. "I do not think I accomplished anything... I will try again!" she said in determination.  

[chiickadee]

Danny just threw a bunch of shiny objects into a jar, along with some lava and dirt. Then she started shaking it like a smoothie.

Of course, all she got was a dark brown sludge mixture. She looked over at Gene's and found that no, that was not how it was supposed to look.

Oops.  

[chiickadee]

So she tried throwing fruit and lava into a jar.

Turns out lava melted fruit.

Oops x2.

"Pssst, feed this to your wendigo."

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