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 Posted: Thu Jan 18, 2024 5:51 pm
The glass frames which surrounded his little safe space inside the greenhouse let him observe the plants growing within the wings of the greenhouse. The plants, dozens upon dozens of them, grew and reached for the ceilings and the myriad of lights which hung from that ceiling. Some lights were situated as high up as could be, fixed to the structure oitself, while others hung on metal chains, each light making things easier to see inthe darkness which surrounded the greenhouse. The place was large, as it needed to be, and inside of it moved a rather petite figure dressed in dark colors. The cape he had was draped over a chair while his coat was laying a part of the glass desk he had in the center of his personal work space. He had all manner of equipment in the room so he could work on things, especially the side project he had.
He was working on things, making progress, and he was growing the number of plants which he posessed and would soon fil lthe city above with. A glance out to the plants, an admiring look, before the blond was moving back to what he was working on. He had to figure out just what amoutn of caffine was in the products he'd been working on, to see if the baking process has lessened the amount of caffine or if it remained the same. He needed a way to make someething, for otehrs to consume, with a high concentration of caffine but also keep it safe. He couldn't go dropping officers dead...he didn't wan tto do like Panera Breads had done with their caffine loaded drinks.
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2024 5:56 pm
The sound of claws on stone echoed through the greenhouse. Tap-tap, tap-tap as a quadrupedal cat, not terribly unlike a panther, padded into the area. Its tail split near the end, where barbs punctuated the appendages, and other barbs extruded from the backs of its legs. Largely, however, it looked no different from a normal panther but from its size, until viewed from the front. If one looked at its face, it would find the lower jaw gone with nothing but a profusion of teeth in its place. Saliva — or some kind of venom — dripped steadily from the hole where its gullet should have been.
A burning crown floated just slightly above its head, in between its tufted ears.
"Benitoite," it greeted in a voice that had a margin of echo. The voice seemed to exude from the creature with no obvious source. "You've been busy." The youma cat then sat on its haunches, its split tail coiling around padded feet.
In truth, anyone who had watched a feline recently would recognize a sort of newborn clumsiness in the way the creature moved — an inexplicable inexperience with its own body, the likes of which was unheard of in youma. To any knowledgeable agent, even the recently turned came with an innate sense of how to operate their own bodies, strange as they may have been had they retained their humanity.
"Give me the status on your undertaking."sleet tempest snape so sorry about the wait! pharm school killin me over here Kindled Crown ;;Description ;; A cobbled-together collection of shrapnel and metal shavings in the shape of a circular crown. Pieces of it are everburning. Benefit ;; Faustite can put the crown on a youma of his choice, and infuse that youma with his consciousness/will. He can act through that youma as long as it wears the crown. While the crown is in use, Faustite will appear inert and nonresponsive, as if he stared off very deeply into space. Attempts to rouse him will not work until the youma comes back to him. Because the crown requires so much concentration for him to use, Faustite cannot use it during combat. If the controlled youma is dusted or the crown gets knocked off the youma, the result is very jarring – Faustite wakes with a start, as if someone just put his starseed back in his chest after like a week. He has to go fetch his crown, which sucks, but he has an innate sense for where it is. *Player-owned youma (PC and personal youma) cannot be controlled without OOC permission. Greater youma cannot be controlled.
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