04-30-2007, 07:46 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-30-2007, 07:57 AM by Calibremon.)
OOC: The Blade of Water, as it appears in Raphael's possession.
Raphael immediately went back into his shop, fastening the belt and scabbard of his sword around his waist again.
'You could've taken her...' The Blade of Water muttered morosely in his mind.
'I suppose, but the point is I didn't want to...' Raphael thought as he started to close up shop. '...yet.' He said, smiling slightly as he threw on his leather workvest, filling the pockets with phials made of colored glass. Each color had a specific meaning, relating to the substance the glass tubes contained.
'Leveling the playing feild are we, Master Alchemist?' His sword chirped, sarcastically.
'Something like that...' Raphael said, plucking a red tube from one of the pockets. "Hope this works..." he remarked as he headed out back behind the shop. Raphael pulled the stopper from the tube with his teeth, pouring the potion into his mouth quickly. It was an unpleasant taste; a mixture of cheap vodka and lamp-oil.
'Clever... its still inert until it touches the air...' The sword commented in an amused, rather than impressed, tone. Raphael smirked and spat the potion out in a fine stream. As soon as the liquid hit the air, it burst into flames, giving Raphael the appearance of breathing fire. He slipped a black tube from his pocket and took a brief sip from it. The Universal solvent neutralized the remainder of the previous potion in his mouth, ensuring he didn't set himself on fire the next time he went to speak. He put the remainder of the potion back and went inside to get his coat.
"We're as ready as we're going to be..." Raphael said, locking the shop door behind him, swinging a pack on his back he'd prepared earlier. It was rucksack he'd purchased from an artificer in exchange for some powdered diamonds. The pack carried three times the amount it ought to, giving him room for 2 weeks of rations, his notes on where to find the blades, medicinal herbs, and his tools and ingredients for making more potions along the way. He drew the Blade of Water, feeling its cool presence in his hand. "Well...?"
'I sense... one... two... Four!? There's four of them inside the city limits! We're outmatched Raph, maybe we should call it a day for now...' Raphael smirked, sheathing the sword and patting it reassuringly.
"No need to fret... We'll just take them one step at a time..." he remarked. "Which one should we deal with first?"
'Brother Fire...' it replied hesitantly. 'Due west. At least with him we have the advantage of elemental superiority...' Raphael smiled and started heading west into city, one hand on the Blade of Water at all times, listening for any change in direction it might give him.
Raphael immediately went back into his shop, fastening the belt and scabbard of his sword around his waist again.
'You could've taken her...' The Blade of Water muttered morosely in his mind.
'I suppose, but the point is I didn't want to...' Raphael thought as he started to close up shop. '...yet.' He said, smiling slightly as he threw on his leather workvest, filling the pockets with phials made of colored glass. Each color had a specific meaning, relating to the substance the glass tubes contained.
'Leveling the playing feild are we, Master Alchemist?' His sword chirped, sarcastically.
'Something like that...' Raphael said, plucking a red tube from one of the pockets. "Hope this works..." he remarked as he headed out back behind the shop. Raphael pulled the stopper from the tube with his teeth, pouring the potion into his mouth quickly. It was an unpleasant taste; a mixture of cheap vodka and lamp-oil.
'Clever... its still inert until it touches the air...' The sword commented in an amused, rather than impressed, tone. Raphael smirked and spat the potion out in a fine stream. As soon as the liquid hit the air, it burst into flames, giving Raphael the appearance of breathing fire. He slipped a black tube from his pocket and took a brief sip from it. The Universal solvent neutralized the remainder of the previous potion in his mouth, ensuring he didn't set himself on fire the next time he went to speak. He put the remainder of the potion back and went inside to get his coat.
"We're as ready as we're going to be..." Raphael said, locking the shop door behind him, swinging a pack on his back he'd prepared earlier. It was rucksack he'd purchased from an artificer in exchange for some powdered diamonds. The pack carried three times the amount it ought to, giving him room for 2 weeks of rations, his notes on where to find the blades, medicinal herbs, and his tools and ingredients for making more potions along the way. He drew the Blade of Water, feeling its cool presence in his hand. "Well...?"
'I sense... one... two... Four!? There's four of them inside the city limits! We're outmatched Raph, maybe we should call it a day for now...' Raphael smirked, sheathing the sword and patting it reassuringly.
"No need to fret... We'll just take them one step at a time..." he remarked. "Which one should we deal with first?"
'Brother Fire...' it replied hesitantly. 'Due west. At least with him we have the advantage of elemental superiority...' Raphael smiled and started heading west into city, one hand on the Blade of Water at all times, listening for any change in direction it might give him.
