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[ghostlighter]

[Seeing as he isn't sure how long this being-a-witch-again thing will last, have a Chris. Who is making potions. In a smoking cauldron. Yes, an actual cauldron. It sits upon a table, along with a moderate amount of ingredients, varying from the type of things you might regularly see in a kitchen to some more... unique things, such as oddly shaped roots or something like glitter dust in a wooden bowl. Several glass bottles filled with colored liquid sit on the other side of the table.

Chris glances to the piece of paper he also has on the table, then rips off a piece of a plant, tossing it into the mixture. The potion-in-the-making bubbles. ... then it explodes in a huge puff of mist and smoke. It's barely enough to knock Chris off his feet, and he makes an annoyed groan as he runs a hand through his hair.]

Note to self: not as much mandrake leaf next time.

Comments

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[._.]

[ghostlighter]

[Stands up after a minute, and notices his audience.]

... What?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[._.;] It exploded.

[ghostlighter]

I hadn't noticed. [Sorry, Henrietta. He's a little frustrated; he's been at this a lot longer than the amount of bottles on the table would make you think.]

[contract_star]

What now?

[ghostlighter]

[He rolls his eyes and stands up, waving away some of the smoke while he tries not to cough.]

Nothing. Just... trying to make use of the time I have like this.

[contract_star]

With the, ah...orbing and such?

[ghostlighter]

Yeah. With the orbing and all. [Figures mentioning what he actually is probably constitutes as overkill. B|]

[coil-legacy.livejournal.com]

Ah! Be careful!

[ghostlighter]

I know what I'm doing. ... mostly.

[coil-legacy.livejournal.com]

What...are you doing?

[ghostlighter]

[Gets up, brushing himself off, then waving at the smoke.] Making a potion.

[got-the-stones.livejournal.com]

Don't go blowing yourself up, ghost boy.

[ghostlighter]

That's not part of the plan. [Pulling himself up now.]

[got-the-stones.livejournal.com]

Coulda fooled me.

[Sniffs the potion a little.] The heck are you making?

[ghostlighter]

Who actually plans to blow themselves up?

A potion.

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

... That didn't sound good.

[ghostlighter]

It's fine. [Standing up and waving some of the smoke away.]

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

What are you doing, anyway?

[onedrous.livejournal.com]

[He observes intensely for a moment before tilting his head as if to say 'is that all?']

[ghostlighter]

[Chris gives him a bland, annoyed look as he stands up, coughing slightly as he waves the smoke away.]

What?

[onedrous.livejournal.com]

Is this a very amateur meth lab?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

Are you all right?

[ghostlighter]

Fine. I'm fine. [He stands up, waving away some of the smoke and coughing just lightly.]

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[still frowning in concern. He might notice that she seems a bit pale.] Are you sure?