Night 51: M81-90 Hallway

[vsyourface]

Scott didn't like the sound of that intercom announcement one bit. Granted, he was hard-pressed to think of one he did like. Maybe the ones that involved pancakes? ...No. No, not even those. By virtue of the man talking about them, those announcements were tainted. Those pancakes were tainted. Tainted pancakes.

Ew.In any case, it sounded like

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Re: M88

[selfrescuer]

Elaine didn't paricularly think a title was necessary in this case either, especially not with someone so young (though, admittedly very professional for his age). Using it with strangers and people she had official business with, however, was habit, and in a time like this, when that sinister sleepiness threatened to creep back into her head at every turn, habit was a good thing to rely on. Anything that made it easier to keep talking normally, or to not appear weak.

"Yes, just a standard cutlass, as you saw," she confirmed, double-checking the drawing to make certain she had made no mistakes in the dimensions or design. It wasn't modeled after any particular sword with personal attachment and such; just a design based on the kinds of swords she was familiar with using (and sometimes confiscating from excitable citizens). She nodded to let Leon know that the drawing as it was would do fine.

After handing the drawing back, she put her hands comfortably on her hips and stayed in a standing position - partly to make staying alert easier, partly to maintain her professional air. "Now, Mr. Geeste," she started. It still felt a little awkward to address a twelve-year-old as such, but considering their communication so far, she didn't find it appropriate to start on a first-name basis so quickly. "Sorry if this sounds a bit forward, but I have been incredibly curious: just what kind of power is it that lets you do this sort of thing? It's not some form of voodoo, is it?" Voodoo was the only form of magic Elaine herself was familiar with. Considering the whole multiple timelines and worlds thing, however, it was possible that other types existed. She just couldn't help but be curious about that sort of thing, especially if it was the kind of magic that could give a person cat ears.

Re: M88

[heraldric]

The boy gave Elaine a confused look at that question. "Voodoo?" Had he heard that word before from another patient? He didn't remember. "I don't think so. It's heraldry - involves a number of symbols combined with a natural propensity for magic. Or at least the skills I usually use are."

He began laying out the usual drawings, then placed the amount of metal necessary on top of them. "This skill in particular is alchemy, which is actually something I learned here from another patient here, though I knew a different version from my home world." If that was related to this 'voodoo' thing, he wasn't sure. Magic was different from world to world, especially among the patients here.

Re: M88

[selfrescuer]

"Heraldry" wasn't a term Elaine was familiar with. "Alchemy" was, however, and hearing it uttered caused her to lift an eyebrow. Now that wasn't a field she had a whole lot of confidence in. Once heralded (irony reared its head there) as a great field of chemical and medical study and a possible means toward the transmutation of matter into other matter, it was now dismissed by most reputable doctors and scientists as superstition at best, charlatanism at worst. Voodoo practitioners such as Mêlée Island's own Voodoo Lady tended to laugh off "alchemy" as nothing but doddering old men playing around with toy chemistry sets. Or maybe as a plot point to a cancelled Indiana Jones game. Elaine wasn't sure. The Voodoo Lady did tend to go on about so many things at times; it was easy to forget which bits were important and which weren't.

Either way, Leon's use of the word made Elaine just a bit more skeptical. That didn't mean her doubt had spiked up to radical heights, however. The boy still seemed sincere enough, and he didn't have the air of someone who would get her to turn around, then club her on the back of the head with one of her own pipes. That wasn't even taking into account that he wasn't nearly tall enough to try that sort of thing, either. He could still have been misleading about the methods he would be using to construct weapons, however. So, she kept a close eye on Leon's actions, but didn't make any objections. Not yet, anyway.

"Voodoo is all about mixing the right ingredients with the right incantations. Sort of an 'oogie-boogie' form of magic, what with all the chicken bones and bodily fluids and whatnot, but it gets the job done," Elaine explained, watching as Leon prepared his materials. "Especially when it comes to the undead. If I could just find the right ingredients, I could brew up some very potent anti-ghost root beer." A wry smile. "It's refreshing stuff, too. I could really go for one right now." That was very much due to her earlier meeting with Guybrush, she was certain.

[OOC: Sorry it took so long to reply! I kept getting distracted by RL and other things. T_T]

Re: M88

[heraldric]

[I fail a gazillion times more than you!]

"Anti-ghost root beer?" Leon wrinkled his nose, trying to imagine what that would be like. Would it actually repel spirits? After all he'd seen before now, he wouldn't be surprised if it did. Maybe she could make anti-ghost carrot juice? Carrots were a root. Technically. That would be a matter to look into after he'd finished the project at hand. "Can't say I've ever heard of anyone practicing Voodoo where I'm from, but then I always studied the more scientific aspects of magic."

He finished setting up the supplies as necessary, once more checking the design to make sure he had everything memorized that needed to be. "You may want to stand back, and it can be a little bright." That said, he placed his hands over the materials as he'd done many nights before already and prepared to transform the metal into a proper weapon.

It wasn't as complicated as the sword and cane he'd fashioned the night before. A simple scimitar was something he would have been able to do in his sleep if the Institute didn't cause the use of his abilities to drain him as it did. The weapon took shape slowly in front of him on the paper, and the moment it was finished and the light had died back down he fell against the side of the bed, breathing hard.