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  1. #11
    Sweet Cinnamoth

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    Fennik Glenwey
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    Looks eight. He's definitely older.
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    Useless human. It jabbered meaninglessly in its tongue at her, and did nothing else.

    Daugi huffed impatiently, filling the air with the scent of raw meat. Fine. If that was how it was, then she would simply sit here and revive Fenn herself. Her unconscious child was gingerly nudged with her snout as she flopped over beside him — not in the puke. He was breathing, but did not rouse at her touch.

    Well then. The next best thing to do was to lick him awake. That usually worked. It was best to keep one’s tongue in motion as much as possible. Else, there was the risk of it freezing.

    ~~~

    “Pigwidgeon, I thought you said you were going to get rid of the fleas.”

    This was a dream. Fenn could tell, because he was currently sitting in a grassy field under a swirling starry sky with a blue-scaled double-serpented-headed woman. This was how a disconcerting amount of his dreams went, really. Chancellor Banrion seemed a bit put-out for some reason. Her arms were folded over each other in a disapproving manner, clawed hands fidgeting with the ends of her red sleeves irritably. She

    Fenn scratched his head, struggling to think. <Uhhhhhmmm, no. Fleas? Not yet. Was going to though. I think?>

    “Your physical body is currently passed out, drooling and shuddering, on a rather ugly patch of carpeting.”

    Oh. Was it? He shrugged, shooting her a befuddled grin. <Don’t remember what was happening after I ate the candy. It was really good candy. Wonder if I could make my own candy out of honey?>

    “Fennik, you nearly overdosed on an inexplicable foreign agent — an incident that could have been fatal.”

    <Overdosed on deliciousness.>

    “Are you actually paying me heed? It is taking a certain restraint to not refer to you as a tiny idiot.” She uttered a twofold sigh and tossed her manes indignantly. “By my own damn divinity… Pigwidgeon, I enjoy your company, I must forcibly rouse you now. Do treat the red-haired human gentleman with a modicum of respect. For one thing, he just courteously attempted to save you from your own stupidity. For another…” Her eyes flashed with worry. “You were too… confused to notice it when awake, but skimming through your most recent memories, I feel that this man shines warm with the brightness of magic. Please do not provoke him.”

    <I think he tried to steal my candy,> Fenn mentally muttered, only half listening.

    Banrion stared at him a moment, crimson eyes narrowed down to disbelieving slits. Both heads made frustrated noises in the back of their throats. “Rouse, my dense child. Please do go fix your damn mess.

    ~~~

    “Wrrruf.”

    An insistent tongue oozed over Fenn’s forehead. Bluh! The boy squeaked and pushed away the sloppy licker, his eyes open and (not quite) alert. Dumb Daugi. How did she get in any- ooh, that door did not look good.

    He patted the wolf on the muzzle, then yelped and drew back as a pair of fleas leaped off out of nowhere. From a little off to the side, the potion-maker sat, seemingly scared stiff as a statue. Likely, it was Daugi’s fault. Fenn wasn’t too surprised to see her inside the shop, but it was a shame, really. Hopefully nekojin were not as susceptible to fleas as direwolves.

    Nevin cleared his throat and glanced warily between the two. “Ah, are you doing better now?”

    A woozy thumbs-up was wobbled in reply. Fenn’s mind was still rather mixed up, and his forehead pounded. There were flashes of color darting through the air, but he was increasingly aware that those were Not A Normal, and that maybe he should ignore them. The dream with Banrion was starting to sink in. He could remember bits and pieces of that — and his general out-of-it idiocy — but little of what had happened before.

    Fenn tapped a patch of frost out on the stone floor. His writing was… somewhat sloppier than normal. DOG FRIEND NO BITE UNLESS I ASK. COLORS GOING GONE? YOU FIX? TO THANK YOU, WAS TOLD. ALSO YOU WARM. MADE OF MAGIC? Even with that written out, there was a lot more he wanted to ask about. Like, would they still get their flea medicine, or were they banned now?
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  2. #12
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    The alchemist slumped a bit in relief at the fact that the child seemed to have come through his rather unwelcome exposure to intoxicants in one piece. The direwolf had been glaring at him steadily while waiting for the boy to wake up, and Nevin wasn't keep on his chances against the beast if the boy hadn't made it. It would have been.... Difficult, and probably ended in two humanoid corpses in the shop. But that didn't matter - Fenn had survived, and was currently sitting up groggily, shaking off the vestiges of the drug in his system.

    The sloppily scrawled message in frost on his floor made one red eyebrow rise to his hairline. The colors going gone? So the numbing agent had been acting as what, a hallucinogenic? That was a fascinating variation in biology, as for humans - and cat-folk - it simply acted as a mild topical analgesic. Did that mean that things that would normally act as hallucinogenic drugs had an entirely different effect on the Snow Fae? Would more powerful analgesics have more pronounced effects similar to this at... lower quantities than what the boy had consumed? Or was this merely a quirk of the specific numbing agent that he used in his candies - a practice he would definitely need to cease, even if it disappointed some of the children. Maybe a separate line, regular candy and the mouth-numbing ones.

    OH. Wait. He had been told to thank the Alchemist? Nevin's eyes flicked to the direwolf, which had not even huffed in his direction since the boy had woken up - no, not the hound. So then, who had told him that? Had someone spoken to Fenn while he was passed out from the overdose? That would mean dreamwalking of some kind. Was that a trait of Snow Fae or Fae in general? Before he could ask that he finished reading the last question, and felt a rod of tension slip into his muscles.

    "Yes. I am an Alchemist after all,
    magic is required in some of the more advanced things I do."
    Well it would be when he could figure out where to get a book on the transmutative arts. But the boy didn't need to know that. Nor did he need to know what exactly Nevin's magic was centered on - too many people already knew, even if Fenn, like Stare, wasn't actually a resident of Stonevale.

  3. #13
    Sweet Cinnamoth

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    Enchanting advanced potions? Yeah, that made sense.

    Now that her tiny friend seemed okay, Daugi settled down and started itching her side rather determinedly as Fenn patted her and thought about their current situation. It didn’t look as if the alchemist was on the verge of throwing them out. Maybe he couldn’t throw them out. You know. Because direwolf. The realization that he could possibly exploit this tamed-a-spooky-direwolf situation to get free stuff out of shopkeepers flickered in his mind. Flickered, then sputtered out. Fenn was a thief through and through, but he wasn’t mean. Usually.

    SORRY FOR FLEAS INSIDE, AND PUKE, the boy scrawled sheepishly. Even if he was sorry, he was bot particularly planning on cleaning it up himself. FLEA FIX NEED STILL? PAY FOR IT AND CANDY WITH WHAT HAVE? NO IRON IN FIX, ALSO? BURNS. THOUGHT TO MENTION.

    After whatever-the-hell had been in that candy, Fenn figured it was better not to take chances with this stuff. He was still kind of wobbly and woozy. Maybe some real food would make him feel better — he resolved to snatch something fresh from the nearest bakery as soon as his business here was concluded, and maybe grab a few wallets along the way. That was, if Daugi didn’t scare everyone away first…

    This was why she normally waited outside towns.

  4. #14
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    Nevin blinked, looking to the massive canine that was determinedly scratching its side with one massive paw. If it wasn't for the size and the hellish face, it would look just like a large shaggy dog that was beset by the pests. He rubbed his forehead - he'd need to use a powerful insecticide to kill off the fleas on the shop. That thought made him raise his eyebrows.

    "Child, your... companion, it listens to you? Fully? If you were to say, tell it it couldn't clean itself for several hours, until it was rinsed thoroughly in a stream, would it listen?" It was an idea, a strange one that normally could never be considered. The insecticide that Nevin was planning to use to clean his shop would need to sit for several hours at the least to be effective, and then be completely washed away with fresh water. It was a fairly toxic substance so not licking any up would be crucial. While not a problem for the man to use to clean his shop, he could after all just let it sit overnight, it would normally be impossible to use on a dog because they wouldn't be able to help themselves.

    But this direwolf seemed to obey the boy in front of him with a surprising degree of intelligence. If that held true, the insecticide would solve the problem of the temperature change as well - the substance was only subject to change at extremely high temperatures, and could actually be frozen without a concern.

  5. #15
    Sweet Cinnamoth

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    Fennik Glenwey
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    Did Daugi listen? Fully?

    Hahahahahahahahahahaha...

    It depended. The fluffy lump usually did as he asked of her, but there were times when she could be stubborn and defiant. Big beast had a mind of her own. Her tail thwumped contentedly against the floor as Fenn shrugged and scrawled on the floor. SHE LISTEN IF FEEL LIKE IT. NOT HUNGRY OR ANGRY NOW SO VERY LIKELY. IF ASK HER TO NOT LICK, WILL UNDERSTAND. CONFUSED, BUT DO. AM TALK TO HER WITH HANDS. That was probably obvious though -- wolves don’t typically read.

    A soundless giggle shook the boy’s shoulders, and he scratched at the grey bites on his arm. The hallucinogen still lingered a little in his system. The half-sleeping wolf stirred as Fenn gave her a pat on the head. Clean bugs with poison. No give self lick, he signed for her.

    “Wuff?” She tilted her head curiously at her tiny charge, processing his suggestion. A yawn stretched across her monstrous face, and she whuffled agreeably. “Auf.”

    Fenn beamed and gave Nevin an approving sideways glance. Fix the little bugs with poison, then wash it off; and then, the Fae would need something for the itchy scritchy bug bites.

  6. #16
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    Well. That made things a fair bit easier, to say the least. He took a deep breath, and swatted as a flea tried to jump onto him. The dog not trying to lick itself with the insecticide on was good - it solved the multiple baths problem, and the time constraints involved. This still left the other half of the dog and the boy's problem - the bites already on them.

    Now that the direwolf was dozing and not staring at him with one hungry eye, Nevin stood up and moved back to his notebook. When Fenn had begun his... trip, he had been close to finalizing something. It was actually the realization that the insecticide wouldn't be affected by the cold that had finished the idea off in the alchemist's head, and he thought it might work well. It would actually make use of the boy's inherent cold, a tonic that would be spread across the skin to freeze in place. He had to switch the analgesic agent out though - he couldn't risk the boy somehow getting a contact high from a numbing agent, even if it wasn't the same one that had sent him on his trip earlier.

    Nevin came back out from behind the counter with a rag which he dropped on top of the golden-brown mess near Fenn, then disappeared into the back, shutting the door before the boy had time to see what was through it. He actually had some of the insecticide brewed already, the forests were a favored hang out of the annoying pests, but the other tonic would take a few minutes to put together. Thankfully because it was going to use the cold to do the majority of the work, it wouldn't take too long.

    Within fifteen minutes Nevin was back at the counter, a bottle with a cheerily drawn skull and crossbones with red hair on the skull, and a clay jug with a watery paste inside.

    "These should do the trick for you,
    Fenn. The skull bottle is the insecticide. Rub this all over the direwolf, and let it sit for a few hours. You have to make absolutely sure she doesn't eat any, or she will get very sick, even sicker than you just were. This is very serious, OK?"
    He stared for a long minute at the mute boy before continuing. "This other bottle is a paste you will rub onto both yourself and your hound whenever one of you starts to itch at a bug bite. It should react with your cold to form into a paste that hardens and covers the spot, drawing out some of the stuff in the bites that makes them itch, and preventing you from scratching them. These are, luckily, cheaper than the other medicines would have been - the insecticide is a lot cheaper than the flea bath paste." Nevin wrote down the new amount and spun it around for the boy to look at. He had also added on a cost for some - but only some - of the candy, but not the syrup or the emetic.

  7. #17
    Sweet Cinnamoth

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    Patience was not Fenn’s most outstanding quality. In the fifteen minutes that Nevin was doing his thing, took some self control for the fae not to start sticking his nose in the dozen places it didn’t belong. Mostly, he scratched his itchy everything and tried ignoring the plethora of shiny pretty potions all around. Only one glittering lavender vial ended up in his bag. A new triumph for restraint!

    When the alchemist returned, Daugi stood up and stretched languidly. Fenn too leaped back to his feet and bounded over to the countertop. After his brief nap and spinny trip through the rainbow, he had regained most of his enthusiastic abandon back. His big eyes were round with eagerness as Nevin explained the new medicines and handed over the new price. Fenn did not have any more money than he did before the colors made him all foggy.

    Thankfully, the price seemed to have inched down a few coins since he had last seen it. What a relief!

    The art on the one bottle was adorable. Fenn flicked the little redheaded skull, grinning at frost spattered over it. This was a really cute shop. Maybe he’d travel through Stonevale more often. Seeming somewhat more cheerful than before, he slipped the potions into his satchel and dug around for the wallet he had last stolen (and not yet emptied). Gleefully, he upended all the gold coins inside on the counter. KEEP CHANGE, the tiny fae instructed Nevin. One could afford to be loose with their change when they were soon to be well enough for sneaking around and purloining more purses for themselves.

    Before he left though, there were a few questions on his mind. It made his ears twitched with twisting worry. FLEAS WILL NOT INFECT WIFE AND DAUGHTER, RIGHT? NEKOJIN HAVE FUR. SORRY. LITTLE CONCERN.
    Last edited by FennWenn; 10-20-2017 at 09:27 AM.

  8. #18
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    The redhead counted out the coins - the boy had dumped nearly double what was needed. He was about to push it back, but the boy had already almost left the shop. The dire wolf was currently outside, staring back in through the broken door, and Nevin quietly slid the coins back, realizing he'd just use the money to pay for the repairs. Then he read the message the boy had scrawled in one lats patch of frost, and felt one red eyebrow twitch mightily.

    "As I said, Child. I do not have a wife or a child. I am currently single, and have been both single and celibate for several years. Now, go. Get washed, and kill off those bugs before they drive the two of you mad." He waves the two of them off, shoving the frustration at that blasted rumor down into a deep, dark corner of the back of his mind. He would have to find the old lady who had started it and set her straight.

    ~Fin? ~

  9. #19
    upon the cheek of night

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    Thread Title: In Which Fenn Bugs a Potion Maker
    Judgment Type: No Judgment
    Participants: FennWenn and Nevin

    FennWenn receives: 1056 EXP and 99 GP (+15 GP for Thieving Nature Ability)
    Nevin Receives: 792 EXP and 99 GP

    Congratulations!
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  10. #20
    upon the cheek of night

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    Nevin reaches level 3!!!

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