[center][img]https://preview.redd.it/kwkmeuvrh9k11.png?width=1186&format=png&auto=webp&s=906f84bf062abfbd8bc4839f08225a0c16b5b55f[/img][hr]Collab between [@Liotrent] and [@SgtEasy][/center][hr]The Oxford dictionary, the premier leader for the obscure English language, states that the word ‘drug’ is defined as following: [i]an illegal substance that some people smoke, inject, etc. for the physical and mental effects it has.[/i] Some take drugs by choice, to relax and unwind. Maybe some need an extra burst of energy to get through the day or are addicted to said substance. Others have no clue they even take drugs in the first place. This latter case applies to one Kalil Gharbi, currently hotblooded and all bothered, seeking a way to release energy. The effects of a drug the Bengals wanted to test out, for their amusement of course.

There were no physical symptoms, at least none so obvious to be seen by anyone but medical doctors, but the effects to the mind were profound. An increased blood flow, a greater activation of hormonal activity and general mood swings. The point of such a drug? The Bengals were unsure but did find it funny they were testing it out on their hostage heir.

And so here the merchant was, blood rushing, yelled at by a white man in a funny looking outfit. This [abbr=(maa-dar-chod) - Means "motherfucker".][i]मादरचोद[/i][/abbr]. At any other time, Kalil would be reasonable and apologetic, as a merchant’s son should be. A businessman never raised his voice and never let his emotions get to him. It was simply bad for business.

A teenager starting to feel the effect of unexpected drugs however…

[color=goldenrod][i]”You sisterfucker white man, you ran into the door!”[/i][/color] Kalil exclaimed in Hindi, righting his slanted turban.

James fixed his tophat atop his head and stared at the man, it was one of the people he noted from earlier. He seemed just as upset as he was, he knew what he was saying, he has to. Language from a young age needed to be learned and needed to be fluent if the institute would use you in any capacity. However, his response would be to aggravate him more.

“Speak bloody English or Latin you tanned goat fucker! I can’t speak that garbage you call Hindi!”

Unlike the man before him he was unhindered by his chemicals. James’ plan was two fold. If the man were to engage in combat, it would be easy enough to slip a bit of the chemicals in his shirt into his nostrils. But if it never came to that and this ended up being a battle of wit, then James would concede, it was bothersome to waste spit on someone who wasn’t even his target.

On his part, Kalil got angrier. This bloody Englishman! There was just something about the English which put him and any good Indian in a fit. Maybe it was their garish version of tea or imperialist ambitions. He flexed his hands in a practised manner, pushing the wind flowing towards the Englishman in a wordless attempt to tell James to back off.

This only resulted in the silly top hat blowing off the Englishman’s head, making Kalil smirk. What a silly thing to wear on your head. [color=goldenrod]”Garbage? Funny thing to say for an Englishman with a language so stupid no one knows it beyond your tiny island.”[/color] He bit back in an Abya Yalan retort, glancing obviously to James’ bottoms. [color=goldenrod]”Is that a poor English excuse for trousers? So tight, it’s fortunate you do not have a big enough [i]package[/i] to be outlined by those ridiculously cut seams.”[/color]

James didn’t flinch, instead he simply picked his hat back up, then turned to Kalil. “As usual only a barbarian would go so low as to use such a vulgar insult. Tell me, how is it that a man that clearly doesn’t belong here get here? Did you piggyback off of a well off Englishman. Perhaps that’s how you have such an unhealthy interest in what’s in another man’s trousers.”

He took a vial from his jacket as he turned, hiding it behind his tophat in the other hand. He stared Kalil down head to toe. He focused particularly on his pipe, “Aren’t you a few years too young to be smoking or are you a delinquent on top of being a savage?”

Kalil’s smirk only grew into a full blown smile, even as he simmered in silent rage. A drug addled mind he might have but he had his fair share of drugged experiences and he started to catch on to his untoward behaviour. Behind narrowed eyes, his mind raced with thoughts and emotions, the hormonal imbalance ringing alarm bells in his head.

This did not stop him from thinking this Englishman needed a little step down in the arrogance department however.

Kalil swirled the air around the two, pushing all of the wind flow towards James in a constant flow. He took a drag of his pipe, blowing accelerated vapour in the fool’s direction.

The merchant’s son noted his fingers twitching, blood rushing to his ears. What in the world was going on? Despite his inner confusion, he kept the wind flowing in an effortless show of wind dynamicism.

[color=goldenrod]“I wouldn’t talk so tough if I were you, Englishman. For someone so [i]old[/i] as you presume yourself to be, you seem to be lacking a little in stature.”[/color] Kalil raised his hand in a mocking manner, showcasing the clear difference in height between the two. [color=goldenrod]”And so what if I am interested in what is in another man’s trousers? Your mother seemed to show the same interest in what’s in mine. Seemed to enjoy it even.”[/color]

Unfortunately for Kalil, anything regarding his past family didn’t exactly affect him. “Why I didn’t know my mother. But it’s obvious that I didn’t need her to get where I am. If you know the whore… You can keep her. She would obviously suit a savage such as yourself.”

James then seemed to tire of this nonsense. He twirled his hat back onto his head revealing the small vial at the same time. The small cork that held the gas inside was freed from the top and with a snap of his fingers the chemical swirled around Kalil. “I tire of this nonsense. Have a whiff and cool your head.”

James had a chemical specifically made to relax the people around him. It was made to be particularly strong in order to help better make himself look friendly in front of people. He never thought he’d have to use it here. “We shall get nowhere with your head in such a state. Savage as you may be, you are here, as much as I hate to admit, but that means you were selected to [i]be[/i] here.”

He then tossed him the vial with a label that reads, [i]’relaxant’[/i]. “... As a gentleman, I might as well be the bigger man and end this pointless argument here. Ironic because you are quite tall.” It seems, James had let off the gas a little, but it was also because the relaxant had also hit him. Kalil’s little wind display messed up James’ attempt to drug him. It usually doesn’t end up like this. But relaxed, doesn’t mean unfocused, there was still the person in front of him to deal with.

He held out a hand for a shake, “Let’s start fresh, despite our… Mishap. James Porter, and you?” now he spoke in Hindi, as a sign of respect.

In response, Kalil merely blinked his eyes in astonishment. Chemicals do unexpected things to the brain and when mixed, tend to accelerate in some direction unknown to the user. For someone who knew [i]nothing[/i] about the chemicals entering his body, the poor Mughal was hit by a sudden sense of euphoria. The vial fell uselessly to the floor, shattering in a storm of glass. There was no reaction for within him, he found [b]ᘉᓰᖇᐺᗩᘉᗩ[/b].

Emotions rose and fell, some untouched parts of his body tingling in a way they never have before. Kalil felt both invigorated and depressed, energised but drained. It was a concert of waves and spinning colours. The world was lost to him as he rose, rose to heaven like the Prophet had claimed his people would. He felt like crying and laughing, it was a terrifying but beautiful moment of peace and chaos mixed into one. And just as it came, it left. Reformed into a razor sharp focus that Kalil had never felt before. It was as if the world became clearer, as if God had opened his eyes to enlightenment.

James had, inadvertently, combined the chemicals in Kalil’s body to make a new experience. [b]ᘉᓰᖇᐺᗩᘉᗩ[/b].

He gasped, coming out of his spiritual reverie. A long drag of his pipe later, he took the Englishman by the shoulders in a tight grip. [color=goldenrod][b]”Brother!”[/b][/color] He exclaimed, voice modulated at a deeper, louder voice in a mere shaking motion. [color=goldenrod][b]”Join me in enlightenment!”[/b][/color] He blew the vapour into James’ face, hoping to carry him to [b]ᘉᓰᖇᐺᗩᘉᗩ[/b].

James’ judgement was a little impaired, so instead of immediately moving back, he found himself accepting this shake down. Without thinking, he inhaled the vapours. Immediately the drug’s effects on his body began to take effect. The mixing of the drugs in his body became apparent. He nearly fell to his knees as he felt the strength in his legs leave him. He braced himself by the frame of the door next to them and put a hand to his chest.

“What the-? Did you- Drug me?” James began to feel everything Kalil could. A mixture of highs and lows, happiness and sadness, anger and calm all at the same time. It was intoxicating, but it wasn’t a good idea to stay in this condition. Additionally, James couldn’t use any of his cures for his own poisons - whatever the effects will be won’t be what’s intended.

He looked back at Kalil, “You were consuming drugs this entire time?” he strained to keep his mind straight; strained to keep his mind on the mission; strained to keep himself from doing something he’d regret. But he was losing himself slowly. Before he would lose himself entirely, perhaps this drug was worth studying. He fell to the ground and grabbed a piece of the shattered vial and cut open his palm to take a blood sample to try and isolate the chemical. With a flick of his finger he directed the flow of his own blood from his wound into an empty vial. Almost forgetting where he was and who he was in front of.

He then said, “I need to collect this for my studies… These… Chemicals… Might be useful…”

For his part, Kalil merely blinked away the weirdness of his temporary companion and waited for him to stop his extraction. Once done, the now exuberant Mughal picked the Englishman by the shoulders with a smile on his face. He slung his arm around him, like a comrade in arms would, marching forward while he began chatting excitedly in hard to catch Hindi. 

[color=goldenrod]”Well, I must say good sir that you are indeed a weird sort of sisterfucker. Perhaps we all are eh, given how we are all geniuses among geniuses. Ah but maybe I am a fake, I used to think Euclidian math was the truth until someone introduced me to non-Euclidian mathematics. How much of a young fool I was, obsessed with economics and numbers when I could not even see the world in any way beyond the perspective of an Egyptian of all things! Imagine that? Oh but on weirdness, there was this strange girl inside the ballroom right now who I think wants to get inside my turban, if you catch my drift, but I find myself attracted to the German sort if you catch what I’m throwing at you. Alas, my older yet most definitely virgin friend, I may have found the perfect match for your silly British sensitivities. I know from British foods that you hate spice but I may have found a spice so spicy that you might actually season your chicken! And by chicken, you should know that I mean- Ah! Here we are!”[/color]


For poor James, he would not be able to get a word in edgeways as once again, Kalil took a large drag of his pipe and blew it into the English man’s face. This was before kicking the massive hall doors open, potentially bruising his knee in the process. It seemed to be the end of a stunning dancing performance with a dark-skinned boy leaving the floor.

The now extroverted Mughal shouted towards the fake-orchestra. [color=goldenrod]”Oi contraptions! My new friend James would like his people’s best classic. [b][color=#ff0000]R[/color][color=#e00c1f]U[/color][color=#c1183d]L[/color][color=#a2245c]E[/color] [color=#643d99]B[/color][color=#4549b7]R[/color][color=#2655d6]I[/color][color=#0761f4]T[/color][color=#2a77f4]A[/color][color=#4c8cf4]N[/color][color=#6fa2f4]N[/color][color=#91b8f3]I[/color][color=#b4cef3]A[/color][color=#d6e3f3]![/color][color=#f9f9f3]![/color][/b]”[/color] And thus glory struck the room as the duo stepped on to the floor, Kalil beckoning all to come forth and join them in song.

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