argentmarteau | Another Day, Another Abomination of Science

[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.]

[...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.

I had to put some work in.

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

You get first go.

[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.

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.]

...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.]

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.]

...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.

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

[Taking a sip.]

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

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.]

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.

[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.

...Lemme see your hands.

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

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

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

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.]

...I needed to renew them and it, ah...sparked.

[She exhales sharply, because that hurts, but she doesn't flinch.]

...

[She is getting A Look.]

Guess we all have off days. I'm done. Let's go.

Most people's off days don't destroy buildings.

[But she'll follow him, then.]

[Why's she following him? They're going to assess the damage in her labs. He's just there to punch hyperactive security.]

[Because she's shorter'n him, following kind of happens.

But lo down they go to find everything...

...gold and sparkly? It's like shit out of El Dorado.]

...The fuck?

...It's all gold?

[He tilts his head back some. Because seriously, the fuck?]

[She goes over to a wall to rub at it, apparently testing if it's just dust. Some of it does come off on her finger, but...she exhales pretty hard.]

...I don't believe it. It's actually turned to...

[She turns around to stare at the forge, which is pretty blackened and smokey and obviously severely damaged.]

I...guess I'll be able to pay for repairs...

More than that, if everything in here's been turned to gold.

[He'll stoop to pry a bottle off the floor, since, well. Gold now.]

What in the hell did you do, Maxwell?

...I don't think I did this.

[Tapping a finger to her lips.] I think whatever mixed into that smoke reacted when you blew all of it out. Turning things to gold requires an incredible amount of energy, that's why it's so difficult.

And yet most of your tower's now golden. I didn't put that much power behind it... I don't think.

[Suddenly there's a spot on the ceiling that's fascinating.]

I meant the original accident anyways.

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