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[Q] A Potion, I Gues
There was a thing that didn’t agree with Amadeus, that just didn’t feel correct. Being in the shadows. Being out of the spotlight. It just wasn’t for him. And he was too long out of the spotlights for now. Way too long. He had band problems. He always had band problems. He always had problems, period. He wasn’t going to deny it: he was a jerk. It just was easier to treat people badly before they could do it to him. Way easier. So now, instead of fixing his problems or being a better person, he decided to go try his luck. Try for a potion from Chihiro. He needed a change and he wasn’t that desperate to change his personality. Too bad. So he walked to Chihiro, no time to lose. He didn’t knock at the door, not his style. He preferred to enter without being announced. He went to Chihiro’s desk, where she was too busy with her grimoire to notice Amadeus’ rudeness. “Ahem,” Amadeus tried, succeeding in getting attention. “Yes?” Chihiro asked, finally looking up from her spells. “I want a potion,” Amadeus said, no intention on elaborating, “Who doesn’t?” Chihiro said, attention back to her grimoire. “Fine, are you going to give me one or not?” Amadeus again all rudeness. “You get this page, gather ingredients, and do whatever it says, and I will turn it in a potion to you.” Chihiro handed the page to Amadeus, eyes not even glancing at him. “Thanks, I guess.” He picked the page. Disappointed with the lack of attention. Chihiro should be the one thanking him for gracing her with his presence, that was the truth. Outside of Chihiro’s station, Amadeus looked puzzled at his instructions. He needed some mushrooms, any but red ones. Easy enough, even for him. But the other ingredient was fur from a hairless cat. It sounded like a riddle to him. How would he even find a hairless cat, let alone one with fur! He cursed under his breath. He had half a mind to go back and complain to Chihiro. But decided to give it a try before going back. Fuel his rage a bit before the big complaint. He walked to the forest, complaining all the way. If there was one thing Amadeus like to do, it was complaining. He walked around, looking at the group. He didn’t like to get his paws dirty, but it seemed like there was no escaping from it. It didn’t take much to find some dirty brown mushrooms, under a tree. He gathered some, cursing under his breath. He hated so much to have to touch those kinds of things. Yikes. Still, he gathered as much as the recipe asked. Now he only needed the fur from a hairless cat. That was so dumb. He didn’t want even to have to track down a hairless cat, it was hairless how would it have fur! Still, he walked to the market, looking at each cat that passed. The most attention he had paid in years. At least for any people that weren’t a hot guy. Until he spotted a purple hairless cat. She carried a guitar on her back. And she had hair. Full head hair. A hairless cat with hair! Exactly what he needed! Finally some luck. Amadeus approached the cat, a big smile on his face. “Hello, gorgeous,” he tried, batting eyelashes. “Are you talking to me?” she looked with disgust to Amadeus, and her face almost screamed: please don’t talk to me. Just peachy. “Yeah, who else would it be?” Amadeus kept trying, smile a broad as possible. “Falena, no. I’m not into dudes, just stop.” Again her look was one of disgust. Not caring for Amadeus’ seduction. “Fine.” Amadeus sighed, defeated. “Look, I need to make a potion. I need a hair of a hairless cat. You are hairless and you have hair. Can you, like, give me some hair?” “That’s weird,” she stated, but looked convinced enough. “It’s Amadeus, right?” “Yeah, do we know each other?” Amadeus looked at her properly for the first time. She was in some band, he was sure of it. “I’m Portia, I’m part of the signing unicorn band, you know it, right?” Portia offered. “Oh, yeah, Fudge’s band, I remember.” Amadeus wanted to add how he didn’t actually enjoy the band, and how they were merely alright at it. They looked like a college band that played at their garage and nowhere else. But Amadeus shut up, wanting to get on Portia’s good side. “How much hair do you need? I don’t exactly have much to give.” “One strand would be enough.” Amadeus was again all smiles. Now things were looking well enough for him. “Fine, here you go,” Portia said, pulling out one strand of her hair. “Next time just ask, don’t do the creepy hitting on me thing.” “Will remember it, don’t worry.” Amadeus barely paid attention, too focused on his last ingredient. “Bye, I guess?” Portia tried, walking away. Amadeus didn’t reply, not caring so much to be nice. He walked back to his place, opening his door to the mess of his flat. It was small, but it was all his. So it was good enough. Well, not good enough, but what he could do for now. Good enough would be a palace, full of expensive furniture. That would be good enough. He looked in his kitchen for a knife, he needed to cut up all the mushrooms. Then he needed to mix it with the strand of hair, and probably say some weird word. Like abracadabra or something. It sounded so dumb. But now Amadeus was invested, so there he went, after a knife. He found one knife alright, kinda dull, kinda ugly. He wished he had pretty things, but money wasn’t that good. And he was always on the verge of breaking up with the band. Well, not really, he would never do it. The band was just amazing, but they sometimes got fed up with his attitude. It was fair, but still. He started to cut up the mushrooms. Thin slices, just like the recipe. He almost cut himself a couple of times. A memory came to him, something about dull knives being dangerous. But he ignored it and managed to finish the mushrooms without serious injuries. A win, finally. Amadeus put the thinly sliced mushrooms in a bowl. The only clean bowl in the house. That potion was better to be good. Be worth he had to do dishes. Ugh. He picked the single strand of hair from Portia and put it into the bowl. He looked at the page, it said to mash the mushroom with the hair while chanting “urso polar”. It sounded very dumb. But since he was there, why not do it? He mashed the mushrooms and hair, first slowly, lazily. Then with a quick pace, only wanting to be done already. “urso polar, urso polar, urso polar.” Something sparkled in the bowl. And, well, Amadeus guessed that it meant it had worked, probably. Well, it was as good as it would get. He stopped mashing the mushroom, looking at the ugly, brown goop. Disgusting. He was not going to gulp it down. No matter what. That was just awful and disgusting and he didn’t even like mushrooms. Ew. He walked back to Chihiro, carrying the ugly mushroom goop. The walk was quick, he didn’t want to think how this ‘potion’ would be after it had time to rot. He didn’t need such a smell on his memory. He, again, didn’t knock, entering the house without an invitation. Good thing he wasn’t a vampire. He went to Chihiro and dumped the bowl with the disgusting goop on Chihiro’s desk. She looked mildly startled by it. But analyzed the goop still. “Very interesting,” Chihiro offered. She now looked with interest to the goop. “If you taste it I’m going to gag,” Amadeus stated, face all disgust. “Don’t worry, I don’t intend to.” Chihiro waved dismissively. “It has very interesting properties, it’s all.” “Fine,” Amadeus said, waiting for Chihiro to finish analyzing the ‘potion’. He waited a bit more, and her interest didn’t seem to diminish. “Are you, uh going to give me a potion or what?” “You aren’t very patient, are you?” Chihiro asked, but still stopped looking at the disgusting goop. Ugh, Amadeus couldn’t even bear looking at it. Thinking of all the dirt the mushrooms were in. Disgusting, that what it was. “So, my potion?” Amadeus asked again, impatience growing more and more. “I kinda have more stuff to do, band practice and all. People waiting for me and all.” “Sure, let me find you something,” Chihiro offered, leaving to rummage through her potions. “You won’t give me a potion that will do something like turn me in a frog, right?” Amadeus started, not convinced by the silence that followed. “I know I would be a very handsome frog, but I really don’t have time for this kind of stuff.” “No, no frogs, don’t worry.” Chihiro rolled her eyes. “There you go.” “Thanks,” Amadeus muttered, leaving fast.
[Q] Garnet Goes Walking
WC: 1,527 words The sun was bright, the clouds lazily passed around. From time to time creating cool shadows. A perfect day to go out. For some, the day would be perfect for a picnic, or just to walk around enjoying the cool breeze. For Garnet, the day was perfect to get in some trouble. A day perfect to do some magic.But not her usual magic. No, that won’t do. She had right in her mind what kind of magic she wanted to do. Something from Chihiro, of course. The cat would give spell pages to anyone who asked and would even help you test your new potion. No guaranteed effects.It was the kind of magic Garnet enjoyed. Unpredictable results were always fun. So what else there was to do on such a beautiful day? With that in mind, Garnet lousily walked to the old cabin. Everyone knew where Chihiro lived, and it was very well frequented by all kinds of cats. That was part of the fun, to meet the other customers.Garnet knocked in the door, not waiting for a reply to open the door. She was polite to a point. Not a very high point. She entered the cabin and soon got distracted. So many potions on display! So many ingredients! She could spend her whole day there admiring such things. Some potions were so rare! Garnet had to reminder herself a promise she made to Rosalinda not so long ago: no more stealing.Oh, damned love! Making poor people give up on such fun pastimes. Well, nothing she could do. Garnet loved Rosalinda with all her heart. She would never dare to break a promise she made to her lover. No stealing. Not today, at least. At some point Garnet could find a loophole, she just needed time.Instead of stealing, Garnet focused on Chihiro, dear young Chiriro. “May I help you?” she asked, polite girl.“I was hoping you could lend me your grimoire, to make some magic,” Garnet said, still eyes all over the so very rare potions. They would look great on her house, wouldn’t they?“Sure thing, page 22.” Chihiro pointed out, focusing in write something.“Thank you,” Garnet offered, picking up a copy of the page. And just that, no rare potions for her. Not this time.There was something Garnet didn’t like so much. She didn’t like to follow recipes. That just wasn’t for her, she would rather have a general idea and improvise from there. It tended to work well enough for her. So she looked at the page with some distaste. Following recipes, following rules, nothing Garnet quite enjoyed.Except this page wasn’t so bad. It said almost nothing. It said she needed mushrooms, didn’t specify which. Not blue, that’s all. And then...rocks? That was a potion that wouldn’t taste that good. Not Garnet’s problem, she wouldn’t be tasting it. She refused to. The only potions she would accept were made to taste good. It’s a travesty to ask for such a high price just to test some potions. If the potions didn’t taste good they weren’t good enough for Garnet.So this potion wouldn’t be for her, that was for sure. Rocks, that was the second ingredient. The rocks couldn’t be gems and no blue ones. There was a note on the page: ‘Blue is such a bad color’. Well, fair enough. No blue ingredients this time.The next step was easy enough. Finding ingredients was never hard for Garnet. She would roam the forest gathering all kinds of things to her own potions and concoctions. Mushroom grew well in the forest, and she could bet there were some rocks as well around there. Rocks were quite common.She entered the forest. The cool air was a blessing with the hot day. Garnet had such a dense fur that she was always grateful for cool air. She thought about how she could just shave all her fur. She would never be hot again. Maybe she would be cool too easily, but wasn’t that worth it? She could wear some clothing to fix that.But Rosalinda wouldn’t be a huge fan of the change. She loved to snuggle with Garnet’s soft fur. And Garnet loved to have Rosalinda like that. She would never trade it for something easily avoided by some cool air. And the kids would laugh at her until they couldn’t breathe anymore. Damn kids with no respect. Who she was trying to lie to? The kids were perfect. Also, not kids at all, they were all grown up.Garnet’s eyes were quick to find some wood ears mushrooms. They quite liked the humidity of the forest. She took her time carving them out of the wood. She was used at the work, she even found fun to concentrate on a set of motions and let her mind focus only on that. On the motions she needed to do, on how the best way to take the mushroom without damaging them too much. She was lost in her work. That was always nice.With mushroom on her satchel, she went looking for rocks. She found a lot of rocks. All kinds and colors. Rocks. But none of them seemed correct. Not at all. They didn’t have the right feel. They were too round, too sharp, too dull, too glittering. Too red, too pink, too gray. None good enough.Until she saw something glimmer at the light, catching her attention. She went to investigate it, cleaning leaves on her way. Under all the dirt and sticks, she found a hematite rose. A precious rock. A pretty rock. The correct rock. And there was the last ingredient.She was ready to make that potion. She went to an isolated place in the woods. If anything were to go wrong, no one would be hurt. She liked to take this kind of precaution. She could never be so sure that things wouldn’t go south.She picked up her pot. It was wooden, the best kind for magic. Why? It just felt like that. Garnet learned to trust her intuition, so wooden it was. She put the rock at the center of the pot. A beautiful rose. She then started to slice the mushrooms. Small pieces. The page said nothing about how to prepare, just to mix them. So Garnet was having a great day of improvising. She loved improvising.Thin sliced, she only needed to place the mushrooms inside. She looked for a moment at the rose, focused on how the mushrooms would look in each position she thought. She decided then to just dump them inside the pot, where they feel it would be a good enough place. Sometimes randomness was the right choice.With everything set, she picked up a wooden spoon. If the recipe said mixing, why not? She started ‘mixing’ the best she could. That meant she only squished a bit the mushroom and made them travel around the pot. Magic could be weird sometimes, even for Garnet.“Now for the magic word,” she muttered, focusing on the page. She put a hand above the pot, and said with a serious tone: “Ursus ursus.”Nothing really seemed to happen for a moment or two. Then, as if magic, the hard ingredients became a soup. There were still pieces and bits of the ingredients on it, but it was mostly creamy. Magic sure was weird. Well, she wasn’t going to drink rocks and mushrooms soup, so Garnet gathered her belongings and went to Chihiro.She, again, knocked once on the door, not waiting for a reply to barge in. And, again, she had to stop and admire the beautiful rare potions. She could steal one and no one would notice. And, more than that, she could sell it for such good money. Like more flower tokens than what she would get in six months. But she resisted the temptation again. For Rosalinda, for dear beautiful Rosalinda. Why Garnet had to love her so much?“Chihiro,” Garnet called, approaching the magician’s desk. “I have some rock soup for you.”“Ah…thank...you…?” Chihiro tried, looking confused at Garnet.Garnet put the pot with the weird rock soup on the desk, knocking out some of Chiriro’s things. Garnet wasn’t exactly delicate. What that means, of course, was that Garnet didn’t care enough for other people’s stuff.“The page you gave me? Weird rock soup. That what is does, probably.” Garnet shrugged, looking with disgust to the potion. “I don’t know what it does. I’m not, like, tasting it. No, thanks.”“Ah, a very interesting potion,” Chihiro said. “I can give you some potion. Just let me find it.”Chihiro occupied herself with looking for where she stashed her potions. Again, Garnet was faced with the perfect opportunity to steal some potions. A grade 3 enchantment potion. Very rare, very easy to sell. Perfect opportunity. But again, she resisted. For Rosalinda. And Garnet decided it was very important to find a loophole on that promise. Too many good opportunities wasted.“Here you, go,” Chihiro said, handing the potion. “Good luck.”“Thanks,” Garnet said, to enjoy her new potion.