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Transmogrification
By Cybra
A/N: Based on two characters played by my friend Kai and me. That and a funny thing that happened right before an RP session.
Disclaimer: Guild Wars 2 belongs to ArenaNet.
Parts of a half-finished golem were laid out neatly on the main worktable. All around various machines—seemingly finished but marked with notes for tiny, seemingly-insignificant improvements—stood patiently waiting their turns to be put back under their creator’s tools to have flaws only he saw as unacceptable corrected.
However, the engineer, an Asura that was rather small even by his own race’s standards, currently stood by the alchemy table, grinding a bit of quartz into a fine powder with perhaps a bit more force than absolutely necessary.
“I should just leave you like that,” Keidd groused, narrowing his eyes to examine the powder before resuming the grinding of mortar and pestle, pausing only to add a little water. “Honestly, do you ever stop and think about what you’re going to do before you do it?”
There was a whine from just behind him. Lying on the floor was a rather miserable-looking snow leopard, his head down between his paws and looking quite contrite. The animal then lifted his head slightly to gauge his companion’s expression before setting it back down. He gave another whine, the sound coming out querying.
“I’m almost finished. Fortunately for you I had just enough ingredients on hand to get this done. If I mess up, I’m not going to go out and buy new ones. You can just wait until this wears off.”
The leopard thumped his tail against the stone floor, tilting his head to one side in a friendly expression.
“Don’t even try that. I’m quite cross with you.”
He looked into the mortar again, nodding his satisfaction that he’d ground it to perfection. He then added it to the rest of the brew already percolating, changing it from a pleasant honey color to a noxious green.
“Now we just let it steep for a few minutes and then you’ll have to drink every last drop.”
The snow leopard looked at the potion brewing and stuck his tongue out, ears flattening back and tail curling with disgust.
“Oh, now you’re going to be cautious about potions in my lab? Well, that would’ve been a good attitude to have before you drank that last one, now wouldn’t it?” Keidd spat, glaring at the large cat. “Honestly, Leon, what did you expect from a bottle marked ‘Snow Leopard’?!”
Leon lowered his head sheepishly at the Asura’s waspish tone. Keidd was a perfectionist and was rather snippy when he was pulled out of a project halfway just as Leon had done when he drank what he’d thought was some sort of flavored drink. In his defense, the drinking establishments around the Priory’s headquarters had started giving bizarre names to such beverages, usually named after animals to some extent.
Though, in hindsight, this was Keidd’s lab, and the Asura had everything clearly labeled to a fanatical level. (His friend even claimed to have nightmares about walking into his workspace and finding everything jumbled up and confused. Leon believed him.) It was highly unlikely that Keidd would’ve been storing drinks in here for one thing and that he would’ve named them so vaguely for another.
The Asura took the flask off the burner, swirling it around to make sure nothing settled at the bottom as it cooled. He then walked over to Leon. “As you’d say, ‘bottom’s up’.”
He started to pour the thick liquid into the snow leopard’s mouth, and Leon hurried to swallow every last bit of it as quickly as possible. Oh, it was truly foul, tasting like stagnant sewer water from beneath Lion’s Arch. His stomach soured and threatened to reject his latest offering.
However, within seconds of swallowing the last gulp, he felt the smooth stone beneath him with human fingers instead of feline paws. He got to his feet, clutching at his belly and groaning.
“I think I’m gonna be sick,” he moaned.
“If you’re going to vomit, I’d suggest you do so outside,” Keidd told him heartlessly, going to wash his alchemy equipment clean. “Otherwise, I’ll have to insist that you mop up the mess yourself. I’ve had enough cleaning up after you for one day.”
By Cybra
A/N: Based on two characters played by my friend Kai and me. That and a funny thing that happened right before an RP session.
Disclaimer: Guild Wars 2 belongs to ArenaNet.
Parts of a half-finished golem were laid out neatly on the main worktable. All around various machines—seemingly finished but marked with notes for tiny, seemingly-insignificant improvements—stood patiently waiting their turns to be put back under their creator’s tools to have flaws only he saw as unacceptable corrected.
However, the engineer, an Asura that was rather small even by his own race’s standards, currently stood by the alchemy table, grinding a bit of quartz into a fine powder with perhaps a bit more force than absolutely necessary.
“I should just leave you like that,” Keidd groused, narrowing his eyes to examine the powder before resuming the grinding of mortar and pestle, pausing only to add a little water. “Honestly, do you ever stop and think about what you’re going to do before you do it?”
There was a whine from just behind him. Lying on the floor was a rather miserable-looking snow leopard, his head down between his paws and looking quite contrite. The animal then lifted his head slightly to gauge his companion’s expression before setting it back down. He gave another whine, the sound coming out querying.
“I’m almost finished. Fortunately for you I had just enough ingredients on hand to get this done. If I mess up, I’m not going to go out and buy new ones. You can just wait until this wears off.”
The leopard thumped his tail against the stone floor, tilting his head to one side in a friendly expression.
“Don’t even try that. I’m quite cross with you.”
He looked into the mortar again, nodding his satisfaction that he’d ground it to perfection. He then added it to the rest of the brew already percolating, changing it from a pleasant honey color to a noxious green.
“Now we just let it steep for a few minutes and then you’ll have to drink every last drop.”
The snow leopard looked at the potion brewing and stuck his tongue out, ears flattening back and tail curling with disgust.
“Oh, now you’re going to be cautious about potions in my lab? Well, that would’ve been a good attitude to have before you drank that last one, now wouldn’t it?” Keidd spat, glaring at the large cat. “Honestly, Leon, what did you expect from a bottle marked ‘Snow Leopard’?!”
Leon lowered his head sheepishly at the Asura’s waspish tone. Keidd was a perfectionist and was rather snippy when he was pulled out of a project halfway just as Leon had done when he drank what he’d thought was some sort of flavored drink. In his defense, the drinking establishments around the Priory’s headquarters had started giving bizarre names to such beverages, usually named after animals to some extent.
Though, in hindsight, this was Keidd’s lab, and the Asura had everything clearly labeled to a fanatical level. (His friend even claimed to have nightmares about walking into his workspace and finding everything jumbled up and confused. Leon believed him.) It was highly unlikely that Keidd would’ve been storing drinks in here for one thing and that he would’ve named them so vaguely for another.
The Asura took the flask off the burner, swirling it around to make sure nothing settled at the bottom as it cooled. He then walked over to Leon. “As you’d say, ‘bottom’s up’.”
He started to pour the thick liquid into the snow leopard’s mouth, and Leon hurried to swallow every last bit of it as quickly as possible. Oh, it was truly foul, tasting like stagnant sewer water from beneath Lion’s Arch. His stomach soured and threatened to reject his latest offering.
However, within seconds of swallowing the last gulp, he felt the smooth stone beneath him with human fingers instead of feline paws. He got to his feet, clutching at his belly and groaning.
“I think I’m gonna be sick,” he moaned.
“If you’re going to vomit, I’d suggest you do so outside,” Keidd told him heartlessly, going to wash his alchemy equipment clean. “Otherwise, I’ll have to insist that you mop up the mess yourself. I’ve had enough cleaning up after you for one day.”
