RP:A Sensitive Subject
Library of Arcane Knowledge
Svilfon is sitting awkwardly in the same chair he always occupies in the library; two books open on the arms of his chair, and a small vial of strange looking liquid in his hands. He frowns at it, before flicking his gaze to the book. It was supposed to be purple, but it was remaining as a strange greenish hue. With a cursed cry of, "Sven's balls!" The wizard puts the potion beside him on a small table and goes back to reading the books. He is still a mangled mess of wounds, but keeping his mind busy seems to be the best way to deal with it. Plus, the library was nice and cool on his scantily clad body - his robes mere tatters now.
Satoshi's feet and overfluffed tails are all that are visible upon entering the library, the rest of her considerably reduced form lost behind a mountain of black fabric. Thuds and bumps announce the unsteady progression of the kit through the aisles of books until she emerges in the central work area, pile of fabric as equally rumple as herself beneath. Unceremoniously the clothy luggage is deposited on the couch across from Svilfon and Satoshi studiously keeps her back to him, seemingly intent upon shaking out the wrinkles and smoothing the creases caused by her entrance.
Svilfon doesn't seem to notice Satoshi's rather unsteady entrance into the library, so intent is he upon his work. But when he does look up to see a pile of fluff he can't help but let out a quiet snicker; to him she was all tails. He leans a little over to try to see what she's doing, but as his burned flesh stretches he decides it's a better idea to wait. So he goes back to his book, every-so often flicking his gaze between the fluffy one, his failed potion and the pages before him, waiting until she's ready before he'd offer greetings.
Satoshi furtively peeks over her shoulder, ensuring Svilfon's looking her way, before she whirls around with fabric in hand to whip it out before her in a flourish. "Ta-da~!" Unfortunately, the reveal isn't quite as spectacular as she'd hoped, as she hadn't taken into consideration her lack of height, which leaves her standing there blinking dismally down at the fabric lying in disarray across the floor at her feet. So much for unveiling the shiny new robes--fur trimmed as Coterie tradition--she'd had tailored for the wizard in a breath-taking display. Ears droop in disappointment, her showmanship ruined by excessive shortness.
Svilfon catches Satoshi's gaze for just a moment before she spins around and reveals to him his amazing new robes, trimmed in fur and all. If he at all notices her somewhat failed attempt at showmanship, it's impossible to tell, so bright is the smile that flashes his fangs into the library's air. It splits his lip a touch, but the blood is ignored as he gets to his feet and drops down to a knee. More by luck than anything the remnants of his old robes remain decent, and with a reverent touch he reaches out and touches the fabric. "Lady icicle..?" As entranced as he was by the splendidly tailored robes, he didn't even notice her droopy eared pout. In a moment his hand reaches out and rests on her shoulder, ensuring she is looking at him. "You had them made.. for me?" He grins again, brightly.
Satoshi lifts her chin in an imperious gesture, despite it coming off as rather haughty and childish in her current state. "Of course~. I can't have family running about in rags, can I? Think what people would say of my reputation for rewarding those loyal to me~," is the quipped reply followed by a wink. A tug is given to the robes then to lift them higher in offering to the wizard. "I put some of my personal enchantments on them, too." Pulses of a chilly aura still radiate from the robes, evidence that the magus' spells are freshly woven into the material and still settling into their designations.
Svilfon very carefully takes the robes from the queen, before offering her a somewhat serious nod. "Loyalty to you requires no repayment, but thank you..." Unable to wait any longer, and either unaware or uncaring of any possible shame that might happen, he gets to his feet with a stifled groan and pulls off his old robes. They basically fall to his feet as little more than tattered rags; and it does answer the question of what wizard's wear under their robes... nothing, apparently. The vampire turns the robes so he can settle them over his over his mangled flesh. The freshly woven enchantments soothe his burns, and with a sigh of contentment he gives a small shake so they rest comfortably on his body. He extends his hands and gives a little wizardly flourish; as if from nowhere producing a small flower. He grins again, before putting on his most wizardly expression and handing the small gift to Satoshi. "They are.. perfect." As she takes it he'd kneel down again and wrap her up in a fur-trimmed, newly-made robe hug. When done he drops a quick kiss on her forehead before speaking, "Thank you, lady queen. They are... perfect... and cold... what did you do to them?"
Satoshi is all grins by that point, because there isn't a girl in the world that doesn't get into such a state from flowers, hugs, and kisses all at once, but she still manages to put a vulpine twist to the expression at Svilfon's question. "You have a nasty habit of burning your clothes all away. It took me the entire day to do it, but I wove into them the same enchantments I have on my coat~." Considering their routine bouts, the wizard's seen what Satoshi's coat can endure. A remarkable resistance to fire--although it only does minor defense to the flesh beneath, a tendency to repel dirt and stains, and an unnatural ability to repair itself over time without unsightly patches. Satoshi's tailor is a rich, rich man for helping her develop -those- little charms. And now she's sharing the wealth with a fellow armor-hater.
Svilfon flashes a sardonic grin at Satoshi, "So they're safe from anything other than goats?" A quick wink is sent the ice magus's way, before Svil spends some moments truly admiring his new robes. He has not yet tried to summon his fire since the explosion that destroyed Tiphareth's lich-body, and when he seeks to delve into the pool of his wizardly magic there is a void. He can feel it slowly refilling, but such explosive spells take their toll, and it would be a while before he can unleash his fire again. But he hardly cares! How could he dressed in such finery. "They are truly wonderful, lady icicle." He runs a hand across the soft fur trim. "You spent so long training me, helping me... then you reward me! Thank you." He kneels down again and places his hand on her shoulder. "Let's hope I can partly repay you by returning the age your spell stole." He grins again, the look full of contentment.
Satoshi reaches, streeeeetches--curse you, short limbs, up to tug on the pointed hat's brim by way of reply. There's not much else the kit can say to that, nor would she if she could, being a creature unfamiliar with giving and accepting sentiments. Instead she slips out from under the man's hand and ambles over to the work he's set aside to peruse the contents. "How's that coming along then~?" In an odd, roundabout sort of way, Satoshi's moreso asking how the wizard's healing is going. She's figuring this family thing out, little by little.
Svilfon spends a moment grinning at the snow queen as she slips past him, before he pushes himself to his feet and wanders back to his chair. "Well..." He picks up the green potion which has begun to bubble a little, "It is a fine distraction." His way of answering her unspoken question. He has new robes, damnit!- and is still flushed with victory. His mangled body is a small price to pay. "I had some trouble with this one," he picks up the far away book and shows her the page. It is written in a flowing, elegant script; though some letters seem to have faded out over time. It is titled, 'How to fix a blue-skinned neophyte.' A strange title, indeed, but it is a bases for reversing botched potions. "It should be a different colour, though... I don't know what I'm missing."
Satoshi glances between the book and the potion, a thoughtful set to her face. Fingers snap as she exclaims, "Aha!", and twist around to face her tails, pulling a tuft of fur from one of the white trio. The silvery hairs are dropped into the potion without Svilfon's invitation and once they hit the liquid they dissolve in a shimmer of light. "A pinch of fox fur fixes everything~," Satoshi declares, although in all honesty she's just taking a wild guess. Trial and error, after all.
Svilfon looks at Satoshi as if she were crazy; it is an endearing look, indeed. "Why didn't I think of that! Tired... that's why." He flashes a fanged grin at the snowflake queen before giving the vial a little twirl. The green-hued liquid begins to bubble more violently, before a puff of smoke bursts from its top - a fine little mushroom cloud that lazily billows in the frigid room. Looking away for a while to ensure it was just one, Svilfon sends a quiet prayer up to Lady Fortune, before looking back at the potion that's now a twirling mixture of scarlet and azure hues. With a shrug the wizard declares, "I think it's done!" He hands it down to Satoshi. "Now, whatever you do, don't think of toadstools..."
Satoshi said, "What's the worst that could happen?" Tempting of the gods done, Satoshi up-ends the vial and drinks its contents in a single gulp. For a lingering moment afterwards nothing more happens than the kit smacking her lips and commenting on a distinct melony aftertaste... that is until she begins to hiccup. The first is hardly a twitch and a squeak, but in minutes she's having trouble keeping her balance, and with a final violent one she's sent toppling over in an indignant, squeaking heap. Groaning--but thankfully not hiccuping, Satoshi pushes herself into a sitting position, her hand pressed to her face where fingers dabble gingerly around her nose. Ever so carefully claws trace along five stiff, silvery threads sprouting from either side, and once her fingers reach the end she gives them a numb flick to send them all quivering. "...did you give me -whiskers-...?"
Satoshi admittedly prefers whiskers over toadstools.
[Alternate joke-post that would result in Satoshi committing suicide: Svilfon tips his hat to the queen as she makes his favorite declaration ever. He was impressed with her dedication, and her trust. As she goes into her hiccupping fit the wizard winces, missing the transformation that happens to the mini-snow queen. But when he looks back he is both shocked, appalled and entirely happy with the result. For while she has those fine whiskers, it seems she was thinking of a certain prank the two pulled while she drank it. For along with her newest accessory she has a fine set of mutton-chops, a wonderful piratical eye-patch, a scar under her eye that matches her stunning mono-brow and best off all a fine little moustachio to complete the marvellous piratical look. Holding back laughter, the wizard can only manage an, "Arrrrr!" Be he bursts out laughing.]
Svilfon tips his hat to the queen as she makes his favorite declaration ever. He was impressed with her dedication, and her trust. As she goes into her hiccupping fit the wizard winces, missing the transformation that happens to the mini-snow queen. When he looks back he cannot help but grin; the fluffy tailed, pointy eared and now whiskered kit-vampire was reverting back to her kitty state. He resists the urge to pull out a ball of string, and instead lets out a cough and tries to put on his most serious expression... it fails miserably, but at least he had the manners to try! "I believe... you might have put more than one piece of fox-fur in there." He moves closer to her and reaches out to gently touch the whiskers, just to make sure they were real. "A fine start!" He suddenly declares, "This is exactly what we wanted to happen, snowflake kitty... queen, I said queen!" He coughs. "We're halfway there!" He is, of course, making all this up. He has no idea how close they are. But damnit, at least she isn't a toadstool!
Satoshi doesn't quite catch all of Svilfon's words, too distracted with prodding, flicking, and tugging the new additions gracing her face--definitely better than muttonchops. Gods are they -sensitive-, though! As if the harassment her curious hand is delivering isn't enough, mere movement of the air around her is causing them to quiver and tingle. When the wizard's fingers trace along the whiskers, it becomes too much and Satoshi can't hold back a yelp at the almost electric current that arcs through her from the contact. "Ack! No touching! That feels funny~! And... halfway? Are you trying to make me -all- fox? What'll Kasyr say to -that-?!"
Svilfon snatches his hand back quickly as Sati snaps at him, "Ahh, he'd call you foxy?" Hardly the most intelligent reply, but he is more curious as to what's going on than possessing any real concern for Satoshi. He knows, or at least he thinks he knows, anything they do to her he will be able to reverse. "You know... what happens if you shift into you fox form now..? Mini fox or full? That could..." He shakes his head, "Maybe not... Hmmm." It's clear he's kinda rambling as his tired mind works through the various plots.. I mean.. plans he can go through to fix his miniture friend. "Halfway.. yes... Just need some of that..." His voice trails off as he realizes he's not given her any chance to respond to his earlier question.
Satoshi eyes Svilfon with a wary look, his ramblings getting just a hint unnerving. Newly acquired whiskers give an involuntary twitch as she begins to feel very much like a lab rat, and with careful movements she begins shuffling backwards. "Ahh, we'll have to see about that, won't we? But, uhm, I think I hear... err, ice breaking. Yeah! Bye~, enjoy the robes!" And without further warning Satoshi hightails it out of there before the battered and weary wizard can concoct any further potions to test on her. One trial per night is her limit.
Svilfon grins as the snow-fox makes her rapid escape. She was wise; he was too tired for this, and found it far too entertaining. He would cure her, though - he was determined. And there are no people more stubborn than Svilfon... He went back to his chair and spent a few minutes quietly admiring his fine new robes, before lifting up his book and returning to his former study. Every so often he's forced to snicker at little at the whiskered snow queen, but he can at least rest assured she'd do the same to him.