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[forthedarklord.livejournal.com]

[WHAT HO, A FIGURE DOTH APPEARETH-- okay whatever. Appearing for the first time in a while, Barty is... brewing something foul smelling in a plain black cauldron. He occasionally mutters to himself under his breath, but displays no outward interest in his environment. There's so much to be done, after all.

If anything, however, he is definitely very focused on his task. Almost unnaturally so.]

[OOC: I live. :B]

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[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Is standing behind him, making a slight face at the smell but otherwise looking curious] ...What's that?

[gerogerodance.livejournal.com]

[Aaand hopping closer, even though the smell is almost choking, and this guy is one of the scariest things alive.]

Nee nee nee are you doing magic, gero? Are you?

[ram-of-gold.livejournal.com]

[Shion is lurking and watching. He feels the need to keep an eye on Barty.]

[forthedarklord.livejournal.com]

[Oh, he remembers you-- and looks a little impatient at being interrupted.] Nothing you'd've heard of.

[forthedarklord.livejournal.com]

Ask me again, and I might store you away as an ingredient. [...amused by his own attempts to terrorize the talking frog despite being distracted from his task.]

[forthedarklord.livejournal.com]

[Hasn't noticed you-- cue more stirring of the Polyjuice Potion, and he digs around in a small pouch.]

[gerogerodance.livejournal.com]

[GULP.] But then what are you doing, hm hm hm? What, gero? [He never learns.]

[forthedarklord.livejournal.com]

[YOU ARE SO LUCKY HE DOESN'T WANT TO RUIN HIS POTION but he is pointing a wand at you now.] Looks like it wasn't obvious enough.

[gerogerodance.livejournal.com]

[Amane is not sure why he should be afraid of a piece of wood...! D:] But you never answered, gerooo!

[forthedarklord.livejournal.com]

Not much reason for me to bother, is there? [Permission to levitate a frog? B|]

[gerogerodance.livejournal.com]

[Anytime! :|b] But I want to know, gero! Nee nee tell meeee!

[forthedarklord.livejournal.com]

[Excellent. 83 Where there was once a frog on the 'floor' of the plane, now there is not. Instead, there is a frog floating at about Barty's neck level.] Rather show than tell.

[gerogerodance.livejournal.com]

[And Amane is watching as the guy comes closer, and closer, and clo-- WAIT A MINUTE. GASP.] Nee nee, I'm flying, gero! I'm flying! I really do! [happy!frog] How do you do that, hm hm hm?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Ohai, have an intrigued child. And mun permission to turn her into things/levitate her/what have you--anything short of actually causing her pain. *pets the muse*]

[She is lurking curiously.] Are you making a potion?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[the Doctor strides up silently, peering at the cauldron from a safe distance; after a time, curious and amused]

Well, I can't identify any of the ingredients by scent. Care to enlighten me?

[forthedarklord.livejournal.com]

Don't ask the question if you aren't prepared to believe the answer. [Note of impatience. He really wants to return to making his potion.]

[forthedarklord.livejournal.com]

Nothing else it could be, is there? [Splendid. 83 And he shoots you a dark glance over one shoulder- he's hunched over it almost protectively, even though the vapours are probably hot.]

[forthedarklord.livejournal.com]

[Luckily, you are not one that looks like him and are thus spared instant loathing-- not that... he is being friendly, or even close to it.] Depends what you'll give me in return.

[gerogerodance.livejournal.com]

But but but what is the answer? A-aah, wait, wait, magic is it, right, gero? Right? [Too excited to note that, instead he is trying to... swim in the air. It's fun.]

[ofalzarius.livejournal.com]

What are you making?

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Eyebrow raise] ...Right.

Well, what's its general purpose?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't notice the protectiveness, because... well. She's not a particularly sensitive person when it comes to people she doesn't know. And so she comes closer.] What's it for?

[ram-of-gold.livejournal.com]

What are you up to?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[raises his eyebrows, lips curving just slightly] Information for information?

[servant-ofevil.livejournal.com]

[For a moment, it looks as if Len is crinkling his nose at the smell. But then he's back to his usual impassive expression.] That looks to be an unusual soup, sir.