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 Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 4:52 am
It was barely after lunchtime that specific day and Philemon still hadn't had the heart to move from the building where his classes were held back home -or, even more preferably, to the library to pick up some source material to use in his research. There were a million things to learn by staying in Makai even though his brother always said there was nothing else he could learn from that school. In one way or another his viewpoint also stood true to reality but it had never been Phil's immediate concern. To move on or linger further was something he could deal with at a different point in time.
Eventually he was spurred into standing up from his seating spot when the sun started reflecting in his glasses in a rather unfavourable -for his eyes at least- way that caused him to wince due to the luminosity. He stumbled a little as his feet had gotten numb, nearly dropping his book in the process and yelped making a few heads turn his way. He smiled apologetically for disrupting their piece and dragged his feet onward feeling slouchy.
He was thinking of the chores he had to complete for the day and listing things he shouldn't neglect, realizing he suddenly had less things to do that what he had expected -probably because he had taxed Theofratus with half the things he usually did and if there was one thing he knew about his brother was that he could be counted on to get the job done even if he whined so much. Maybe he could look forward to inviting some friends for a cup of coffee in the afternoon, of course he would have to see if any of them were available.
His train of thought was broken by the sound of... was it? -yes it was- a very glorious explosion. He flinched and turned his head towards the direction the large noise had come from before dashing towards there unsure of whether he wanted or not to find the cause but compelled to find out regardless, if nothing because he feared someone might have been injured.
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Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2011 11:26 am
It was by the grace of the gods that the teenager hadn't killed herself in the explosion. It had been a spectacular light show, and the rainbow-like sparks and dust that had showered the room had been very pretty. However, their creation left much to be desired and if someone were to ask her how she had managed to perform such a feat the most diplomatic explanation would have been that it had been an accident. Not that she had wanted to mix two very volatile ingredients together for purely educational purposes to see what would happen. After all, there was a reason that her professor had always told them not to do it!
Regardless of what she should or should not have done, the consequences of her experiment were immediately obvious. The classroom she was in had been coated in a fine, irridescent dust. It seemed almost pearlescent in some lights, it simply depended on which part of the room you stood in and at which point the light hit it. As an observer it would look exceedingly pretty but as the culprit responsible...
The witchling heaved a sigh and slipped her hands into the pockets of her plaited skirt. Like the surfaces of the classroom, she was covered head to toe in dust - in fact, the dust was so thick that her eyelashes seemed to shimmer! There would be no denying that she was responsible for the mess and pretty or not, it would lead towards the same thing it always did. She would be told to explain herself, then she'd be told to clean up her mess and then her parents would be called. It would all culminate in a very long winded argument which would ultimately boil down to both her parents voicing concern that she would never graduate if she couldn't control herself.
She didn't aspire to be a troublemaker.
...It just sort of happened.
Alas, rather than wait for her inevitable demise at the hands of a passing professor, the witchling kicked the dust about her feet and then set about cleaning up the mess. Locating a dustpan and broom from the cupboards nearby, she elected to use a slower method of cleaning than cast anymore magic. Knowing her luck, any magic cast in the midst of all this dust would cause doomsday and she really didn't need that! Thus, it was with this in mind that she began to sweep the dust off the chairs and table tops before she would then drop to her knees and begin to sweep it all up from the floor.
Speaking of which - would she be able to fit all this in the bin?
"Oh balls," she mumbled to no one in particular.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 12:55 am
Phil had rushed back to the classrooms as fast as his feet could carry him. Being used into actually being the one who got caught up in the accidents the victim rarely had time to react, scream for help or anything should there be such a need and it was making him extremely anxious. What if nobody payed the explosion any notice? What if they disregarded it as something random or some kind of meaningless, tasteless prank? What if there was somebody who needed help and nobody showed up to help them? The were so many what ifs running around his mind that he was driving himself crazy -and should he been driven crazy there would be absolutely no way to actually help the poor person, whoever it was, that had gotten caught up in that explosion.
He peeked inside various classrooms until he finally entered one that looked like it had seen better days. Not to say that it wasn't beautiful; that was one thing it most certainly was seeing how it was covered by a thin, gossamer veil of some sort of iridescent debris... or dust; either way it glittered softly in the light, changing into a million different colors like some sort of gem or jewel and then there was the girl. Phil almost managed to miss her in all the glowing surfaces. She was blending right in, considering she was covered with it from head to toe and unless she had slipped up and rolled around it this made her a likable suspect for having created it... and Phil couldn't shake the feeling he had found the exact cause of the entire incident.
"Ah, uhm..." he mumbled awkwardly, waving a hand slightly, in greeting. "S-Sorry for entering without knocking first..." he stuttered trying to find the words he needed in order to phrase a question without being painfully direct or rude. "Uhm... w-what exactly... happened here?" he asked anyway even though it should have been fairly obvious to about anyone walking inside and finding this mess after having heard that explosion take place.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 3:07 am
There was very little that the young witchling could do other than to stare at Phil as he walked through the door. This stare became much more owlish when he asked what had happened in a tone that could almost be compared to one her professor would adopt. Admittedly, Phil lacked the drawl that the professor was in possession of, but the way it was presented did have resemblance. In some respects, the fellow witchling was fortunate that she hadn't jumped to any immediate assumptions but when the initial shock had worn off, this luck ran out.
When it came to Ishtar, there were certain things that she did not cope well with. The most obvious of these was the frequent nagging of her parents but another of these, was when she was the subject of much embarassment. Once out of her comfort zone, she was otherwise inclined to adopt a less than pleasant demeanour - or at least, she was more inclined to become a touch more sarcastic.
"I set off a firework," she replied, recovering from her momentary surprise at his appearance in the doorway. It was clear that her explanation was a lie, particularly by the wistful nature in which she delivered it. However, if she'd attempted to deliver the truth surrounding the issue then she might have struggled with that as well - in all honesty, the purple haired witchling wasn't entirely sure why her experiment had gone awry in this way.
...Yes, she understood the explosion but she had yet to work out what the dust was about.
"It's very dangerous to let off fireworks in enclosed spaces apparently, but in hindsind, it's good to know that the gunpowder turns into a rainbow when released in this type of environment..." she continued, not missing a beat as she carried on with her cleaning. It was at this point that the witchling drew herself up to a standing position and wandered over to the bin. She then poured some of the dust into it and returned to her place beside one of the tables to continue with her work.
"S'kinda pretty," she observed, pausing to inspect the 'damage' she had caused. "But very messy," she conceded before eyeing Phil more closely. She flicked her gaze up and down, assessing him from head to toe before she concluded that he wasn't in any of her classes - he did look around the same age as her though. "S'fine about the not knocking part, wouldn't worry about that - thought you were a teacher to begin with."
"And might I note," she took a breath. "Professors have absolutely no sense of humour so you're definitely an improvement on what I was expecting," she concluded.
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 9:43 am
If Phil could do anything but sit there, staring blankly underneath his lenses at the girl he would have done it, but he was confused, dazzled by all the glittering dust not to mention slightly intimidated by the scrutinizing, odd-eyed gaze that seemed to scan him to determine if he was a friend or foe. Of course it made some sense that she was expecting a teacher but maybe, just maybe he had also messed up himself. Did he speak somewhat oddly? Was his tone insulting? He hadn't meant to offend the poor girl but what was said was said and there was no possible way he could take it back. He couldn't turn back time or anything of the like anyway. Tactless with words as he was this was a power he had long longed to have, especially in situations like this where all he could do afterwards was pray, hoping that someone -God, the spirits or any power-that-be - might somehow hear his prayers and answer.
As was appropriate no such thing happened, of course, otherwise Phil's life would look less than reality and more like one of those exciting adventure novels he loved to read in his free time where the heroes are always saved on the last moment by some trick of fate and defeat the evil Overlord- Not that the purple-haired girl looked anything like an Overlord, of course, on the contrary she was rather adorable the way she was trying to excuse herself for the mess. "Ah... uhmm..." he mumbled, unsure of what to say as he tried taking a step further inside the classroom. Almost immediately he slipped, fell, and in absolutely no time was also covered from head to toe with this odd glimmering dust. He coughed a small puff of glitter and smiled awkwardly trying to shake the dust off and failing miserably. "A firework... well it sure is beautiful, the dust." he agreed deciding there was no reason to argue with the girl on the fact. Even though this obviously looked more like a failed experiment rather than a firework it could actually work that way if you fixed it so it wouldn't cause such a dangerous explosion. "Hmm, if it would be possible to keep the explosion under control you might be able to make something spectacular." he chuckled as he fought to sit up properly before rising on his feet yet again.
"There's... really, so much of it." he sighed looking around him at the mess. "D-Do you, maybe, perhaps require some help?" Phil questioned uncertain of himself and his proposal and most certainly not wanting to have to be stared down so intensely for one more time. "N-not to impose, of course." and there he was, getting all riled up and nervous at nothing.
He listened to her speak, telling him about how he was an improvement to what she was expecting and wasn't sure whether it was appropriate to laugh or to cry or humour her or... anything really. "Uhm... I... I'm glad." he responded weakly in the end, feeling rather inadequate. He had come all the way here to see if somebody was hurt and now he was feeling all weird, hanging in between staying, leaving and what was most appropriate to do.
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 2:28 pm
It was strange, but for some reason her eyes always seemed to unnerve some people. The fact she suffered from heterochromia iridium, seemed to weird people out for some reason...having grown up with the condition all her life she couldn't quite comprehend it, personally, she thought it looked neat. Alas, the witchling was no mind reader and as a consequence she was unable to detect the vast majority of his paranoia - at most he came across as slightly nervous or insecure based on his stammering and uncertainty.
Not exactly a rare thing, some people were naturally shy.
Nevertheless it seemed that Phil was in possession of both shyness and clumsiness which culminated in a rather embarassing state of affairs. No sooner had the male witchling stepped forward than his arms had flailed dramatically into the air and he had found himself deposited quite soundly onto the floor. Ishtar attempted to control her amusement, but she couldn't help but hazard a smile whenever he sat up and revealed himself to be completely covered in glitter - just like her. Really, if one looked at it from an objective standpoint it was really quite fascinating how easily the dust could be attracted to another surface.
"Suits you," she observed and tilted her head to the side. Unfortunately, she couldn't keep the minor drawl of impish sarcasm out of her tone as she spoke, especially when she continued with her train of thought, "Really brings out the colour of your eyes!"
Fortunately for Phil, Ishtar was not a girl who tended to dwell too much on an issue and once she had accepted that he was there and that he wasn't a teacher, she deemed it reasonable to accept his offer of help. Afterall, it would be very foolish of her not to accept assistance considering the level of mess and two sets of hands were certainly swifter than one! That in mind, she regarded him for one final time and then rolled her shoulders in a light shrug, "Well, if you reckon you can keep your balance then I'd appreciate the help," she replied with a wry smile.
"Next time I'll set off my fireworks in a more controlled environment," she murmured, still electing not to confess that she had been mixing substances she should have.
"Name's Ishtar by the way, but most just call me Ish."
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 7:16 am
Had Phil known just the sort of the ridiculous first impression he had made he would be as good as dead -his mind fried from overheating due to blushing so much in embarrassment. It had most certainly not been his fault though and he had hoped, in the back of his head, that this much was understandable. He winced a little, rubbing his rather pained bottom reminding himself that pain tolerance or not he was still human and having to break half his bones just because he wasn't very careful was not his ideal choice of thing.
"You think?" he decided to play along when the girl mockingly complimented him about the dust making a fitting combination with the color of his eyes. "Maybe if it were a little darker, perhaps." he spoke quietly, frowning as if he was deep in thought. "You, on the other hand..." he trailed off mischievously. "You would look good with any kind of glittery colored dust since you're such a pretty lady." he smiled widely at his words to show he didn't mean anything bad by the compliment anyway.
"Hmmm, I think, if you should contain the set off from the start it should be better, perhaps. What did you use in the firework? Except if it was someone else's work..." Phil thought while looking at all the dust. Seriously there was simply too much of it. Enough to fit into twenty fireworks, he would bet not just a single one. What went wrong? He just wanted to find out, he might be able to help if he knew. "It is very nice to meet you, miss Ishtar." he smiled. "My name's Philemon, but most people call me Phil." he introduced himself back in more or less the same manner before going to fetch a spare broom to help with cleaning up the classroom.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 11:59 am
She'd always been a quirky girl, it came with the territory really... Any person related to her mother was bound to be a touch eccentric and she was certainly a girl who conformed to these standards. One might have expected her father's more reserved nature to temper her mother's bubbliness and provide balance, but it seemed that certain genes were much stronger than others. As a consequence, Ishtar Elms was an individual who was liable to run her mouth, be brutally honest and cause a great deal of scandal with remarks that just weren't appropriate. Unfortunately, Phil was going to be a victim of these at some point, perhaps sooner, rather than later!
"Well we could test that theory if you liked," she mused thoughtfully, flicking a hand through her hair to cause a cloud of glitter to escape from the gaps between each strand. It was a fairly innocent remark up until this point and she took a moment to rest her elbows against the table as he sought out a dustpan and brush. "Of course, in order to get the full benefits of such a theory, particularly in relation to the hypothesis you have raised, I would probably have to strip down and provide you with a full canvas to inspect," she continued. All things considered, the girl had to be given credit for how deadpan her delivery was in relation to this topic, but somewhere her parents were probably gasping in embarassment.
Alas... She was no young teenager anymore and she was near the age of graduation, she had heard certain stories and understood the concept of innuendo!
Poor Phil.
Nevertheless, with her musing seen to, Ishtar paused momentarily to consider his questions regarding her fireworks and cleared her throat. Her silence seemed to imply that she had far more to be apologetic for than she wished to let on. Fortunately, she wasn't the greatest fan of lying and as a result she did eventually clarify what had happened. Admittedly, this explanation was vague but to any studious and well schooled individual, it would be reasonably easy to piece together the puzzle.
"I may or may not have mixed salamanders with fairy dragon dust and hetlock seeds," she murmured, looking suitably sheepish in the process. However, her eyes did brighten and her expression became impish as she straightened up once more and moved towards another table to brush the dust off it.
"I think the salamanders are what makes everything go 'boom'," she remarked.
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2011 9:37 am
Phil had been thoughtfully reminding himself not to be so flustered around the poor girl, that he might have startled her anyway and that he should devote himself to his sweeping which he hadn't yet started overlooking the fact he was alone in an empty classroom with the lady covered in glitter. Of course he weren't thinking of something that wasn't in the least not appropriate. Phil was a bit easily embarrassed and he wasn't about to have himself change a million colors in front of the girl and give himself away. Of course nothing could have prepared him for the reply the delicate flower -because to Philemon all girls were beautiful delicate flowers regardless of how they looked or acted- was about to give him.What did she mean test his theory? Phil secretly wondered that even if one part of him had already began making a myriad different assumptions. Just to clarify he'd thought he'd go away and ask her, if nothing just so that he could go back to sweeping without his mind conceiving dirty thoughts.
"W-What do you m-" and before he could as much as complete his sentence he found himself losing all concentration once Ishtar had finished her sentence and found himself plummeting towards the classroom's floor for another time, losing his balance as his knees gave out from under him. "What do you mean the full canvas??" he panicked flailing around on the floor making even more dust stick to his skin and uniform. At this pace he wouldn't be able to walk outside the door without getting ridiculed by everyone in the Academy town. He managed to collect what he could from the wreckage in the silence that had
followed but probably still sounded somewhat uneasy when it came to speaking. "Y-Yeah, it's because salamanders can use the fire element. Think of them like tiny, wingless dragons." he spoke, sitting up once again and getting back to cleaning the mess he had once again made in his immediate surroundings by falling. "What if we used a less potent agent?" he questioned tapping his lip with one finger. "Or we could force the dust to dissipate or turn to something different after release. he listed the possibilities and went around in his head looking for what kind of ingredients might fit something like that.
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2011 4:59 am
Either he was naive or very easily embarassed - the female witchling could only assume this much as he became flustered again and promptly lost all concept of what his centre of balance was. No sooner had she provided him with a reply, albeit it a teasing one, he had tripped and fallen onto his backside again. Suffice to say that Phil was going to have a rather painful bum by the next morning, if he could sit down in class without wincing then Ishtar would be suitably impressed. Nevertheless, his lack of balance and general clumsiness did press her into acting and she soon bridged the distance between herself and the male witch.
Dustpan and brush balancing comfortably against her shoulder, she extended her hand towards the other witchling so that he could pull himself to his feet properly. He might have been crouched to sweep up his current mess, but if his luck continued to dissipate before her eyes, then he was going to need a bit of a crutch. "You're not one for grace, are you?" she observed, a wry smile flickering onto her lips as she regarded the boy. She paused at this point and shook her head, sending a small cloud of glitter-dust into the air around her.
"You should balance more on your toes, it's better for you," she explained and pointed down to his feet. "Slippery surface or not, if you walk on your heel you're more likely to slip," she added. She wasn't about to go into the finer details, although oddly, physics was one of her stronger points. Instead, she dropped that particular subject and turned her attention to what he was saying next - suffice to say, Phil made it perfectly clear that he knew what he was talking about whenever it came to potions...
"Well I know they're little, baby dragons," she conceded and shook her head again. "But how was I meant to know that they didn't agree with the fairy dragon dust?" she enquired wrily. Admittedly, she should have at least known that the seeds would have acted as an explosive agent but she wasn't going to confess to that - it'd be like placing a final nail on the coffin! "You'd think the two would compliment each other, since they're technically related," she continued, clutching at straws.
However, as he continued to muse she did lift a brow and leant against the lab desk - hip against the edge, she then tilted her head to the side. "Are you telling me that you know a way to make this stuff go away without blowing it up?" she enquired coolly, her tone containing elements of a drawl. "'Cause the only reason I haven't cleaned this place up with magic is because I thought I might destroy the entire potions wing," she murmured darkly.
Not that she hadn't considered it, potions had never been one of her strong points and destroying this particular wing would have meant she didn't have to study it again until the area was reconstructed, decontaminated and declared safe!
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 3:12 am
It was hard for Phil to explain, to a girl of all people, that he was extremely sensitive when it came to women. It was his 'little sister' complex, perhaps, but it also applied to older women. He had a certain, romantic way of viewing the entirety of the female population that didn't judge, didn't categorize, didn't change based on their appearance and personality, quite the opposite, actually, remaining fairly constant in all situations. And he was infatuated with it, his concept of feminism, to the point that all ladies where beautiful and special in their own way to him. As a result it was difficult to keep a straight face when it came to situations like these even though normally he could slowly rub around himself and curve his perception to see them as friends they weren't making it easy for him when they were making such suggestive comments. Miss Ishtar sure didn't, if nothing else.
"Thank you..." Phil mumbled awkwardly as he accepted the offered hand to get himself back to his feet for a second time in such a limited span of time. He balanced himself on his feet and proceeded to dust himself off in the most graceful manner he could muster, just as awkwardly, while nodding his head in guilty compliance. "N-not really." he chuckled "I'm... quite infamous... for getting hurt like this." it wasn't as hard to admit to it since it had been happening ever since he could remember himself, however. He removed his spectacles for a second, trying to wipe the glittering dust that was clinging rather firmly to the lenses making him see stars on his shirt and failed. Once he pushed his glasses back on he took to watching his feet as Ishtar tried to explain he was better off if he tried to balance on his toes rather than the heel. He didn't really understand the concept but he categorized it to keep in mind all the same.
"I... uhmm.. doubt it's a matter of disagreeing." he mumbled when Ishtar mentioned her combination. "Perhaps they simply agreed too much. They're both explosive agents, you see. So mixing them makes them go a little trigger happy on each other. The salamander ignites the fairy dragon dust and, well..." he pointed around at their mess of a classroom and shrugged a little. "The seeds probably helped to accent the explosive aspect even further. If you were making a bomb that would work quite fine if you just slowed the reaction time a little but since you're making a firework what you want is a smooth curve rather than a piercing edge." he shrugged a little; it was starting to feel like he was giving a lecture and he hadn't meant to make the girl uncomfortable.
Then he thought about cleaning the mess up without blowing it up indeed. For some reason the thought hadn't even occurred to him before and he would have pursued cleaning the classroom the normal way but then again it wouldn't be too hard to actually brew a small potion on the spot in order to neutralize the explosives and then blow the dust away with a light breeze. "Well." he started, one hand absentmindedly searching in his back for a small vial of a crystalline liquid he had bought just the other day. "Could you, perhaps, check the cupboards for some seaweed, please?" he questioned as he finally turned up with his bottle which he placed on the nearest surface. "I think I could make a simple neutralizing recipe." he explained with a nod of the head. He'd hate to see the whole wing exploding, if nothing! They'd be in deep trouble if that happened, not to mention it would be very messy.
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 6:12 am
"A smooth curve rather than a piercing edge," she repeated, a smile already twitching at the corners of her mouth. Unfortunately, she'd long since lost the ability to hide the slight drawl in her tone and she did have to wonder if he was aware of what he was saying. Were all these remarks deliberate or was he simply like others in the Academy? The vast majority of academy students didn't have the intention of saying something at all scandalous, but if caught by the wrong student, they had no hope of avoiding it. At one point, the purple haired witchling would have almost thought he'd done it on purpose but after he had become so flustered so many time (and in such a short space of time), she had to assume that he was completely oblivious to it. She really should have been ashamed of herself, but she just couldn't help it and there really was a certain level of entertainment to be had from it.
Fortunately for Phil, she made no attempts to explore this vague innunedo any further and instead, set her dustpan and brush down on the table. Slipping her hands into the pockets of her plaited skirt, she listened to his explanation more closely and filed it away for later use. She may not have wanted to make a bomb now but one never knew when it would come in handy. Surprisingly, what the male witchling had to say did make sense and her lips pursed at the words that came out of his mouth. When she really thought about it, all he was making were logical observations but apparently 'logic' was something that escaped her when it came to potions.
"Wow," she spoke at last and shook her head. She closed her eyes briefly and then opened them again to stare at him more closely. He could be safe in the knowledge that she was not going to hit on him, her flirtation and typically scandalous behaviour were usually harmless in intent. "You're a Straight-A student, aren't you?" she mused and then chuckled. Her voice didn't hold any malice, she simply came across as amused by the discovery. As a rather average student, she wasn't usually one to even encounter those of a Grade A standards, they tended to remain in different social circles.
"All right, well if it's seaweed you need..." She cleared her throat and without further remark, moved obediently towards the cupboard to hunt for the appropriate ingredient. As an individual who had never excelled in herbalism, she relied heavily on reading the labels and as such, it took her a little while longer than it might have taken him. She did eventually find what she was looking for and having retrieved the jar from the shelf, she proceeded towards him, tossing the jar from one hand to the other as she walked. "Care to tell me exactly what this'll do, or is this one of these 'wait and see' things?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 12:34 pm
"Yes, more than anything. If I were to make a diagram of it the numbers will keep pushing up forming an arrow that keeps rising upwards. You want to limit the reaction, though, so you need to force that arrow to bend." he explained it as best as he could, crossing his arms over his chest and giving a small shrug as he tried to decide if he was making enough sense for someone that hadn't studied as much on that particular field. He sincerely hoped he did because he was having trouble coming with a better explanation on the moment. He was so absorbed in his attempt to teach the girl a few things and help her develop her firework better that he managed to entirely miss her tone as she underlined his remark regarding the whole deal; perhaps thankfully unless he risked losing all semblance of balance for another time.
He had taken to gently tapping one finger against the surface of the table as he slipped into his personal rhythm, his train of thoughts taking over when he was asked about his grades. He chuckled awkwardly, fixing his glasses with one hand. He should have been used to praise by now but it wasn't as if he was something special or anything like that. If he was a genius he'd have graduated a long time ago. What he was, was a hard worker, but that was all he was capable of doing. It was somewhat strange when people would think of him as highly; the spotlight wasn't really the ideal habitat for a person who aimed to be a healer like he was. "Straight-As is a slight overstatement." he admitted nodding his head to give some more weight to his spoken word. "If I try I can possibly ace most subjects that involve theory and research but, for example, I'm not nearly as skilled in combat." he offered Ishtar a shy smile as he spoke. "Everyone's more inclined to different aspects of magic as well as reality in general. Otherwise we'd all be the same and then it'd get dull, don't you think?"
He glanced at Ishtar going over at the cupboards and got to drawing a small seal circle on the surface of the desk and around the bottle. Sealing was a rather overrated practice nowadays, especially used in its most basic form as Phil was using it but it was better than nothing. He wanted, more than anything right now, to keep his potion free of all that dangerously explosive dust just in case. He found himself nodding his head when asked about the potion he was making. "That's mermaid's tears." he explained, pointing at the bottle he had placed on the table. "Mermaid's tears solidify seconds after they cried, so they have to be collected in special enchanted containers such as this." he nodded. "The crystal of the bottle itself is what keeps them in liquid form. If I were to pout the liquid it'd turn into a gemstone." he smiled. Those tears were a small little oddity of the magical world but he'd seen worse. "What we're going to do is make powder of the seaweed and use it as a soothening agent, then we'll pour it in the bottle and then simply heat the crystal with a small flame and toss it in the dust to force it to explode. This will cause the powder we made to scatter over yours, at the same time the tears will solidify, connecting with the dust and rendering it harmless."
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2011 7:57 am
His explanations made some sense to the young woman and she gave a slow nod as he continued to speak. She'd never been great at potions, in fact, most of her academic study left much to be desired, but she did have moments of clarity where everything made sense. Now was one of those moments and in next to no time at all, the witchling had bridged the gap between herself and Phil to hand the jar of seaweed over to him. Admittedly, she didn't so much hand it over as set it on the desk, but this seemed like the most reasonable decision given his inclination to losing his balance every forty seconds.
"I guess it makes sense," she concluded with a wry smile, flicking her gaze towards the mermaid's tears. It was at this point that she bent down slightly to take a closer look, ignoring the dust that stuck to her cheeks and eyelashes in the process. As an individual who had never taken much of an interest, even she had to admit that some things were pretty cool - though how could you possibly find unsolidifed mermaid tears to begin with? Perhaps an investigation was in order when she graduated - well, if she was still intrigued by it.
"Technically you can't really be graded in sports though," Ishtar continued, moving with ease onto the next subject as she moved away from his seal so that he could work without interruption. Bubbly and eccentric as she might have been, even she could appreciate when distractions were not encouraged. "So if you took those out, you're top of the class. You should be proud of that, least it gets your parents off your back," she grinned impishly, recalling the frequent nagging of her own parents.
"Most I can do is scry, I mean I do that pretty well but everything else isn't my strong point," she observed and nodded towards the seal. "So after you mix all this, I'm assuming all of this will be easier to clean up, right?" she hazarded, glancing around at the mounds of dust that still needed tended to.
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