marek bobbin is lightly toasted (hekatos) wrote in uprisingrpg, @ 2011-02-01 19:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | marek bobbin, melinda bobbin |
Who: Marek and Melinda
What: an accident with poisons.
When: Tuesday night.
Where: Marek's laboratory, Bobbin residence.
Warnings: near death experience?
Status: Incomplete
In his excitement over his project with Minister Crouch the next day, Marek had spent the night over his cauldron, hoping that he'd go to the Minister's place tomorrow feeling successful and proud of his talents. Not that he wasn't already feeling proud - the Minister wanted his help! - but it would be utterly brilliant if he could also make headway in the project he was doing for Felixa Abaddon. It was a funny quirk of Marek's personality; the more success he had, the harder he wanted to work to do something even better.
There was a crick in his neck from bending over his cauldron, staring down at the striking blue liquid that was simmering in his cauldron. It had been turquoise originally, but now it was more of a pure blue, and Marek was hoping that meant it was more purified, more potent. He wouldn't know until he tested it.
The first test was not intentional, however. He was bringing the brew to a boil, and it spluttered, splashing up into his face. He'd not yet made it potent in a gaseous form, which would be necessary for making it a part of a magical ward, but that was the easy part; it was already a liquid that could be absorbed through his skin. And his skin, as it was supposed to do, absorbed it readily.
In a normal person, his death would have been instantaneous. Thankfully for Marek, he had purposefully built up his own tolerances to poison, so that an instantaneous death by poison for him was nigh on impossible. Still, this was a new brew, and that meant there was an extra risk that it could actually harm him, even though it would take longer. He had the wherewithal to stick his hand in his pocket for a bezoar, but his hand didn't make it to his mouth before he collapsed, sprawling to the floor beside the cauldron with the hand holding the bezoar right beside his head. He couldn't lift it.
His last thought before he started to lose consciousness was, at least if I'm unconscious, the poison's spread will probably slow down enough for Melinda to get to me. And then everything went black.