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 Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 5:06 pm
QUESTLINE: A Modest Proposal A Famine alchemist suddenly stops you for a second. "Hey you, come here!"
You look around.
"Yeah you, here here." They suddenly press something into your hands why, they look like a bunch of flasks.
"Look, I need you to hand these flasks out to people, you know, so they can try out my works." That sounded potentially dangerous, just sort of. "I won't know if my works have succeeded unless I have results you know. Okay, how about this, you can take all these flasks for free, just don't forget to come back to me with the results from each flask when done." OOC - You will need to make a PRP thread either in this subforum (HORSEMEN EXPERIMENTERS ONLY) or in the main thread (for Amityville). If you make it in the main thread, simply label it as PRP, you can now invite students to try out these flasks, and rp the results. The status effects affect anyone trying out the flasks. - They will need to roll a 100-sided dice, which determines which status effect they get. Don't forget you have to record the results! Once five people have tried a flask, you can then wrap up this quest and post a conclusion/ give the results to the NPC. You complete this quest once you have done so. - Anyone who has had a flask can keep the status effect for 24 RP hours - 1-20: Whomever trying the flask doesn't notice much different... that is until they start growing mushrooms all over their arms, and then grass and then flowers and... wow... they look like a walking garden. - 21 - 40: Whomever trying the flask suddenly turns very very fluffy - holy crap they are an alpaca! Maybe you should just leave them be... (they are stuck as an alpaca, they cannot talk) - 41 - 60: Whomever is trying the flask suddenly feels very light - they are floating away. They have suddenly lost the ability to maintain gravity, unless they are being held by someone, they will simply drift off into the endless sky... until the status effect wears off. -61 - 80: Whomever trying the flask suddenly falls in love with (THE FIRST PERSON THEY SEE IN THAT THREAD), they can't figure out why, but there is just something so beautiful and enchanting about them, they have to be with them forever! - 81 - 100: Whomever tries the flask suddenly turns into a minipet (of their choice), they still seem to be able to talk though, I guess they are just stuck like that for a while... Sören glanced around as the alchemist motioned another horseman over, mentally noting him as one of Conquest. It was not a simple matter of switching from one day being part of one of four clans and the next being part of a whole, so he thought nothing of separating the other two from himself. This alchemist had already laden him down with quite a few flasks, his large hands trying to balance them without dropping as the Famine Horseman attempted to pawn off more of his concoctions on his newest victim. “You expect me to do all of this for you?” he muttered, glowering at the flasks. But really, what else did he have to do? “Fine.” He looked down at the other horseman, mulling over the strange potions that he was not entirely positive that he wanted to try. “I don’t know if you’ve been to the school but the students can be useful when they listen. We can probably get a few to try these.” No introductions were offered, he just briskly got to the point, not even positive if the Conquest horseman was even accepting the task.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 5:13 pm
There was still a lot of work to do. In fact, that was a bit of an understatement. As he was waved down along with a Death horseman, Tseng tilted his head as the alchemist requested that they go test out these concoctions.
"Uh sure! You can count on me. It will not be a problem," he smiled while taking a number of the flasks. What were these supposed to do? Well, he supposed that didn't matter all too much. He gave one a whiff, not really sure what to make of the scent. Hm.
"The students? AH! But of course. There's plenty of them around! It should not be too hard to wrangle some for our cause indeed," he nodded while starting to make his way towards Amity.
"Oh! Lee Tseng at your service. You may just call me Tseng," he said while bowing down deeply to his new acquaintance.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 5:23 pm
"One student helped me find supplies earlier," he explained, and mentally he was already thinking of the work that she had done for him. If all of the students in Amityville listened that easily this would be a simple task. They were already on their way before the Tseng introduced himself. Sören made no move to return the bow, he was not a priestess after all. "I'm Sören." There really was not much else to say other than that so he lengthened his stride a bit, simply walking quickly in order to complete the task as fast as possible.
When they arrived he immediately began looking for victims students. His first mark stood out on his radar and he called out to him, voice booming as he raised it. "You there. Boil. Come try this potion out." He held out a flask, waiting for the rather tall figure to approach before a thought crossed his mind and he looked for Tseng. "Do you have anything on you to record these experiments?"
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 4:03 pm
"Oh? I have not met any of these students yet. But it's good to hear they seem to be the helpful sort!" he grinned. Tseng happily moved along with Soren as they came upon the school. It didn't take too long before they spotted the first person in the area. At the mention of writing things, he nodded and fumbled around his person. Oh wait. He didn't have a quill. Yuzhi usually had one on her, but he didn't really carry them usually. "Ah! I do not. But... let's just try and remember best what the results are," he smiled before turning towards the student. "Come! Have a drink! Come experience the wondrous effects of these potions!" he boasted. Quite frankly, he didn't have any idea what these did. They couldn't be harmful though, right?
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Wandered rolled 1 100-sided dice:
76
Total: 76 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 4:39 pm
"You there. Boil. Come try this potion out."
An ear flicked idly at the proclamation of attention, and after a moment, it dawned on Jack that he was being requested - Cat, Jack, You stupid cat - those were things he was used to, but 'boil' seemed kind of different. Almost new. Turning his head to look at the two horsemen, his tail twitching side to side, eyebrows high in curiousity. It couldn't hurt, right? he thought to himself as he shifted his body and started walking towards them, hands in his pockets, heels clicking softly as usual.
"Potions, hm?" He purred, looking between the horsemen, before turning to the serum, eyebrows cocking. "I mean it won't kill me, as far as I am concerned." He offered up, before taking out his hand to grab the flask from the much larger death clansman, his eyes smiling up to him. "Just, if anything serious happens, tell my friends I loved them." He joked, leaning back on his heels before taking a swig of the potion, the soft liquid slithering down his throat, he pulled the flask back, looking at it softly, his head turning a little left and right, as if expecting something to happen immediately, tail still flicking softly behind him as he waited.
"Hmm."
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 6:35 pm
"Yes, we'll record our findings when we return if an oral report won't suffice." Tseng made sense at least, and with the way he called over the boil he was certainly pulling his weight. He was not used to working with others on that many things, not since his promotion from being a soldier, but it was not necessarily a bad thing. At least the boil was approaching.
"It probably won't harm you too much," he reassured him. Or at least attempted to. But now another student was passing and he needed to catcall again. "Boil, come drink this," he called as he glanced down at the flask in his hand. Suddenly a phrase he remembered hearing somewhere. "It'll uh...put hair on your chest!" the newer boil seemed to have plenty of hair so it was probably a good call.
Then he turned and quietly spoke to Tseng. "Have you noticed any effects yet?"
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 6:43 pm
Was it something to add hair? Hm. Well it'd be interesting to see in the very least. After the student had downed the flask, Tseng watched eagerly to see if anything was going on.
"Hmm.. Nope. Maybe the potions don't do anything after all?" he commented while watching the boy. He wasn't seeing anything notably different.
"Well? How do you feel?" he asked. If anything, the kid should know this more so than they.
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 1 100-sided dice:
100
Total: 100 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 6:45 pm
His nose lead him to the location, and the wolfos wondered why he'd followed the scent in the first place. Stange and unknown he wanted to know the source, but when he found the source, he wasn't exactly happy. He was ready to turn tail when he noticed Jack taking part in whatever it was they were doing, "Jack, what are you-" "Boil, come drink this," A step back wary, King snorted. "It'll uh...put hair on your chest!" Another snort. "I'd prefer fur but-" Picking up the glass he sniffed at it. Not a bad scent but..strange, unknown. "A favor taken is a favor given I suppose." A swing and- the word got bigger. Or rather, King got smaller. A look down and he growled. What had they done to him? What- OH DIN'S TITS HE HAD BUTT WINGS.Looking up at the horsemen his snarled. "You shall owe me a great debt for this horseman."
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2012 5:48 pm
Siobhan was not so good at adventuring. She'd been on a stroll to the store, but on her way back, took a wrong turn. A few wrong turns. A lot of wrong turns. She was now in a place she had never been. What she witnessed made her gasp. This must be... a drug deal. Now, Siobhan was a good ghoul, and would never partake in such naughty hobbies. But what of this was the key to making friends? The ghoul shifted shakily, hiding herself in her mass of hair as to be inconspicuous. "Psssssssssssssssst~" She not so subtly waggled a finger at the boil in charge.
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2012 6:47 pm
Soren eyed the boil, watching to see if there would be any change in this one. The effect was almost immediate, and Soren couldn't help but lean over and stare curiously as the boil shrunk and morphed. "Well, it did put hair on your chest," he mused. "As for owing you a debt I gave you a potion to drink, I should think we are even."Not at all worried about the tiny creature he turned to look at Tseng. "The one in this bottle either turns them into a minipet or forces them into the form of their mount." Because really, a butterfly butt wolf? That seemed like a fairly legitimate mount. Out of the corner of his eye he saw what appeared to be an overly large tribble with arms beckoning to him. Disturbed he reached for a new potion, all but thrusting it into the hand of whatever it was without waiting to hear what the hairball had to say. "Drink this. If the other put hair on his chest maybe this one will take it off your's."Nerp: I didn't quote you because Soren didn't owo
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Bittiface rolled 1 100-sided dice:
29
Total: 29 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2012 6:50 pm
Hairy? "But I like my hair!" The banshee cried, taking the flask and bringing it inside her hair-fort she'd created. Still, she wanted to be a cool kid, and all these other kids looked like they were having lot's of fun!
Well, bottoms up!
Siobhan parted her hair to reveal she was not a hair monster, but just a banshee. She then swigged the whole flask. She looked down at her hands, which... became fluffy. "Oh...oh dear.." She did not want more hair! She had a lot already! But then it got worse. There was gurgling, writing and groaning, until finally...
Siobhan was an Alpaca.
OnO
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2012 7:08 pm
"Not really, actually." Jack stated, smacking his mouth a little as he attempted to under what flavour that the concoction had left in his mouth. It was kind of a sickeningly sweet taste - almost like an odd balm. It was strange. "At best, I feel a little funny - kind of . . . soft," He murmured after a few moments, hearing a familiar voice suddenly flow over the area.
Lifting his face, his eye caught sight of the white wolfos again - the one who was called "King". . . and it was like magic. Everything was rosy and pink, soft and just everything was right. Well no, this was very wrong. Shaking his head vigorously, he squinted at the the wolfos, the bubbling affection for the white canine pooling through him like a spring. It was a foreign feeling, making him feel a little awkward and shy about everything. It was warm, weird and he didn't like it.
"Damn it, I think I figured it out guys. I think I'm in like." He murmured quietly to the closer of the two horsemen, hoping he didn't look like a stupid schoolgirl, twiddling his fingers in his hair and whispering secrets between each other quite yet.
And then King was a Minipet.
"You poor dear." He started, snorting softly and tutting affectionately, he picked up the little wolfos . . . minipet, scooping him in to his hands. "You'll be fine, just let ole' Jack keep an eye on you - we don't want to find you hurt or something, while you're in such a fluffy little body." He hummed to him, holding hin close to his chest, petting the white fur idly.
Ugh, this was gross.
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2012 7:28 pm
More students had come on around! One turned into a minipet perhaps while the other turned into an alpaca. Interesting. The first student didn't seem to be effected all that much though Tseng was rather amused to his reaction towards the wolf boy.
"Oh! Well it seemed to move your hair all around!" he smiled cheerily at the banshee-now-alpaca, "Say... she kind of reminds me of one of your death kin, Soren!"
Might he be referring to Alke? Maybe.
"But isn't this great? It's a miraculous transformation potion! One sip and you become your inner spirit animal!"
Or something like that.
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2012 8:14 pm
Siobhan did not approve at all. Her 'inner animal' expressed her discomfort by headbutting Tseng.
She let out a pathetic and ear bleeding whine.
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2012 8:19 pm
The alpaca seemed to be very displeased. This was especially the case as it ended up headbutting him.
"Ah! Take it easy there! There's no need to strike out at us! You will be fine I am certain. Embrace your inner beast!" he said boldly while making dramatic motions to along with what he was saying.
"Go forth! Tackle the world in your new form! See with new eyes! And hear things you had not before! Tasted before! And such."
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