( getian had met a young woman in the Timekeeper’s suitcase, an arcanist who tended to wear extravagant outfits and even more grandiose hats. her specialty, he had found out, was alchemy. this was an arcane art he had been aware of even in his own time, but the potions and poisons she was able to concoct on the fly engineered a broader array of wild results than he would have previously thought possible. it was fascinating to watch her work, and even more fascinating to watch the effects that her experiments had on those she asked to try them. getian himself had never been brave enough to approach and help; he had typically watched from afar, curiosity brimming but his timid nature holding him back.
in general, however, sotheby’s alchemic experiments had tended to have a more… whimsical, kinder-hearted intention—nothing like what aak flashbangs onto the floor to begin to clear away the pestering crowd of paparazzi. with the immediate effect that it has, he might as well have been an inspector clearing out a nest of marauding insects. they quickly begin to disband and scatter one the foul miasma begins to fill their sinuses and choke up in their throats; the only trouble is, the same thing begins to happen to getian. the huddled mound of feathers begins to quake more violently, though this time with coughing rather than shuddering.
he hears the sound of hurried footsteps, hacking, coughing, wheezing, gagging, and sneezing all around. and then, after a short time of this, all is quiet. getian occasionally coughs himself, eyes watering, though he also slowly lowers the barrier of his wings to look to see just who had unleashed this “attack.”
truthfully, he has never seen someone like the young man. getian was of course personally familiar with his people, and he had met many humans and arcanists since leaving his mountain. many appeared human but were more than what they appeared—like jiu niangzi, whose blood was mixed with that of a lushu, a xiangrui—and more still had unique appearances that could not be accounted for by human logic. getian himself would be considered one such creature. so he is not necessarily shocked to see a Feline such as aak, but it is certainly a novel experience.
his eyes, mismatched dark and pale, move from the young man’s cat-like face to the motion of his hand. getian doesn’t even move his wings from where he holds them at his side; instead, his brow furrows, and the cloth freezes in mid-air. it is not impossible to cast arcane skills without his wand, but it is harder. he is deep in concentration as he maneuvers the cloth to his face, molding it there just as aak had done his own. )
…Thank you. ( his tone and the mingling tension and wariness in his eyes shows that his gratitude is not so pure or simple, though. ) Though, this alchemy of yours is foul.
( he stands up a little straighter and stretches out his wings, beginning to flap them up and down—just to generate enough movement in the air to push the gas away from where they stand. )
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in general, however, sotheby’s alchemic experiments had tended to have a more… whimsical, kinder-hearted intention—nothing like what aak flashbangs onto the floor to begin to clear away the pestering crowd of paparazzi. with the immediate effect that it has, he might as well have been an inspector clearing out a nest of marauding insects. they quickly begin to disband and scatter one the foul miasma begins to fill their sinuses and choke up in their throats; the only trouble is, the same thing begins to happen to getian. the huddled mound of feathers begins to quake more violently, though this time with coughing rather than shuddering.
he hears the sound of hurried footsteps, hacking, coughing, wheezing, gagging, and sneezing all around. and then, after a short time of this, all is quiet. getian occasionally coughs himself, eyes watering, though he also slowly lowers the barrier of his wings to look to see just who had unleashed this “attack.”
truthfully, he has never seen someone like the young man. getian was of course personally familiar with his people, and he had met many humans and arcanists since leaving his mountain. many appeared human but were more than what they appeared—like jiu niangzi, whose blood was mixed with that of a lushu, a xiangrui—and more still had unique appearances that could not be accounted for by human logic. getian himself would be considered one such creature. so he is not necessarily shocked to see a Feline such as aak, but it is certainly a novel experience.
his eyes, mismatched dark and pale, move from the young man’s cat-like face to the motion of his hand. getian doesn’t even move his wings from where he holds them at his side; instead, his brow furrows, and the cloth freezes in mid-air. it is not impossible to cast arcane skills without his wand, but it is harder. he is deep in concentration as he maneuvers the cloth to his face, molding it there just as aak had done his own. )
…Thank you. ( his tone and the mingling tension and wariness in his eyes shows that his gratitude is not so pure or simple, though. ) Though, this alchemy of yours is foul.
( he stands up a little straighter and stretches out his wings, beginning to flap them up and down—just to generate enough movement in the air to push the gas away from where they stand. )