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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>The letter was not especially forthcoming when it came to details. It was delivered anonymously early this morning requiring the presence of Highlady Longtail at a specific address at a specified time in order to teach a member of the Spyguard to prepare and develop pictures from her 'Camera' as a show of goodwill to the Good family. It bore the official royal seal and was signed by Sirus himself. The location in question seems to be a small, private alchemical laboratory and apothecary. The sign on the door says that the shop is closed.<br> <br>Flora rolls her shoulders lightly as she makes her way through the academy district, tails flicking behind her. Over her shoulder, she's carrying a bag, filled with several flasks of specific chemicals and mixtures, each of them padded around to avoid too much movement of the flask. Along with that, the bag contains a cloth sheet and a few wooden struts. |
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| + | A knock on the door, a tailflick as Flora waits. "Yes? Flora was going to offer a LongTech Industries' employee for the development," she mumbles, her tail swishing, perhaps a bit annoyedly.<br> <br>The door opens to reveal a tall, rather intimidating doberman in the long, black coat of a spyguard. "Highlady," he says, with a slight nod, "Please, come in. I apologize for any inconvenience. Did you bring any guards with you? I fear they will have to wait outside." The tall canine ushers Flora into the closed apothecary and firmly closes and locks the door behind her.<br> <br>"No guards," the she-cat mumbles, shaking her head. "Just Bastet. She's coming with," the she-cat notes, resolutely, as she gestures to the golem moving close behind. | ||
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| + | The tigress's tail continues flitting behind her, her gaze moving out over the apothecary. "Too bright. Won't work. Will ruin the pictures. Red light only, too. Needs to be red.<br> <br>"I am well aware, Highlady," the spyguard says, inclining his head toward a door behind the apothecary counter, though he seems just a little displeased with the way the golem pushes him aside while he tries to close the door. After the mechanical cat has passed, he locks up and leads the way into the back room. | ||
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| + | Back here, the lone window has been carefully covered and a heavy curtain blocks the door to the front of the shop. A long table and a number of wide, flat dishes have been laid out, with small mathemagical lamps giving light to the room. The canine mutters something and traces a finger along each lamp, causing it to dim to a lurid, red glow. "Will this do, lady?" he asks.<br> <br>"Better. Good enough. Probably," the cat mumbles, pulling out her flasks. "Name?" she questions, brow raised, her tails still twitching. It's clear she isn't exactly pleased with the arrangement, considering she's basically handing over her company secrets to a complete stranger. | ||
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| + | "Need flat bed. Glass. Also tongs," she continues in either case, as she places her flasks, marked with specific tags, onto a free countertop.<br> <br>The big doberman perks an ear and looks a little confused at the questions. "What do you mean na-" he starts, then seems to have a sudden realization, "Oh yes, just a second." The dog's features start to shift and soften a bit as his ears start to stretch. And stretch. And stretch. His short, dark fur becomes fluffier and lightens to reveal striped, tiger patterns and it is not long before Fenris stands where the doberman was only a moment ago. "Sorry about that," Fenris says, "I don't like to walk around in public wearing the uniform. Not as myself anyway. No one will hire a musician that they know is a Spyguard, after all." The burly bunny reaches under the table and produces the requested items. "Anything else we need?" he asks, apparently oblivious to the possible, and probable effects this kind of reveal could have.<br> <br>Flora raises a brow, her tails twitching behind her as she watches Fenris take the shape of, well, Fenris. "Few things," she mumbles, pulling out a stranged, folded-up construction from her bag, only to unfold it as a tripod of sorts, with a hook underneath. "Magical lamp here, off. Then the cloth over it. Will take a good while after development." | ||
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| + | "And Flora expects friend Fenris to keep the process a secret. If any other Spyguard need to know, it goes through Flora," she mumbles as she pulls out a couple of sheets of paper, wrapped up in cloth. Finally, two photo-slides. "Camera is easy. This is the hard part, yes. And the unsafe part. Need to work out a safer way to work with the chemicals, sometime." | ||
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| + | It doesn't appear she's responding to the new knowledge -just- yet.<br> <br>"Of course," Fenris says, "That is why Sirus sent me. He thought that maybe a familiar face would make you more comfortable. The tiger striped rabbit stands and watches Flora work with rapt attention. "Just tell me what you are working with as you go along," he says, "I think I can follow if you talk while you work."<br> <br>"Chemicals are marked. LongTech will supply them like that. Don't remove markings, should be okay. Timing is important, and no re-using chemicals," the she-cat notes, her ears flicking lightly as she pulls out a leather bag, containing a pair of leather gloves, clearly bleached by some of the chemicals. "Always use gloves. Not the worst chemicals LongTech uses, but still not good. That one will damage clothing, and will hurt. No lasting damage, as far as Flora knows. May whiten fur. Awful to get out. | ||
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| + | "That one, not so bad," she mumbles as she gestures towards a canister of what seems to be salt.<br> <br>Fenris stands a little back, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his coat. "I hate to ask," he says, "But are you saying all of this from experience?" The bunny is a firm believer in learning from other people's mistakes. Mostly. He pays careful attention to both the ingredients and the process.<br> <br>"Well, some lasting effects. Red skin, mostly. Hurts, apparently. Flora hasn't tried herself. Don't intend to try. Or intend to see what happens when it's not removed quickly. Vapors are awful. Have to get it from vapors. As for experience... Not always Flora's. Is not a bad substance, though. Can rinse of with water. Use as much water as necessary. Always have water nearby. Soap seems to help. Flora isn't sure why, but it helps with the pain, and it reduces redness of skin afterwards. Use a lot of both. Several minutes. Continue for a while even after it stops hurting." | ||
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| + | The cat's tail flicks behind her, before gesturing at the other bottle. "That one only hurts. Maybe some red skin, but far less serious for both. So use the gloves, yes. And an apron," she notes as she pulls the latter from its own pouch. "Closed, leather shoes, too. No open shoes. If shoes are splashed, get new ones. Safer."<br> <br>"Understood," Fenris says, watching Flora work, "I believe there is a spot for that right over there, if necessary." The rabbit points out a small, curtained alcove. "They work with some nasty stuff here sometimes," he says, "I chose it just to be safe." He looks down at his fluffy, exposed lower legs and takes a small step back, away from the pain inflicting chemicals. | ||
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24/3/479
Log
The letter was not especially forthcoming when it came to details. It was delivered anonymously early this morning requiring the presence of Highlady Longtail at a specific address at a specified time in order to teach a member of the Spyguard to prepare and develop pictures from her 'Camera' as a show of goodwill to the Good family. It bore the official royal seal and was signed by Sirus himself. The location in question seems to be a small, private alchemical laboratory and apothecary. The sign on the door says that the shop is closed.
Flora rolls her shoulders lightly as she makes her way through the academy district, tails flicking behind her. Over her shoulder, she's carrying a bag, filled with several flasks of specific chemicals and mixtures, each of them padded around to avoid too much movement of the flask. Along with that, the bag contains a cloth sheet and a few wooden struts.
A knock on the door, a tailflick as Flora waits. "Yes? Flora was going to offer a LongTech Industries' employee for the development," she mumbles, her tail swishing, perhaps a bit annoyedly.
The door opens to reveal a tall, rather intimidating doberman in the long, black coat of a spyguard. "Highlady," he says, with a slight nod, "Please, come in. I apologize for any inconvenience. Did you bring any guards with you? I fear they will have to wait outside." The tall canine ushers Flora into the closed apothecary and firmly closes and locks the door behind her.
"No guards," the she-cat mumbles, shaking her head. "Just Bastet. She's coming with," the she-cat notes, resolutely, as she gestures to the golem moving close behind.
The tigress's tail continues flitting behind her, her gaze moving out over the apothecary. "Too bright. Won't work. Will ruin the pictures. Red light only, too. Needs to be red.
"I am well aware, Highlady," the spyguard says, inclining his head toward a door behind the apothecary counter, though he seems just a little displeased with the way the golem pushes him aside while he tries to close the door. After the mechanical cat has passed, he locks up and leads the way into the back room.
Back here, the lone window has been carefully covered and a heavy curtain blocks the door to the front of the shop. A long table and a number of wide, flat dishes have been laid out, with small mathemagical lamps giving light to the room. The canine mutters something and traces a finger along each lamp, causing it to dim to a lurid, red glow. "Will this do, lady?" he asks.
"Better. Good enough. Probably," the cat mumbles, pulling out her flasks. "Name?" she questions, brow raised, her tails still twitching. It's clear she isn't exactly pleased with the arrangement, considering she's basically handing over her company secrets to a complete stranger.
"Need flat bed. Glass. Also tongs," she continues in either case, as she places her flasks, marked with specific tags, onto a free countertop.
The big doberman perks an ear and looks a little confused at the questions. "What do you mean na-" he starts, then seems to have a sudden realization, "Oh yes, just a second." The dog's features start to shift and soften a bit as his ears start to stretch. And stretch. And stretch. His short, dark fur becomes fluffier and lightens to reveal striped, tiger patterns and it is not long before Fenris stands where the doberman was only a moment ago. "Sorry about that," Fenris says, "I don't like to walk around in public wearing the uniform. Not as myself anyway. No one will hire a musician that they know is a Spyguard, after all." The burly bunny reaches under the table and produces the requested items. "Anything else we need?" he asks, apparently oblivious to the possible, and probable effects this kind of reveal could have.
Flora raises a brow, her tails twitching behind her as she watches Fenris take the shape of, well, Fenris. "Few things," she mumbles, pulling out a stranged, folded-up construction from her bag, only to unfold it as a tripod of sorts, with a hook underneath. "Magical lamp here, off. Then the cloth over it. Will take a good while after development."
"And Flora expects friend Fenris to keep the process a secret. If any other Spyguard need to know, it goes through Flora," she mumbles as she pulls out a couple of sheets of paper, wrapped up in cloth. Finally, two photo-slides. "Camera is easy. This is the hard part, yes. And the unsafe part. Need to work out a safer way to work with the chemicals, sometime."
It doesn't appear she's responding to the new knowledge -just- yet.
"Of course," Fenris says, "That is why Sirus sent me. He thought that maybe a familiar face would make you more comfortable. The tiger striped rabbit stands and watches Flora work with rapt attention. "Just tell me what you are working with as you go along," he says, "I think I can follow if you talk while you work."
"Chemicals are marked. LongTech will supply them like that. Don't remove markings, should be okay. Timing is important, and no re-using chemicals," the she-cat notes, her ears flicking lightly as she pulls out a leather bag, containing a pair of leather gloves, clearly bleached by some of the chemicals. "Always use gloves. Not the worst chemicals LongTech uses, but still not good. That one will damage clothing, and will hurt. No lasting damage, as far as Flora knows. May whiten fur. Awful to get out.
"That one, not so bad," she mumbles as she gestures towards a canister of what seems to be salt.
Fenris stands a little back, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his coat. "I hate to ask," he says, "But are you saying all of this from experience?" The bunny is a firm believer in learning from other people's mistakes. Mostly. He pays careful attention to both the ingredients and the process.
"Well, some lasting effects. Red skin, mostly. Hurts, apparently. Flora hasn't tried herself. Don't intend to try. Or intend to see what happens when it's not removed quickly. Vapors are awful. Have to get it from vapors. As for experience... Not always Flora's. Is not a bad substance, though. Can rinse of with water. Use as much water as necessary. Always have water nearby. Soap seems to help. Flora isn't sure why, but it helps with the pain, and it reduces redness of skin afterwards. Use a lot of both. Several minutes. Continue for a while even after it stops hurting."
The cat's tail flicks behind her, before gesturing at the other bottle. "That one only hurts. Maybe some red skin, but far less serious for both. So use the gloves, yes. And an apron," she notes as she pulls the latter from its own pouch. "Closed, leather shoes, too. No open shoes. If shoes are splashed, get new ones. Safer."
"Understood," Fenris says, watching Flora work, "I believe there is a spot for that right over there, if necessary." The rabbit points out a small, curtained alcove. "They work with some nasty stuff here sometimes," he says, "I chose it just to be safe." He looks down at his fluffy, exposed lower legs and takes a small step back, away from the pain inflicting chemicals.
