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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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[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. ]

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Closes his eyes.] Angie.

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

So have you been stopping to think about how you should do it, or if you should do it? Or do you have to have another one of these things backfire before you'll tell me the truth?

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

You don't need to worry about it.



[[Feel free to have her pull away and slosh them together. |D]]

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

Like hell I don't. [ Have a kick in the leg, Firo, hard enough to push him off so she can mix the contents of the two bowls in the empty one. She then lifts it, peers at it, and raises it toward her mouth like a glass. ] We'll see how little I have to worry about. Cheers.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[As soon as the gray and amber liquids mix in the crystal bowl, they turn clear, lights seeming to flicker at the base of the bowl. Firo knocks it away; the contents splatter against the plane, and he snatches up a lighter from his table and sets the spreading liquid on fire.]

What're you thinking?! You don't know what that could have been! [What it was.]

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

You know very well what it was, though, don't you? [ She looks over at the flames. ] From that reaction, I'm pretty sure it wasn't another truth serum.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[...]

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

I'm going back home if you don't tell me what you were doing.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Being emo] Angie... [He rubs his temples.]

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

Tell Ennis thank you for her hospitality.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Flinch. He grits his teeth.] Why'd you say it like that? You want me to go throwing Dino in your face? [It's only half an attempt to change the subject.]

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

Because she's been kind to me, that's why. And I'm not going back with you to tell her myself.

[ The Dino comment gets him a little frown, and a pained look, but she keeps her mouth shut for now. ]

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Firo dun be so stupid sometimes. :| ] So what, you'll go back to your reality and freeze? [...dammit. That was going too far and he knows it.]

[He looks away.]

It's the stuff that made me immortal. The liquor of life. That's what that was. That's what you almost drank.

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

Yes! You really think I'm any more safe with someone who'll mix dangerous things in the open, then not even tell me what they are?!

[ And slowly the realization of what he said dawns on her. If her voice was shrill before, it was perfectly calm compared to now. ]

You. Made. WHAT?

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Bites down on the suggestion that she go stay with Dino, then, and when she starts yelling--really yelling--he doesn't say anything, just stands there blank-faced with his hands in his pockets. Explaining why he was making it will only hurt her--and furious or not, protecting her in any way possible is still his main focus right now.]

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ Now she's yelling. And grabbing him by the collar. ] Do you even think before you do things? There are people here that would use that to their advantage! There are people here who could wind up in real danger with that kind of stuff around-- Do you even know how many worlds you're endangering, making that stuff here?! What if some of it wound up going back with someone? What if the Twins got a hold of it?

What the hell were you thinking?!

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[His face goes more and more expressionless the longer she yells at him. It's a face he's not used in a long time--since he was a kid, really, if you could call what he was at ten years old kid-like at all. By the time she's done, it's like looking at a wax sculpture of something dead.]

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

You don't care about that, do you? You don't care that by even making this stuff, you put so many people in danger. Not just your world, but mine, and everyone else's.

Why? Why would you even-- You were forced into this! You didn't even ask to be immortal, and you know what it's like to suddenly-- why would you even contemplate forcing someone else to live forever?

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Oh ow. Not even a flicker of the way she's ripping him to ribbons right now comes through.] I wouldn't force anyone.

[His voice is as absent as his expression.]

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

And you actually think anyone who'd willingly take that stuff from you would know what they were getting themselves into? What happens if you give it to your friends and they run into someone who enjoys killing people? Do you really want your men to know how it feels to die over and over again?

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

Don't talk to me about how it feels. [Very, very quietly]

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

Because you know how it feels, don't you? So why would you even want to consider letting someone else...! [ Not very quietly. ]

You know, I'm done. I am not going to argue with you about this because you're not going to listen. But I am absolutely not going to let you do this. I am not going to let someone I love turn himself into a monster!

[ So she'll be throwing herself on the table, spreading her arms wide over it, and taking it back with her to her own world. :D; SRY FIRO BLAME THE MUNS. ]