Another Day, Another Abomination of Science

[argentmarteau]

[...Or perhaps not. Because for some reason, there's just smoke billowing out the tower.

We're sure there's a reasonable explanation for this.]

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[thefightisall]

[Right, then. This seems like time to come investigate why there is a ton of smoke coming out of his friend's tower!]

Wait here. If I'm not back in twenty, go back to usual place.

[And with a mighty stomp he's heading in.]

[argentmarteau]

[There are two things to note. One, everything smells of...lavender? Two, the smoke is multicolored and giggling.

A third thing is apparent when he gets to the actual forge--Eiriol is on the floor, apparently unconscious. Also, all the weapons are trying to throw water on the floor, but they've just grabbed bottles off her shelves and it's making it worse. Have you ever seen a spear try to make a fire brigade? YOU HAVE NOW.]

[thefightisall]

[Well, she's getting slung over his shoulder and dragged out of the building because clearly this shit isn't healthy for anyone to breathe.

He'll also be heading back up, to his men.]

...Well? What're you waiting for? Grab a bucket and get that shit put out! NOW!

[And they hop to.]

[argentmarteau]

[We're sure they'll have fun with the snickering of the smoke.

She is breathing, but it's pretty shallow. Once outside, she stirrs, but isn't moving very quickly or well.]

...Hnn..?

[thefightisall]

[He's setting her down, and reaching to touch her neck, to check on her pulse.]

Take it easy. My men are putting out the fire in your lab. Your weapons were trying, but it wasn't working so well.

[argentmarteau]

[It's pretty faint and hard to find, but it's there. She cracks an eye open to look at him, and sighs.]

...Blue bottle, behind the books. Third shelf, fifth from the left. They'll...want to drink some too.

[thefightisall]

They need to get the fire out first, then we'll worry about it.

[He'll pull a flask out of his coat.]

Here, drink up. It's just water, but still.

[argentmarteau]

[She tries, but she ends up coughing a good portion of it back up, and groans.]

...Did you know cinnamon can explode if there's enough in the air?

[thefightisall]

...You know that shit's poisonous, right?

[When she coughs it up, he sighs and, with a surprisingly gentle grasp, he'll help her sit up more.]

One sec, I gotta save my men.

[argentmarteau]

That's why I said blue bottle, that's a panacea.

[She'll manage now, and sort of waves him off.] G'wan. Don't get yourself killed.

[thefightisall]

[Well, if you ever wanted to see how much power he could through around, a hurricane wind just blew through the tower for a second, and a few minutes later a bunch of sickened minions will be coming out, followed by Hadrian, with the bottle in one hand and one of his men slung over her shoulder.]

[argentmarteau]

[...Oh my. She watches, and waits, and then opens a couple portals and a some glass animals skitter out onto the ground.]

That was fast.

[thefightisall]

I had to put some work in.

[Tossing her the bottle, then, with a bit of a shrug.]

You get first go.

[argentmarteau]

[She takes a swig obediently, then stands up, significantly less wobbly, and walks around to administer some to his passed out goon, there.

Given how he shuddered, it probably didn't taste even a little good.]

A sip will be enough unless they're already dying.

[thefightisall]

You heard her! Line up, make sure the man to your left and right gets some, and don't fucking drop it!

[He'll set the passed out mook down, then, and cross his arms while he waits.]

[argentmarteau]

...Have you considered being a drill sergeant, if this punching the world into submission thing doesn't pan out?

[She's going to sit back down, then.]

[thefightisall]

Tch. Say things like that and I won't rescue you again.

[He looks back to them.]

Done already? Then give me that back and go back to the hangout.

[Well now he's got the bottle.]

[argentmarteau]

...I wasn't making fun of you, Hadrian.

[She doesn't appear to have noticed she used his first name on accident, and shrugs.]

Take some of that yourself. If they were throwing stuff on the fire, I have no way of knowing what that smoke had become.

[thefightisall]

Well, it was sparkling, a little rainbow, and giggling furiously at everything, so...

[Taking a sip.]

Augh... that's an antidote, allright.

[argentmarteau]

I've tried sweetening it, but it stops working.

[Siiigh.] ...That's most of my philters, then. Hopefully the forge itself isn't too badly damaged, or I'll have to start over completely.

[She's remarkably calm about that, isn't she.]

[thefightisall]

Well, at least if everything's destroyed, you've got one less thing keeping you here after graduation?

[He stretches out some, then offers her a hand.]

Come on, I'll help you.

[argentmarteau]

[She stares at it a while, and then down to her own hands, which she's clenched so hard it's bleeding.]

...I...

[Give her a moment, before she manages to take his hand.] I can't argue with that, but...there were things I would have rather not destroyed in a careless, rookie mistake.

[thefightisall]

...Lemme see your hands.

[He's not taking no for an answer, either.]

[argentmarteau]

[She hesitates for a while, before holding them out.

Her wards are clearly active, so be careful there.]

[thefightisall]

Tch. The hell did you do to yourself?

[Well, he's pulling a rather large handkerchief out of his coat pockets and bandaging her hands, after he tears it in half.]