SHAMELESSLY STEALING IDEAS FROM HEDGE

[twin-fans.livejournal.com]

Fleischheim. It's a bustling medieval metropolis, possibly a port or trade city of some kind, surrounded by massive walls. In the center is a fortress, the home of the ruling authority of the land. It's an old-tech place, one where people who claim to have magic are believed, for they may or may not be telling the truth, alchemists yearn to transmute lead into gold, and guards in chain mail and knights in plate keep the peace.

Your characters are now in this place, as visitors or citizens. If they're not human, they are now. If they're superhuman, then they're merely the stuff of legends here, be it through skills or amazing physical prowess.

Go.

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[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

Sorry, that was the Alchemist's Guild. Again.

[indigoblueberry.livejournal.com]

Indigo sighs at the rumble and pulls a bit of scrap parchment out from her pouches. "Another week's pay for the carpenters..." Really, they should stop building roofs for those silly men and their explosives.

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

"Stimulating the economy!"

Allen weaves as he rises from the soot, only moderately disoriented this time.

"You're welcome!"

And he falls over.

[proffesorcrisis.livejournal.com]

"Hah! Serves you right, you old farts!" Isaac yells out his window, and makes the fig (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hand_gesture#Fig_sign) at them. No, he's not bitter. Why would you say that?

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

"I'm 28!"

As a rule, he has better comebacks when he has eyebrows.

"How are those sour grapes sitting, friend?"

[proffesorcrisis.livejournal.com]

"Prince Lannister seemed to like them well enough!" He called back, holding up a pouch that jingled when shook.

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

"Oh no! Money! I'm soooo jealous!"

While no particular lord has seen fit to sponsor him directly (yet), as one of the alchemists with a more regular rate of success, Allen does well for himself, monetarily speaking - particularly combined with the income of his wife, a highly successful mercenary whose success is rumored to come from strength gifted by heathen gods from distant lands.

"Or is that your dried up ballsack, shriveled from the fumes of your misguided concoctions? How much more convenient for shaking in the faces of your foes, when it's dropped off like that!"

[proffesorcrisis.livejournal.com]

"Pfah! Have fun painting your eyebrows back on while I dine at the prince's next banquet!" OK now he's just bluffing. He has no idea if Prince Lannister is going to invite him.

[falseswordsgirl.livejournal.com]

"How many times did you check the portions for this experiment..?"

Yue coughed a few times as she looked over (what was left) of the notes for this experiment. She was attempting to gather enough to create a proper book of alchemy... but setbacks were common in this profession.

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

"Three. One too few, it has become clear to me."

Allen has many such epiphanies in this position.

"Can . . . can you help me out from under this rubble? My everything hurts."

[falseswordsgirl.livejournal.com]

"Yes... it seems so... Although," Yue quickly made notes of the portions, as she knew of a small town of miners that could use explosives such as this. The materials were not that hard to come by in the area.

The girl quickly did her best to move the rubble off of him, showing surprising strength for her size. "If this continues it might be better for the town if we work somewhere more isolated. Giving the carpenter's business is one thing, next time you might give the gravedigger more work."

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

"I can't die. My wife would kill me."

He stands, brushing dust and pieces of building from his robes.

"You are correct, of course. More care is needed in the future, and so more care shall be given. However!"

He beams cheerfully, as his disorientation from the force of the explosion wanes.

"We are close, Yue. So very close. I know it because of my learnings."

And he falls over again. Apparently that disorientation hadn't faded as much as he thought -

[falseswordsgirl.livejournal.com]

"Your wife might kill you if you keep injuring yourself right after blowing something up," Yue just looks down at him, grabbing her drink and sipping from it. "I'm pretty certain you've been told not to stand up so quickly after these things."

"We are getting closer though..." not sure what it is we're getting closer to, except making the carpenters rich. At none of my books were in the blast this time. She flipped through one of her journals, "Next time I'm sent off to exchange tomes with fellow scholars I'll see what their alchemists have been working on elsewhere."

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

"Ah yes! An intriguing variable - this 'not standing up so fast -' I will remain horizontal for the purposes of adequate testing."

When he's less loopy, he will be glad of the same. Allen loves Yue's books, usually so much more relevant than the ones his dear wife brings back from her travels, bless her heart.

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

"You cannot possibly blame this one on me." Wyn informs Allen from the doorway, her expression somewhere between amusement and exasperation. (It might be funny, but she's the one who has to clean up the mess.)

"I keep telling you that aqua regia is dangerous, but no, no one listens to me."

[staturity]

Cassie ducked inside. "Everyone all right? This is how many explosions for the past week?"