| Saturday: February 2, 2008 |
[10 Jul 2009|08:16pm] |
Who: Zach and Elijah
When: Afternoon
Where: The Alchemy Labs
What: Elijah is helping Zach prepare for the binding ceremony.
As much as Zach didn’t mind the ability to turn lead into gold, he wasn’t all that thrilled about the finer aspects of alchemy. He had known since he had picked up his first book on alchemy that there were more complicated rites when it came to creating higher substances, messing with elementals, and even producing the infamous carmot. What he didn’t, though, was just how boring those processes really were. He was crouched over the floor of one of the rooms in the alchemy lab specifically built for the practice of elemental summoning and binding, drawing what was the beginning of an alchemy circle with a piece of chalk in his hand.
It was not Zach’s idea of a picnic.
Alchemy circles, or transmutation circles, were hard pieces of work to create. Zach was lucky he had a mild finesse with drawing or he wouldn’t have been able to make one at all. He had to start from the center of the circle and work his way out, which was the hardest part of all. Zach always preferred to start outward and work his way in, but unless he wanted to smear the circle he had to do it this way. The bending put a crick in his neck and his back ached from the position.
Worst of all, his hands were sweating inside of the gloves he had to wear to keep his hands clean of chalk. The discomfort added onto the list of reasons why Zach didn’t want to be doing this right now, but his grandmother said he had to know how to do an alchemy circle or they would never get to the actual binding because she wasn’t drawing it for him. Constance was more than adamant about Zach learning a thing or two, but then again, it was nothing new out of his grandmother.
Zach fell back on his heels, looking up at Elijah. “Can we stop for today?” Zach asked. “I seriously need a break.” He wiped a hand across his forehead, coming away with droplets of sweat on the back of his hand. It shouldn’t have been this hot in the room, but maybe it was all of the concentration causing him to sweat like a pig. Zach wasn't very good with stress.
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| Saturday: February 2, 2008 |
[10 Jul 2009|08:42pm] |
Who: Desdemona and Hugh
When: Evening
Where: Leaving the Town Hall
What: War of the lawyers
Maybe it was sick to feel a flutter of excitement in her stomach about the current events going on, but Desdemona didn't care. How often did she have a chance to do her job in the sanctuary? During the time when she was idle she should have been making the promise to herself that she would socialize more often. But she was too occupied with the information she was getting. Not to mention she was laughing her ass off at the rumors. It wasn't hard for people to believe what they heard. She was almost tempted to add a little fuel to the fire, but she was way more mature than that.
She was walking out of the Town Hall when she noticed Hugh, someone who was much more anti-social when it came to talking with her of the politics of the situation. Of course there was the huge chance that he just didn't like the witch. A smile grew on her face. How lovely it was for both of them to meet up. Nothing like pestering a Prosecutor in the Evening.
Desdemona sped up and hooked her arm into his as if they were best friends. Shortly after, she spoke with confidence. "Shall I buy the drinks when you lose this case? Or maybe a teddy bear? You look lonely."
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