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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2012 17:05:51 GMT -5
"Sound the chime, golden time. Steal perfection in its prime. Take your place, poker face. Ready for the race. I will choose to refuse the illusion And shatter the nightmare~♪" Start Script sang as she was dusting off the shelves of her shop and restocking them with new potions and crystals.
As far as she knew at the moment no one was there to hear her singing, Then again who would? Her voice was a bit to deep to sound good while singing, and she would screech notes at times, she was dancing around as she sang to her self, seemed to be enjoying it as well.
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Post by Mortar Retort on Oct 1, 2012 3:09:58 GMT -5
The door to Star Script’s establishment swung open with a dinning crack as it smacked against the wall as a unicorn trotted in, who appeared quite worked up. His mane and tail were unkept and the fez adorning his head was frayed and dingy. He gave a quick glance around the shop, before his eyes narrowed at the shelf featuring an assortment of potions and immediately made a beeline for them. Nearly pushing aside the mare caught up in her stallonish singing. His ears folded when she screeched a note – it was rightfully terrible, but he wasn’t here to critique a pony’s ability to hit proper notes.
The moment Retort heard that there was another, new shop in Canterlot which was selling potions as well, he was livid. He never had to deal with competition like this before. There was always the Royal Academy of Science, the military, the government in general and their well respected alchemy programs but never another enterprising pony setting up shop just down the street from his own establishment. He had to know who was transgressing against his very livelihood, his very being. More importantly, were this new potion brewing pony’s potions safer and more effective than his. Even before he stepped a hoof into their store he was already streaming of precognitions of the amazing, super-fantastic brews this pony was just whipping up like they were going out of fashion. How could he ever keep up with such young fervor, he was desperate to know.
Retort begun to roughly rummage through the shelves of potions, pulling one and then another off the shelf with his telekinesis. He read through the labels of each potion, popping the stopper off on each and giving them a deep sniff. He glanced up, muttering possible ingredients to himself and contemplating the intricacies of the formulas. ”Notes of lavender? Hmph…” He jammed the stoppers back into their respective bottles and returned the potions to their shelves. As he turned to the mare in the room, his face was stoic and firm. ”You the proprietor of this establishment?”He curiously asked with a raise of his brow. ”Can you tell me more about your collection of alchemical wares?”
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Post by The Great and POWERFUL Trixie on Oct 1, 2012 9:23:21 GMT -5
The Great and Powerful Trixie, ever forward thinking, had nailed down the imperative of stocking up on some magic ingredients and whatnot. For the whole of her training, she had learned to use her own abilities with water added to great effect, but her recent investigation in the Canterlot library had revealed that certain powders and substances could enhance magical performance and even help in the mastering of new spells. So, she took a visit to the local alchemist's place. The quaint little shop had windows with crystals and plants and everything alchemis-try. Is that even a word? Well, it is now because Trixie says so.
Trixie snickered to herself as she pushed open the door with her magic. There were two other unicorns in the shop. One mare who looked to be the shopkeeper, and a colt with, is that a fez? Fezzes are cool. Anyway, he seemed to be a little anxious. She could tell by his facial expression and the way he was talking to the other pony. She decided to steer clear of their discussion and went to go examine some of the crystal shelves. She could have sworn she saw etherium on one of them when she looked in the window.
Trixie was more than content flipping through the various wares by herself, so she would wait patiently until the shopkeep was available for a spirited and educated conversation about da magiks of illusion.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2012 9:54:00 GMT -5
"Faking tame, pressure game. Win or lose it's all the same. Pay the fine, border line. Hapless to divine if there's any how many and when Will these games find an ender?---EEEPP!!!" Star Script had jumped about a horns length from the ground when the door smacked the wall, she didn't handle sudden noises well; no help from inheriting her fathers improved hearing.
She landed, almost falling on her face along with dropping the feather duster. Her ears dropped as she turned around to see the unicorn...Well, she had seen worse then this on a early morning. She was almost fell when he zipped past her. She watched him a bit closely rather unsure if this guy was really okay.
There where a few different types of potions in the shelf's, there was also a inset, dream catcher, and candle stand set up near. She had a wide range of gems an crystals to select from though, it was almost like a holistic store that pagans or fortune tellers would go to, when he spoke she perked up slightly. "Uh...Well yeah, Ummm sure, well it's mostly based on what I've learned from my mother and teacher...What do you want to know about them...?"
She replied, her voice much softer and quite then the horrid screeching that was before, she used her magic to push her glasses back up looking at him. She then spotted the blue mare come in, and spoke up slightly. "A-ah, I'll be with you in a moment Ma'am."
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Post by Mortar Retort on Oct 1, 2012 14:10:30 GMT -5
”Mhmm, mhmm.” The blue unicorn simply nodded as the proprietor spoke, ”Teacher, who was your teacher? What school did you attend? The Hermitic Order of the Brilliant Dawn? Academy of Natural Sciences? The Trottingway Institute?” He unflinching blasted off one school after next, to a point where it seemed he was randomly combining nouns and adjectives to create pseudo-sounding schools. ”Ah never mind...” He sighed crestfallen, ears laying flat against his mane.
Retort glanced up as another mare entered into the shop but gave her no other acknowledgement before readdressing the proprietor. ”Sorry for my erratic behavior, when I saw this shop I became a tad wroth – perhaps, intimidated even. You see I own the shop a few streets over. The Mane Ingredient. Familiar with it? It’s right next to Pony Joes, the shop with the dead lawn, scorch marks and warning signs.” He asked, making quick talking movements with his hoof. ”Never had competition before, it’s very unsettling, you see. But now I see you have a rather small collection of alchemical properties and wares - comparatively. And lovely novelties!“ Motioning to the dream catchers and candle stands. ”How much are the candles?” He then reached over and took a random potion for the shelf and held it before him. ”But what is your specialty, exactly? From the smell of this, hardly poisons and more ‘exotic’ brews. What exactly does this one do?” Holding the potion he had in his hoof for her to see better, ”Oh and one more question, what’s your toxicity rate with these. Don’t see a labeling system anywhere – or warnings… or dead ponies in the corner.”
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Post by The Great and POWERFUL Trixie on Oct 2, 2012 12:17:08 GMT -5
Trixie successfully held in a guffaw in response to that stallion's rapid fire diction. He was like a dictionary, many of those words and schools Trixie had never even heard of before. She did register that the shopkeep had indeed recognized Trixie enter and confirmed that she would be attended to... Probably later rather than sooner. Oh well, that was perfectly okay with her.
In the meantime, Trixie entertained herself with examining all the shelves and the myriad potions and crystals and ingredients that populated each. Each of the crystals housed a very fine luster. They were pure and high quality, also very expensive. The ingredients were well preserved and in good stock. She wasn't an experienced alchemist herself, so she could only identify a few. The others were completely foreign. She casually levitated some of the potions and unstoppered them one by one, wafting their contents. They were wonderfully fragrant. Perhaps she had found the perfume shelf?
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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2012 15:50:07 GMT -5
She stared at him for a few good minutes as if trying to register what he had just fired off before snapping out of it. "Uh..I'm Privetly taught by Wyvern Spell..." she replied hesitantly "He's er..part some circular thing.." She added on. Wait, that was his shop? she thought it was a demolition zone!
"That was..your shop? Yeaaah I saw it...Interesting choice on....Design" she was unsure to be offended or flattered, and was not about to mention the other potions she had not set out yet. This stallion scared her, she did not want to find out what happen if she brought those up. "About five bits each, depends on the size and if it's scented"
She spoke, Wait wait wait, back the hay up did he just say dead pony's? She was facing Trixi with a more then nervous look. This dude really was loony tunes! "...W-Well, none them are t-toxic first off..T-They are healing potions to cure things like poison, head aches, bee stings, poison joke, and so forth and so on E..ehehe..." She chuckled weakly beside Trixi now, and not that she was it was clear that Star Script was smaller then a normal mare. "So um..What are ye' looking for ma'am...?" She said trying to keep her mind off what that similar looking stallion just said.
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Post by Mortar Retort on Oct 2, 2012 18:00:02 GMT -5
Retort sat his rear down as he tried tried to recall any alchemist by the name of Wyvern Spell, he knew a Wormwood and a Wayward Spell, but who was Wyvern Spell? The question was a chin scratcher for the alchemist. He made it a mental note to look up this particular alchemist unbeknownst to him, perhaps they could exchange theories and practices. Could prove quite fruitful.
Retort snapped out of his contemplation when Star mentioned his shop’s interesting design. ”Ah! Yes, thank you kindly. Took me three times to get it just the way I like it. Nothing like a couple forced renovations to really get the design juices flowing.” He said as his hooves circled over his temples. He then glanced back to the potions, flabbergasted and completely ignoring the fact the mare was likely speaking of the candles he had just previous inquired about in an off the cuff question. Did she really sell them at only 5 bits, or so he believed? What madness was this, he wondered. That was even cheaper than his 10 bits for the expired stock – time for another sale. And what type of crazy pony scented their potions; that would have to ruin their properties. Introducing foreign ingredients into a set formula could cause disastrous consequences. Explosions, death, indigestion! Retort was utterly appalled by this notion.
Then came the kicker which nearly caused Retort to experience an aneurism, but he most certainly was on the verge of a massive case of ‘the vapors’. Non-toxic potions. What insane ingredients was this mare using: food-dye, cilantro, and salt!? Where was the quicksilver, the wormwood, the mandrake!? Retort couldn’t breathe, his heart was pounding so hard it felt as if at any moment it would burst from his chest and attack the nearest pony in a fit of unbridled rage. He begun to hyperventilate – this whole notion was world shattering and too much to bear. A new shop selling potions at reasonable prices which weren’t incredibly toxic. ”How... non-toxic? Uhh-” He choked out. Then already blue-grey pony turned more-so before trying to gasp for air and collapsing on the floor like a bunch of broccoli. His fez rolling away, stopping when it bumped into Trixie’s hoof as the stallion lay near lifeless on the floor – slightly twitching.
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Post by The Great and POWERFUL Trixie on Oct 3, 2012 11:31:04 GMT -5
Trixie was by now mindlessly picking things up and putting them back on the shelves. She had lost interest in looking for ingredients and was now fully listening to the conversation across the shop.That stallion was completely nuts and the poor shopkeeper was just getting more and more flabbergasted. Just like the stallion, Trixie had never heard of Wyvern Spell. He/she/it sounded like a high-class teacher and Trixie could probably learn a thing or two about single use illusion potions.
As far as Trixie's knowledge went, she knew of two kinds of illusion potions. Those which are consumed and those which are thrown. The consumed potions would increase a user's abilities in some way or another. Giving them more stamina, allowing them to pour more magical energy into single spells, even granting nonfatal body temperature changes to dupe predators with thermal eyesight. The thrown potions were something else entirely. Their contents was specially brewed and then bottled in a controlled environment, so when the flask was thrown and the casing broken, the contents would be exposed to a catalyst for activation, usually the air or the violent agitation of impact. Those had effects that ranged from AOE clouds of different properties and other sinister materials that could be an issue of they got on somepony. Her personal use of the potions would be to quickly provide her with the cover and the raw materials needed to make illusion clones out of water vapor, another technique she had learned from Watermark.
But anyway, out of the far reaches of Trixie's mind and back to the present. The shopkeep had engaged her in conversation, and Trixie was more than happy to finally have her attention. "Yes! I was in fact wondering if you had stock illusion potions or the ingredients to make them. You see, I need them for future training and I was..." She trailed off as a tasseled burgundy fez bumped into her leg and she traced its path back to that peculiar stallion, now prostrate on the floor.
"Oh dear Celestia!" Trixie blurted out as she galloped over beside him. He was in shock, pupils dilated, heart rate and respiration both unpredictable. She knew how to address certain injuries and conditions while in the cult. Everyone there was expected to carry their own weight and help others if they couldn't, so medical training was standard. This didn't make the situation any less stressful or urgent, however. "I.. I uhh..." She looked around, as if searching her brain and the shop for a way to help the poor fellow. Her eyes then locked on the shopkeep. "I need calming potions or ingredients! Anything, even a sleeping draft that settles ponies down. If you don't have any of those, get some medical help immediately!" She turned back to the stallion, kind of at a lack of what to do without the materials needed to fix the situation sitting right in fron of her.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2012 15:43:06 GMT -5
"I...Hear" she replied shortly, She thought shortly after he spoke, Illusion potion? she vaguely remembered it form her teacher but could not remember the ingredients to save her life. "Hold on I'll have to check my book...?"
She trailed off in thought and jumped a little when she heard the mare blurted out the words, quickly turning around to see that the loony stallion had collapsed. "Oh mother of Star swirls beard!" She was starting to panic despite seeing this happen many times before with a siblings.
She took a deep breath in a attempt to gain some control over her panicking mind, and nodded hearing the mare. "I think I have one those left over in the back if my memory serves right." She spoke as she scurried to the back looking frantically for that potion. "Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my god, darn it where is it?!" she mumbled to her self reading the labels of the stored potions and putting them aside. "Bingo!" she called.
She came rushing from the back with the potion levitating over head with her deep red magic, she passed it to the mare worried. "Is..he gonna be okay?" she asked looking at the Stallion, suuure he had scared her but she didn't want anything bad to happen to him. She started to wonder if she should give her name to the mare to keep any confusion at bey if this where to get worse. "I'm Star Script." She mumbled but kept an eye on the stallion concerned.
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Post by Mortar Retort on Oct 5, 2012 18:16:21 GMT -5
Suddenly the stallion shot up with a piercing whiny and in doing so, his horn strikes the potion passing between Star Script and Trixie. Subsequently, the force of the strike knocks him unconscious once more as the shattered glass and fluid that had been contained within rain upon his face. He falls back to the floor, his head making a unsettling thud – like a skinned coconut hitting a stone. As the liquid seeps into his fur and trickles down into his mouth, he begins to stir – calmly, as if he had just woken from a deep slumber. His eyes flutter open, glancing up at the two mares standing over him. He raises his hoof towards Trixie, ”Had this most amazing dream and you were there-“ He then pointed to Star Script, ”And you were and you were selling non-toxic potions at reasonable prices. It’s was terrible – also think there might have been some winged simian creatures of some sort with these adorable little hats. Quite frightening.”
Retort slowly sat up, his hoof rubbing his forehead and horn. He had no clue to why it was hurting, like he just ran into a door or was struck by some hard, falling object. ”What happened? Why am I on the floor and wet and in pain?” Glancing feverously around here. ”And where’s my fez!?” His eyes caught it tattering on the floor a meter away and attempted to catch it in his magic to drag it back to him, but instead his magic fizzled out when a sharp pain shot through his skull and brain. He yelped and winced, huddling his head down as he rubbed the pain away. ”Ooow, what sort of trickier is this? Conspiring to steal my assorted collection of fezzes, are you? I’m disappointed… letting the one you’re knocking over to regain consciousness. Amateurs. Especially you!” Pointing to Trixie, ”You have the look of a mare who would be better at this sort of thing. Very disappointing.”
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Post by The Great and POWERFUL Trixie on Oct 7, 2012 11:11:44 GMT -5
Trixie issued a yelp and jumped back when the fezzed pony leaped back to life and subsequently knocked himself unconscious again, in the process dousing himself with the potion. "Well, that worked out better than expected. Now we just have to wait for the potion to rouse him, a little more gently than he could for himself, that is." Trixie said as she inched back towards the stallion. Sure enough, he woke up and rubbed his head, undoubtedly due to the fact that he broke a bottle with it and then smashed it on the floor.
"Hey, you alright?" Trixie's words were ignored as the stallion launched into a description of his dream, which had actually just happened, sans the flying simians. Trixie again had to take a step back when she was accused of theft. She looked over to the fez and gently levitated it back to its owner. "That wasn't a dream, and we're not trying to take anything. You were having a conversation with Star Script here about her shop and you just kinda passed out..." She helped him up and levitated a spare towel from a chair in the shop to start wiping up the mess and singling out the glass. "Do you want some water or something? You took quite an awful spill." She eyed the bump on his head and frowned. That would surely give rise to some awful headaches. "My name's Trixie by the way."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2012 1:14:38 GMT -5
Star Script jumped back as well when he got up so suddenly, and just stared at him as he spoke before finely speaking "...Your nuts" She said in concerned tone, watching the stallion. She though, gave a smile watching Trixi. Well, at lest not everyone here was bonkers. "Yeah, I can get you some if you need it..maybe some ice for that knot ye' got there." she spoke after Trixi, not wanting to interrupt. She took a few steps twords her shop back just encase he answered yes.
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Post by Mortar Retort on Oct 12, 2012 17:59:53 GMT -5
Retort was back to his hooves and right as rain in a moment, dismissing Trixie’s offer for water. ”Ah, I’ve suffered worse. I’m fine.” He replied as he took his fez back and donned it back upon his head. ”Pain will be gone in a short while, I assure you.” He glanced around the shop, recollecting what had happened prior to his collapse. Perhaps it was just wishful dreaming, but the blue mare was right, the potions on the wall were proof of that. He couldn’t recall if the winged monkeys where a factor or not, though he hoped they were. ”Name’s Mortar Retort, pleasure.” He bowed his head, but his hooves fumbled as a dizziness struck him for a moment before recovering.
Retort’s ears snapped towards Star at her outrageous accusation, ”What makes you say such awful things? I can assure you I am perfectly sane. Can’t go around blasting ponies like that, all willy-nilly, its hurtful and downright absurd.” He scolded defiantly, marked with flabbergasted astonishment that a mare he barely knew was. ”And I don’t need your ice, but I will take all these.” His hoof swept in front of the rows of potions, he figured he can’t compete he could least buy out her stock. ”And one of those spidery webby things there with the feathers.”
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Post by The Great and POWERFUL Trixie on Oct 17, 2012 19:08:53 GMT -5
Trixie just watched from the sidelines as Mortar Retort continued his erratic conversation with Star Script, then proceeded to clean out her stock of potions and whatever spidery thing he was referring to. Such a peculiar pony. Trixie re situated herself back up, as now everything seemed to be back in order, as much as 'order'was with Retort, but order nonetheless. Trixie returned to waiting patiently, reassuming her position as a customer rather than a hero when Retort needed her most.
Soon after, Retort would be done with his convoluted transaction, and Trixie could at last receive the potions she so desired, and probably hold a decent conversation with Star Script as well before she had to leave. Heck, the conversation would probably be fun. Learning about the intricacies of potions and alchemy, or anything else for that matter, from someone who knew the trade was always a great learning experience. During her time at the cult, Trixie had learned never to pass up opportunities for that sort of thing. Any new information is good information, even more so if it comes from a skilled professional.
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