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Post by starshade on Jun 11, 2012 21:51:09 GMT -5
StarShade stared at Retort suspiciously, then brought his gaze upon the knife being levitated by the older stallion's magic.
"Anything you say?" he asked shakily before responding, "Very well..."
The black unicorn's horn shimmered with a dark grey aura as an equally dark grey magic began enveloping the knife, taking it off Retort's own telekinetic grip. He stared at the older unicorn's rather funny face, at the now quiet ponies staring back at him, and back at the knife.
"Here goes."
Then, as easily as one would fold paper when making an origami, he began folding the knife's blade as if it really were made of paper. After a few seconds he got carried away and ended up turning the knife into a metalic flower. Taking the "bladed flower" into his hooves, the young colt displayed it for the audience to see. Some of them clapped while others responded with awe. It made the young colt feel a certain happiness deep inside which he had never felt before, and this made his weakness click in. He had always been terrible at multitasking. So focused was he on the cheering crowd that he slipped and cut his forelegs with the bladed flower which he had just created.
"Ow!" cried StarShade, as fresh blood began to trickle down his forelegs.
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Post by Mortar Retort on Jun 19, 2012 20:32:05 GMT -5
”Uh…” Retort watched on as Starshade did something wholly unexpected. The sight of the pony folding the knife as if it were a simple sheet of thick paper dumbstruck him so that he choked on stage. He stared on, jaw hung open in amazement as each fold of the knife begun to form a metallic flower. This wasn’t what he had in mind when he asked to prove it was real to the audience, in fact this was entirely the opposite what he had intended, but so far flung he didn’t know what to say. Stop the pony or let him carry on, his indecision was mounting.
Retort fumbled words in his mouth, trying to find something to connect this crazy pony with his demonstration. ”Well folks, seems we have… an artist? That’s right a true craftsman in the among us today. Seems my strength potion is still going strong, just look at that work. With my very own recipe you can destroy the mightiest walls or shape the most intricate designs out of the hardest materials around! Yes why with-“
"Ow!"
Retort snapped his head back to see Starshade having performed a nice gash across his forehoof. If it wasn’t one thing, it was another, he thought to himself. If he hadn’t known better, he would believe this colt was trying to make his business look bad. ”Well folks, seems out master folder here isn’t immune to the simple principles of pony flesh verses blade. No worry, I have just the thing!” Retort trotted over to his menagerie of potions and salves he had on hoof. Earnestly he scoured through them to find the right one, keeping a wary eye on Starshade, who he figured was a short second away from bawling like a new born foal. He took hold of a tin filled with a paste. Not Retorts usual fare, but desperate times call for sketchy measures. It was a mixture of herbs and other random bits of plant matter. Not perfect but it was a decent antiseptic and mild anesthetic that should stop the bleeding.
”Accidents happen, my friends. That’s why I have this lovely mixture of herbs and essential oils to deal with those minor scrapes and cuts. For external use only!” He boasted. His magic unscrewed the lid, taking a glop of it from the tin, he shot it at Starshade’s wound. It smacking against the gash with a cool splat. ”Now not as fancy as a potion, with this you don’t need to worry about accidental overdosing or poisoning. Remember mares and gentlecolts, alchemy must not be treated lightly. It can give as much as it can take away. Always consult an alchemist before starting any regiment, hopefully that alchemist will be me!”
He slipped to the side of Starshade, wrapping his hoof over Starshades neck. Then leaned in beside his ear, ”Hey, keep it simple will you. Gonna make me look bad.” He slipped back onto the center stage, slipping the folded knife away from Starshade with a flick of his magic. ”He’s fine, folks! Now that we have the blade verified and while the potion is still coursing through me, see what else my medical marvels can do for you. One small health potion down and any minor to moderate wound will heal as if at will. Watch!” He raised the knife floor up, encased in his magic so all can see. The extended his hood out, closed his eyes, and let the blade streak right down his forehoof, leaving a long but shallow gash. ”Just a little blood, nothing to worry about because… now it’s gone!” The trickle of blood came to quick stop, and as proof, Retort stepped forward and showed the crowd the now sealed wound, with just a red mark and some blood soaked fur. ”Just one of the many wonders of alchemy that everypony can experience! Take a few moments to check my wares. And be sure to check the specials on sale right now, there’s something for everypony - except foals! Can’t stress that enough.”
With the crowd dispersing, Retort trotted back to Starshade, while his magic fixed the blue stallion up. Adjusting his mane and fez. ”Not bad, not bad. But could you not improv so much next time? I have a script – albeit a loose one, but still, a script. Not that I need to ask but how is the gash?”
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Post by starshade on Jun 20, 2012 14:01:39 GMT -5
StarShade felt ashamed of himself for acting like a sissy, but politely defended himself nonetheless.
"Well," he replied, "you were the one who told me to do whatever I wanted with the knife, including bending it. Still, my carelessness is my own fault, and for that I apologize deeply."
The black unicorn raised his wounded foreleg to inspect it and was quite surprised.
"It-it is gone! The wound on my foreleg has vanished! Your potion worked! This... this is amazing. Your items really do work."
The young colt stood upright and faced the older unicorn, "I must apologize for my previous behaviour, and I believe I should be honest to you. Truth is I have mistaken your workplace here for a drinks and beverage stall. I am very thirsty, you see. I did not mean to cause you problems. I sincerely hope I have not frightened your customers away. Did you manage to get anything out of it?"
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