Welcome to Gaia! ::

With an exasperated sigh, the reaper hurried to the next step, trying to catch up. Alright you... plant it? Easy peasy. Pursing his tongue between his lips in a look of utmost concentration, he jammed his bloody thumb into the soil before poking it down inside and giving it a nice glaze over.

There! Planted. Like he knew what he was doing. He nodded. That'll do, stone, that'll do.

4- Very good, the seed is not only planted but you’re sure you felt a pulse of FEAR from it. (+1)


Destruction: -1 +1= 0

Seriously. he had had it up to here with trying to grow plants. All the way here, where the dirt was overflowing out of the new container.

+2

Another day. They focused, inhaling deeply, steadying their minds. They removed the wrappings, revealing a golden glowing little stone.

Using the needle, Aleria pricked the webbing between their thumb and forefinger, navy blue blood dripping down to the stone.

Unfortunately, it looked like their blood did not take very well.

Ugh.

There was the light clatter of bones and bells again. A single moth landing on the plague doctor's hat, it was quickly joined by others until- Moth dust, Malodore was covered in it. Just as quickly as the moths came, the scattered. "You are welcome. If you wish to take future..alchemical endeavors and are unable to here I am told that they offer such teachings outside of out clan, though, I would guess their purposes are much different." A glance at his work and breaking off a finger from the hand, it was shoved into the dirt.
"Perhaps you might be able to stay and continue your studies. All depends on the end result after all."

The student questioning had him moving to her, putting the hand back into gut. "Questions are needed to find answers, and if they are not asked, then they will never be found." He didn't seem to mind it his moths circling above him. Cracking his neck at the first question he let out a cracking laugh. "The locusts do as they like I imagine. As for oil... depends on the oil. Oil in the oasis does not tell me much, but I would guess it has yet to be harvested." He muttered something about sending someone to do that.
"The seeds are the base, as for what you shall grow you will find out soon enough. You ask one question to which is best left to another lesson."

A click and he bones in his hand cracked in response the last question. "But... patience... some answers you will find only with time."

Malodore bowed to Bulbous. "Thank you, sir - I will be sure to look for such opportunities whenever I can find them." It opened its beak slightly in a smile. When the teacher pushed the rotting human finger into its pot, it was momentarily tempted to remove the thing and take it for its own uses, but perhaps the instructor had deliberately put the digit into the pot for a reason. If it was meant to be taken, would he not have handed the finger to it directly?

The plague doctor left the finger where it was and made sure that the pot was well positioned before leaving with another nod to their instructor.


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The next day, Malodore entered with a spring in its step, eager to see the results - and the sight that met its eyes was not disappointing in the least. The seeds had sprouted into beautiful, slender reedy stalks colored deep crimson, with the most astonishing golden veins spread throughout. Aesthetically, they were lovely. Scientifically, they were fascinating.

It listened to Bulbous speak, then went to retrieve its plant. It seemed vibrant, and the human finger left in the pot yesterday had slumped down into the 'soil', apparently lending vitality to the plant. The plague doctor's reeds were not the most vigorous in the class, but they certainly weren't failures either. To pick it, it needed blood...

It carefully repeated the process from the day before, discreetly shifting the bandages on its neck to reveal a bit of flesh, which it then punctured and drew blood from. This time it used the tip of one claw, gently dripping a few drops on the base of the reeds. Not too much. The soil absorbed it and something seemed to loosen... good!

((1 - good result on blood yay))

Clyde had been a shocked by how, just one single day, the chubby looking scareons could turn to nothing but skeletal remains (how are they still alive?). He had to keep himself from looking at them as he went to retrieve his pot. The fact that a tiny seed would turn into an almost skeleton like form and now to this reed was puzzling, but to it might take forever to explain how this process was possible. Taking the reed with him towards the side, he attempted to follow the instructions on how to harvest the plant. Clyde pricked his finger, once again for a drop of blood, on the edge of the plant.Thankfully, only two landed in the pot.

Immediately after, Clyde started to move on towards the next step: Removing the reed.

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✰ VAITH'S CLASS
✰ ISLE OF FAMINE
✰ WEEK ONE :: DAY FIVE
✰ STAGE ONE :: DESTRUCTIVE
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When Vaith pricked himself, he closed his eyes and winced. getting ready. Getting ready for the explo~~~sion. He didn't want the stone to backfire on him and send him flying. AHHHH---

--- it didn't explode.

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Vaith:

• PREVIOUS SCORE: 4
  
• PRESENT SCORE: ??

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