Don't Call Me A Mad Scientist

[12winged_dealer]

[For those of you currently working in Felix's new little tower, you might be treated to smoke slowly wafting out from one of the back rooms an coating the carpets like a fine fog. Could be good, could be bad. Do you dare to find out?

Well, if you do, you'll see Bishamon inside one of the labs, cutting up herbs and having them boiling atop a pot.

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[lord_wizard]

[Well, who else would be up here but Felix himself? He's wandered up here today to think up some ideas for his upcoming soirée, and the smoke immediately catches his attention. That can't be right. Was Draco up here working already? He moves down the hall, dispersing smoke as he goes, until he reaches the last room...and pauses in the doorway. THAT is not who he expected. He stands there, arms crossed, a bored expression covering his annoyance]

I don't remember you answering any of my summons.

[12winged_dealer]

I rarely answer anyone's summons Felix. I might answer a request.

[He went to stir his pot. Clearly Felix did not intimidate him, but then it was hard to intimidate a God.]

[lord_wizard]

Call it what you want. The fact remains that you never once expressed an interest in being a part of this. Knowing what I found out about the castle? Certainly. But I assumed your involved would stop there. So what, pray tell, are you doing in my lab?

[12winged_dealer]

What does it look like I am doing in the lab?

[Notice the lack of using 'your' there.]

[lord_wizard]

[Oh, he noticed. But his look of displeasure likely escapes Bishamon's notice]

Alchemy? Potion brewing? Making lunch? How should I know?

[12winged_dealer]

[He continues to mince several herbs and tosses them in, making a note as the potion bubbles and spews a sweet scent.]

An experiment.

[lord_wizard]

Care to elucidate?

[12winged_dealer]

Do you want me to?

[Make this easy for you? No, not at all Felix.]

[lord_wizard]

[Felix makes a tiny noise of frustration]

I would appreciate it.

[12winged_dealer]

I am looking into making a medicine I know of for a friend who was curious.

[lord_wizard]

Medicine? What sort of medicine?

[12winged_dealer]

A stimulant, if you will.

[lord_wizard]

[Not knowing anything about medicine or drugs, since his world was nearly in the dark ages as far as that sort of thing goes, Felix has no idea about what Bishamon might be talking about]

I...don't really understand. Nor does it really matter. I had this lab built, messire, for magical-based research, not the brewing of remedies for idle curiosity.

[12winged_dealer]

[He turned those blind eyes on Felix, unerringly aimed at him despite their lack to actually see.]

Who says it is not magical?

[lord_wizard]

[He can't exactly argue that line of reasoning, since even potion making was an art unknown to him back in his own world. He would likely be able to tell it was magic if active casting were involved, but in this he could not be sure.]

I suppose I cannot. But up until now you have given me no indication you were a magic-user.

[12winged_dealer]

Magic can be subtle, youngling.

[And Felix was young to him, as Bishamon was well over 800 years old.]