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Puffskein
Join Date: Aug 2011 Location: Houston, Texas
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Hope Archard Ravenclaw Fifth Year | Quote:
Originally Posted by Helios Sunrider "Hey.." He had met her gaze with a roguish grin. "Hey, you must be mistaking me for someone that causes trouble." Jane smiled a little ruefully at that. No, she was not mistaken about that at all, she feared. Quote:
Originally Posted by Helios Sunrider "I really tried my best to care for your lab while you were gone. I hardly know my mortar from my pestle, but the chamber didn't explode... If that was possible." The wizard was rather proud of how well he took care of the place during Jane's convalescence. Jane lost the smile at that and said in all seriousness, "No, you did an excellent job, and I can't thank you enough. It would have taken forever to get the smell of the fumes out of here and I'm not sure what effect it would have had on...that," and she gave a nod of her head toward the Curtain below them. "That was all I had hoped for--the experiment itself was bound to be useless when I didn't return in time. But I think I've nearly caught up on it now," she finished brightly. Really, it was amazing how the insights gained from a near-death experience helped out at this stage of the Work. Quote:
Originally Posted by Helios Sunrider "And as for the book, remember: It's only dangerous if you read it. And there's nothing in there that I could ever want." Damian punctuated this by pointing at himself, and then moving the finger in her direction. "But an alchemist? The possibility of living forever? To bring back the dead? Even when it's done with the most noble of intentions, it all ends in horror." He could go from joking to serious at the drop of a hat. "But, I trust you even more than I trust myself. So, there's nowhere safer in the world." With that finger he turned on her, Damian gave her nose a little boop. Jane took a step back in surprise, not quite sure where this was going. To get back her bearings, she returned to her ever-reliable standby in awkward situations, intellectual discussion. And really, if he was serious, then he didn't understant Alchemy at all. "I assume you're joking, but you must know that the goal of the Work is not to live forever, but only long enough to complete the Work itself, which can take several lifetimes. Just as the goal of turning lead into gold is in order to afford the supplies, and to give to those in need. Many pursue the Art out of greed or fear of death, but those persons never succeed." She paused here, musing on his last statement--surely he didn't believe alchemists brought the dead back to life; that was impossible, and she chose to ignore it. "And I promise not to try to read the book. I wasn't particularly afraid of danger, only of--what people in the '60s used to refer to as 'bad vibrations.'" |
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