Rune_Alchemist

Summoners of Babel

@cloudystar

Tania does

_{best place to ambush unsuspecting humans and mess with them}

Botanist And Bards

~Charlotte LaChance~

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Was...was she being offered food? A flash of surprise ran across her face. Well, she was hungry, thirsty, and generally not exactly in all that great of condition. Was this some sort of peace offering maybe? Or was this simply their way of greeting a stranger? Or maybe there was something else here she didn't know. She had heard - read a lot about the peoples outside of Astril, but she doubted the statements had many, if any factual statements but that didn't mean all of them were not based in fact either. She had to be wary, or at least suspicious of any sort of interaction with them.

Charlotte hesitantly took the fruit, suspicious for more than a few reasons...but she was hungry, and if anything happened she was fairly certain in her ability to do something about it. There was just a small problem. She had no idea what this hard shelled...fruit even was. She was fairly certain it was a fruit, at least - she knew her plants relatively well. She didn't want to appear as clumsy or awkward, but she didn't have much she could do with the fruit on her own. At least, not without something to maybe...crack it open with? She'd ask, but...language barrier.

"Kai ti akrivós boró na káno me aftó ...?" Charlotte frowned, and even through the language barrier, one would likely be easily able to tell there was a slight irritation in her voice as she studied the fruit, seemingly glaring at the coconut. She loathed not being able to know or do something on her own. In Astril, not being able to do something on your own meant asking one of your peers for assistance...an act that typically involved you owing them a favor later, and she was hesitant to ask for assistance...but this wasn't Astril, was it? Surely this girl wouldn't be as close minded as they were, would they? She looked back up at the girl from the coconut, frowning in a manner that suggested confusion and perhaps a little mild irritation.

St. Sappho Academy, Medieval Magic Academy (Invite Only)

~Lyssa~

Unfortunately for Swen, that is exactly what Lyssa intended. Somehow she had unwrapped herself from the covers in less than a second, leaping over and covering the distance between them in a few quick bounds. Before Swen could even react, she had already wrapped him in a bear hug from behind. "Nooo, you stay in bed with Lyssa!" She giggled brightly, practically carrying him back to the bed and plopping both of them back down on it. With Lyssa's death grip, it would be difficult for Swen to escape without a little magic. Or he could probably ask really nicely.

~Cynthia~

This woman.

"If you insist on being troubling, then I will leave." Cynthia replied with an irritated sigh. "I was going to ask if, maybe you'd like...perhaps you...if you were not too busy...to see if maybe...you wanted to dine together." Dear lord, she was no good at this sort of thing. She was stumbling over her words like a school girl, wasn't she? She had no experience with this sort of thing so some blundering was expected, but this? This was something she was having trouble comprehending herself.

"Or...perhaps if you are too busy I can simply return to my duties."

~Gwynn~

Oho, this was a conversation about that, was it?

"Oh? Heh, telling Tazia how good I am with that stuff?" Gwynn replied with a confident grin. "I mean, if Tazia wants to experience it first hand I certainly don't mind showin' her, heh." That was mostly just talk though. Gwynn wasn't particularly interested, though if Tazia said yes...well, she wasn't going to say no.

~Sorcha~

"Anything she wanted?" Sorcha echoed, sounding unimpressed. "No one is capable of doing everything, and if this is a demon as you say I highly doubt they are." Granted, she had heard tales of demons being extraordinarily powerful even when compared to a dragon but she didn't believe such rumors. She had never faced one before, so she had nothing to compare it too really. "But yes, let us eat!" She said, taking a much more jovial and friendly tone. "I ate some fish from the lake earlier. By Odin's beard, those were some delicious fish!"

Botanist And Bards

~Charlotte LaChance~

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"Dia dhuit?"

The voice caught Charlotte slightly off guard, but for the most part she remained unmoving, eyes closed. Now, the voice was interesting for a few reasons. She hadn't expected foreign peoples to just waltz up to her. That meant she either had the good fortune of running into shore near a town, or had the misfortune of the exact same thing. It was entirely up to the disposition of whoever they were. Secondly the voice...spoke in a dialect she was completely unfamiliar with. It didn't sound like any of the more common languages back in Astril or the surrounding lands. The lands had some variations between the cities, but for the most part one could translate fairly easily between the two. After a few seconds, She finally opened her eyes to address whoever was speaking to her. Her typical cold blue eyes and somewhat harsh glare was immediately replaced by a look of immense curiosity, immediately awestruck by just...whatever this humanoid creature was.

The woman was short - she was fairly certain it was a she. Much shorter than she was, and a fair bit shorter than most people in Astril. Her people favored shorter ones, then? Well, she wouldn't question it for now. What she was going to question, was the other girls hair. It was multicolored. A brilliant shade of red before transitioning to yellow towards the ends. It was...well, she was certain some would find it beautiful. Charlotte just found it a wondrous work of nature, however it happened. It looked completely natural at least, which was fascinating.

"Ti?" And she realized just how useless speaking would be like this. She had no idea what was even asked, and likely the other girl had no idea what she had just been asked. Useless, then. Well, damn it if she wasn't going to at least try communication of some sort. She sat up, rubbing a bit of sand out of the back of her hair, blue eyes turning towards the boat. A few of her belongings were still there - namely a medium sized sack full of her alchemy equipment. Alembic, retorts, mortar and pestle...some rudimentary dried herbs and such. Things she could use to help her on her way. Maybe hand motions of some sort? Writing likely would be as ineffective. "Kratíste mia stigmí."

She walked over to the boat, grabbing the sack. The glass implements clanked in small complaint as they were sat down on the sandy shore, away from the water. Now...how exactly was she supposed to communicate here? Staring rather intensely at the other human with what seemed like a small glare was likely not the correct course of action, but Charlotte didn't register she was even doing it.

Botanist And Bards

~Charlotte LaChance~

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Ugh...how long had she been rowing? Her arms felt like they were about to give out completely. She was not suited to physical work at all. Not to mention, this heat. It was nowhere near the cool temperatures of her homeland at all, and even though she was reluctant to remove the cloak the heat was getting a little more than unbearable and it was just morning. By Astril's blood, if it was this warm in the morning she couldn't fathom how much worse it'd get during the day. Not that she had much of a choice, really. She was basically stranded out in the middle of the ocean with no way to get to land easily except by continuing on her intended course.

The young woman groaned, sitting up from where she was sprawled out in the lifeboat. Someone might think she a shipwreck survivor if they saw her. If there was any peoples out here smart enough too know what a ship even was, at least. Truthfully, she was not. She had taken the lifeboat from a ship hours earlier, just before dawn. She had passage on a larger ship and had been traveling on it since leaving the mainland, but...well. She didn't think the shady crew would be too entirely forgiving when they realized she didn't exactly have the ability to live up to the promise about treasure and money. People were so easily swayed by their greed, they didn't even think to consider they were being tricked, sometimes.

She reached over, grabbing the oars that lay at the bottom of the boat, hefting them and putting them back in the water. She had taken a few minutes rest to give her arms a brief reprieve from the strain of rowing for hours at a time. She hadn't been counting, but she had been the most physically active she had in the past few hours than she had been in her entire life. Well, save the occasional trips into the wilderness for herbs, plants, and other things, but those were rarely physically exhausting at all.

At least land was in sight now. It was a small comfort, though. It just meant one thing was finished and she had to move onto the next. As soon as she made landfall, she should get rid of the boat. Bury it...break it down. Maybe make a makeshift shelter a little ways inland. It wouldn't do to let them know where she had made landfall at just in case they were foolish enough to try and come after her. First thing she should do though, would be to get some basic supplies - namely water. Distilling some with her tools shouldn't be entirely difficult, but it was definitely going to take some time before she was ready to move anywhere. She sighed, shaking her head and focusing on the task at hand.

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Some minutes later, she had finally managed to reach the shore. She hopped out of the boat, pulling it through the water and onto the shore with some effort. By the time she had managed to safely secure the boat so the tide wouldn't carry it away, her arms burned, chest heaved, and she was feeling more than a little lightheaded by the activity. Oh, and now her boots and socks were wet. That was nice. She was going to have to dry them unless she wanted to chance a cold, and she really, really, didn't. Not without something to help remedy that. For now...a breather, though. Just a small one. She could get to work later.

Charlotte plopped herself down onto the sandy shore, looking over the sea with a frown. Usually, she wouldn't really think much of the ocean. It was wet, noisy, often times bustling with annoying animals that liked to get overly friendly. For the moment though...a rest sounded nice. She fell backwards onto the sand. She was a bit sweaty, wet with sea water and extremely tired and a bit hungry.

...she'd have to hunt or something, wouldn't she?

Ugh. If gods or reincarnation existed, she must have either been horrifyingly cruel to puppies in a past life, or pissed off some deity.

Botanist And Bards

Charlotte LaChance

"Hey, you wouldn't have seen any flower around here that has a yellow petal, would ya? I need one for, uh...'flavoring'."

"Charlotte LaChance. Now, if you don't need anything I really should be watching this beaker before it explodes."
Name:
Charlotte LaChance

"Nineteen."
Age:
19

Race:
Human

Appearance:
Charlotte stands around five foot six. A pale complexion with messy, somewhat unkempt dark brown hair and cold blue eyes adorn her face. She has a slender frame, with no obvious muscles as she's not entirely one for physical activity, often time spending her days reading or practicing her chosen craft. She wears comfortable clothes that look like one might expect of someone born from high-society. Short pants, held up by a belt with a golden buckle, adorned with various pouches to carry items. Comfortable shoes with long, knee-high socks. Over her upper body, she wears a thick cloak with a hood, designed mostly to protect the wearer from the cold. Rarely takes it off, even in the warmer lands she finds herself in.

Personality:
Insatiable curiosity, confident, stubborn, a bit on the childish side, doesn't like not getting her way, and has a bit of a one-track mind. As such her alchemy can sometimes suffer a bit as a result. Though indeed, she is talented, and if she doesn't let her one-track mind focus on something else after she starts something, she'd be fairly successful. She prefers to spend time outdoors with her plants and other alchemy reagents than in the company of people.

She tends to come off as rather serious and no-nonsense, and sometimes a sarcastic grump. Often time she wears a serious expression when people first meet her, though its only because she tends to have a one-track mind about things, and really doesn't like being interrupted. She's often thinking about various things and what properties plants might have.

That said, she is fairly friendly to most, and isn't hostile by any means. Just don't interrupt her work unless you have a really good reason. Aside from this, she's fairly intelligent and knows about a great deal many scholarly subjects. Mostly dealing with Magic and Alchemical pursuits, but she's read a great many number of books so she might surprise someone with her knowledge every now and then about something.

"DAMN YOUR EYES DON'T TOUCH THAT BEAKER-Argh, this is sensitive equipment!"

Abilities:
Aside from the obviously impressive physical and mental abilities that humans possess, Charlotte is adept at potion brewing. Meaning, alchemy and making useful concoctions out of herbs, remedies, antidotes and other items found in the natural world. She's pretty much a savant when it comes to everything relating to it. Add that to some beginner interest in Botany, she could probably make quite the living selling and brewing potions. That said, she is still fairly young and has a lot of room for improvement in the field. Plus, almost all the flora and fauna on this new continent has yet to be documented. Meaning, until she goes around documenting and doing some trial and error, she's gonna be somewhat useless.

Not something a lot of sleepless nights watching beakers and flasks bubble can't fix, however.

A neat little list:
-Good at alchemy
-Fairly intelligent
-Beginner Botanist
-Cold tends to not bother her so much, since her home country was notoriously cold.
-Not so good with animals, unfortunately. They tend to like using her as a chewtoy.
-Physically speaking, she's a wet noodle strength wise. Fairly average stamina due to her fairly active lifestyle.

History:
Born in Astril, Charlotte has been brought up around science, logic, reason, and even the odd magical related things most of her life. Aside from that, its not particularly interesting. While she herself wasn't born into the magic-using citadel of Astril, and was instead brought up in a small farming community near the border, she has always held an interest in magic, alchemy, and scholarly pursuits herself. So in between farming duties and helping her parents run the farm, she studied all sorts of books. Ones about history, magic, and otherwise.

And when she was fourteen, she was accepted into Astril itself as a student. And as confident as she was, she was sorely outclassed by a lot of the students there who had been training formally since their birth. She spent quite a few years there struggling to keep up with the other students, and quickly found herself as a bit of a loner and outcast among her peers. Not that she particularly minded, she'd rather have her books and studies anyways. Eventually she was labeled a bit of an eccentric.

It was when she was nineteen, she had to make a choice. Leave Astril and set off on her own, or effectively become a test subject. She doesn't like talking about the events that transpired leading up to that event, but she will say she killed about five scholars and blew up a lab.

Nation of Origin:
Astril. A small, somewhat isolationist country known for its heavy delving into intellectual pursuits of all kinds.

Astril

Nation Lore:
Astril is a small nation located far to north. Most of the country is cold, mountainous, and cold tundra and thick pine forests make up most of the climate. Over time, they have tamed the lands somewhat and built a thriving city located high in the frigid mountains. A tower like citadel, simply named 'Astril' over their first leader, that later became their small city.

In the past, they were a small group of intellectuals, scholarly types, dissatisfaction with their own cities. They traveled far to the north, seeking land unclaimed by others they could call home themselves. Eventually, they found their land in the cold north.

Overtime, they built a thriving city, founded upon not on diplomacy or military might, but on science, magic, and logic. When it was first founded, they welcomed all inquiries into the arcane and scientific nature, and shunned no question or line of research...no matter how 'unethical' it might have been perceived to be. Human, animal, and all sorts of experimentation was, and still is quite common. Of course, they don't exactly advertise this fact these days. If you're going to be doing something somewhat unethical, then you are expected to keep it under wraps and deal with any unintended consequences yourself...

Eventually, the city began withdrawing from the outside world, and though they still welcome intellectuals and those who wished to pursue arts of science and magic, they had developed a bit of a mindset that those outside their walls were somewhat...barbaric and uncivilized. Typical mage superiority mindset, really. Mix that with a somewhat reactionary mindset with a healthy dose of Xenophobia, (anyone considered an outsider and not born there, not racism per say. There are a variety of races that live here) you get some pretty narrow minded individuals.

Of course, it wasn't all easy for them. With their small numbers and generally small sized city, was almost taken over quite a number of times, if it wasn't for the quick thinking of their leaders. They maintain uneasy peace with any other city state in the area, but for the most part keep to themselves, and any outsiders are turned back at the border.

Misc:
-Not everyone pursues magic theory or science here. Not everyone has the aptitude to perform equally well with magic, after all. As long as you make yourself useful, you'll probably fit in well.
-A bit of a Meritocracy
-Ruled by the 'Deacon of Astril'

Other:
-Can be somewhat socially awkward at times, and has trouble holding a decent conversation about anything other than alchemy.
-Makes some questionable potions sometimes. You really shouldn't get curious about some of the stuff she makes.
-Don't bring up anything regarding an elixir of life or philosophers stone. You have been warned. If you do, bring ear plugs and make sure you don't have anything to do for the next hour.

Pokémon: Start

Still ready for something to go horribly wrong~

Pokémon: Start

~Claire Blackwood~

@PlatinumSkink

Current Team

Ralia, Ralts
Level: 7
Status: A bit roughed up, but otherwise fine.


Ritz, Ledyba
Level 5
Status: Should probably get healed.

Inventory

Potion x1
Antidote x1
pokeball x4

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Claire whistled. Pinceo was definitely not on her list of pokemon she'd want, and she definitely wasn't eager to 'splode to death. She followed Laurinda, inching around the edge of the Pineco nest. That said, she still wasn't about to turn around and run home with her tail between her legs. She was already here, and she was committed even if it meant bad times. It'd be good experience, and the next time she came here she'd be much more prepared, no?

"Hmm, Nah. Not really interested in most of the pokemon here." Claire said with a mildly annoyed sigh. "I was hoping for something a bit more...fabulous?" Claire continued, trying to think of a better word to use there, but failing. "Heh, not exactly sure that's even a thing." She chuckled, following closely behind Laurinda. "Buuut, yeah. Sticking with you for now. It'll be fun! And good experience!"

She wasn't going to leave without some sort of pokemon from this, or at least attempting to capture one, even if she had to get creative.

St. Sappho Academy, Medieval Magic Academy (Invite Only)

~Lyssa~

Lyssa had started ignoring both Swen and Eith, and instead had taken to grabbing the covers and wrapping herself up in them. She rolled over until she was completely covered by the blankets. "Hey, hey Swen." Lyssa said from her resting place. "I wanna sleep here tonight. I'll behave, promise!~"

~Sorcha~

Sorcha gave a small huff. Really, Luna shouldn't be afraid to receive a compliment now and again, though the shyness definitely added to her charm so the dragon would take it. More importantly though, her food finally arrived and Luna made a comment about something rather interesting.

"You? Afraid of something?" Sorcha asked, sounding rather curious as the waiter put their plates on their table. "Luna dear, you stared down a dragon. You have nothing in this world to be afraid of." This was definitely an interesting turn of events. Something that Luna was scared of? Sorcha wanted to see this creature itself, then. If it was so scary, then it could prove entertaining to spar with.

~Cynthia~

Honestly, she was conflicted. She was Mistress Livia's head maid. Her life should be serving her. She was a maid, and should have no desires above to serve those she had too unquestioningly, and with flawless service. Truthfully, she did enjoy the work no matter who she was serving. Making their lives -anyones- lives easier was something very few people enjoyed, and something the world was in sore need of. She may have a somewhat...terrible personality at times, but that didn't mean she was a terrible person.

The maid had no idea what to do.

The times spent with Livia was nothing more than a pleasant distraction. Cynthia felt no emotion of this so called 'love' towards the woman, and she shouldn't possibly feel that way towards anyone else.

but...

The maid eventually reached her destination, and immediately went red in the face, resisting the urge to plant her head in the palm of her hand at high speed. The Yuki-Onna was once again, causing trouble for people and she seemed entirely oblivious to it. Well, it was her job to help people...and give them a good scolding.

"Causing trouble once again, I see." She walked up to the Yuki Onna. "You may wish to cover your chest area a little more. It is quite immodest, and some people are finding it quite distracting." Despite her harsh tone and neutral expression, Cynthia couldn't help but to fidget slightly, shifting her weight from one foot to another where she stood as if she was trying to think of something else to say.

~Gwynn~

"Oh? What sort of things she be talking about?" Gwynn teasingly asked. She didn't really particularly care in the end, but she couldn't pass up a good opportunity to mess with the Neko just a bit. It was obvious Maoin was nervous about whatever she had talked about, but she didn't think much of it. Probably just something silly like she was always worrying about.

...then again, if it was, she doubted it'd be very interesting.
"Hiding something from me, are ya?"

Daemon Days(Original Sci-Fi/Fantasy blend Roleplay) [OPEN]

@Ramjammer

Will do!

I'll keep him in my CS post as well, if only so I can keep up with it easier.

<sub>Yeah, all those human make him just so crabby.

I'll kill myself now.

someone needs to make that pun around him.</sub>