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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. ]

[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?!