Raidou

Washing his hands in a basin, scrubbing feverishly the odd scents of various plants off in a very medical polishing. Walking down the length and twisting dials sees the small bluish flames caught against the bottom of large alembics cease. The contents of purples and blues stop boiling, and Raidou removes a couple surgical tubing section and corks the ends to prevent vapor buildup in the lines. Then to the counter tops, applying a few toppers to small bottles and vials. One by one with a glass rattle they are added to an array of shelving, joining their brothers in a vibrant myriad of bottled

"Actually." Raidou remarks folding the book shut, rolling his neck for a moment to correct the slight build of stress. "I can check on Kasumi anytime. She knows how to contact us if there is ever a problem. Last I heard she has her hands full..." lifting a hand to his mouth and offering a single sharp cough as to charade his meaning without saying more. "Also, if you feel like some better equipment would make it easier then let me know. I have no qualms making changes to suit your needs." A single flashback jumps behind his thoughts. A singular smile follows it. "I think we should go toge

Adjusting one of the many books in front of him, sliding it open and beginning to write a few things on the pages. A number of different formula, that still lingered on his mind. The current one: Mouth safe teleports, useful when your hands were not free. "Raserei seems to be settling in nicely." the boy comments, putting down the pen and raking the hound. A slide into his pocket sees a familiar lightly orange colored disk offered. What followed were a few sizeable crunches that left bits and pieces on the floor briefly, before a warm tongue left tiny wet prints on the floor. "Yeah, I'm h

The reflection of a pair of lenses on the bridge of his nose, catching a glance of sunlight causing two white spheres to rush across a hardwood floor. In typical black attire, something simple and comfortable. An early bit of intrigue without motive, just satiating his academic curiosities on a nigh endless supply of herbs and tinctures. "Good morning." Raidou remarks in a chipper tone, moving to the table and beginning to unload a couple books to its surface. A pair of socks on hardwood shuffle to a nearby cabinet, finding a set of ceramic drinkware on platter and helping it to the surface.

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NIGHT seemed to freeze, as a glass in her grasp began to splinter and fracture with her clutching it so tightly. He'd allow in silence for the girl to speak her piece, something stewing beneath. Milling about behind an insistent parade of tapping and small give-aways that played through body language. Others within the building seeking solace behind any object they could muster to place themselves between the tension from two players accented and of obvious higher levels. Seeking shelter from the conflict. It wasn't until the girl would leave, presumably hunting for her own exit, that Raidou b