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[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Firo stands at his work table, which currently stands itself behind the theater. He's staring at sets of powders and liquids, each measured out carefully, labeled, put in little stone jars or archaically designed bottles; several give off the occasional shimmer, though it could just be a trick of the light. He braces his hands against he table, staring at nothing, apparently lost in thought.]




[[This would be Firo, wondering whether or not he should compromise his moral sensibilities and make a batch of immortal-juice for the sake of the remaining Camorra members who aren't immortal themselves.]]

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[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ She's not too far away, watching him silently. Part of her wants to say something, but another is curious as to what he's doing, and what he'll do if he's not aware she's watching. ]

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[He starts mixing powders and liquids with the comfortable authority of someone who's done this a lot; in the end he has two separate bowls, one stone, one glass. He pulls out a third--this one apparently crystal--and then just... stares at the two portions of liquid he's made.]

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ She observes him for a bit, slowly concluding that it isn't a matter of difficulty that is causing him to stop. She remembers the truth serum he made not too long ago and it's enough to get her to step forward-- she doesn't want him making a mistake like that again. ]

Firo? [ She rests her hand gently on his shoulder. ] What are you making?

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Ack. He puts on a smile.] Nothing. How're you doing?

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

I'm doing fine. [ Oh, she'll be smiling right back, and nudging him out of the way with one hip. ]

A lot of preparation to make nothing. Do you mix these together next, in the other bowl? [ She places one hand on each, as if she's ready to pour them together. ]

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[FFFF ANGELA WRRYY. He grabs her wrists.] Don't.

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

Why not?

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Lies] You have to mix them a certain way.

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

Really? Tell me how. I want to do it.

[ She's not budging. ]

[contract_star]

What is it this time?

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

Nothing much.

[contract_star]

Obviously.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

Doesn't matter, does it?

[contract_star]

It does matter. Last time it was a truth serum, and truth serums are dangerous. You have an unfortunate habit of producing dangerous things, it seems.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

And you got a habit of producing electricity. Don't see me wrapping you in rubber.

[contract_star]

[And that gets him laughing.] Maybe, but my electricity can't be bottled and used by other people.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Sighs and inspects some of the bottles.]

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

What are you making?

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Shakes his head] Nothin'.

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

[Picks up a bottle to examine] More truth serum?

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

Nah. Gave up on that project for now.

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

Then what are you up to with all this?

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

Just research.

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

Research into what?

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

Things. [Not going to tell him anything after last time. :| ]