[Public] Love Potion Mayhem

[Liarino]

Location: Prontera City
Limit: None
Love Potion Colors: Light blue(Crush). Green(Obsession), yellow (puppy-love), Orange(Possession), Red( Love), pink(desire), Purple(lust), Dark blue (Passion)
Talk thread: OOC Talkin's

With the potions, please choose whichever you are comfortable with. Everyone can have more then one potion spilled on them.
...and the bottles didn't shatter flowing into peoples eyes. OTL

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[Mieux Valentine]

Prontera city was always a place of activity. People were always running from place to place shouting offers of trade, getting together groups for large quests around the vast world that they lived, and a marketplace overflowing with people of every shape and size. Venders’ lined the wide streets offering their goods to battle weary travelers; or stocks of bulk potions for the groups heading out. Though there were many of this class of people, one booth in particular stood out.

This peculiar cart was one draped in vibrate colors and fabrics; each with patterns of flowers and monsters woven through the fibers as if they were picture books. The stand itself was filled with bottles of different types; each more interesting then the next. Some were ovals; some were triangles, even ones that looked as if they were coiled snakes. Each of these interesting containers was filled to the brim with bubbling solutions that appeared to be almost moving. Fabrics were another thing on the cart; plenty of odds and ends needed for travels, but most were overpowered by the oddities of the jars and fabrics.

In front of the overly colorful cart, an amister was laying down. Its large head would move up and down every once and awhile; an odd charm necklace that looked as if it was strung together by floss and wine corks bobbled and jingled as it did. If one were to look closely at the beast, they’d notice a large feather strung to its stubby tail by string of the same type.

Who was running this oddity of a cart? Why an alchemist by the name of Mieux Valentine. His five foot five frame was hidden behind the large draperies of fabric; but on occasion one would hear the almost silent jingle from his single golden sohee bell attached to the side of his head. He wasn’t one to yell about his products; but many seemed to find his cart even if he didn’t advertise. One couldn’t pass up an opportunity to gawk at an interesting stand after all.

It was one of the unfortunate times however when unknowing travelers would approach the cart out of curiosity. Mieux happened to be unloading his cart of some of his spare love potions; planning on offering some free samples to the passing masses as a way to clear up stock. Many of the bottles in his hands would be running past his bottling date; and he’d rather not be cruel and sell expired goods.

Balancing a box of around twelve or so potions, the slim boy stepped out of under the veil of fabric of his cart that protected him from the curious eyes of many. The light assaulted his eyes in an instant, them shutting briefly for protection as he headed for the road. He however failed to notice in front of him was Alleluia resting on the ground, and promptly tripped over him. This action sent the many uncapped potions flying over an unsuspecting passerby populous. Mieux himself landed on his face against the hard cobblestone, letting out a frightened mix between a yelp and a groan.

“S..Shoot… this..is bad...”

The potions that had spilled over the group were a varying mix, from the light blue crushes, all the way down to the dark purple lusts. Whoever got hit with whatever would be in for a surprise; even more so if they got hit with a mix of two. The other problem? The first person in their sight line would be their new obsession.

[Reality]

Clear blue skies with some traces of clouds marked a nice day for Prontera, the capital of Rune Midgard. The biggest city in the kingdom where everyone flocked to, whether it be for the market, partying, tourism, or simply for leisure. The city had many things to offer, especially with the amount of venders lining the sides of the streets with various goods. In addition to all this however, it was almost guaranteed to have atleast one consequence. That consequence? One big, giant clusterf**k of people.

"GIT YER POTIONS HERE, CHEAPEST POTIONS IN TOWN!"

"RARE ITEMS, ONE-OF-A-KIND! LOWEST ONES STARTING AT TEN THOUSAND ZENY!"

"CAN I GET A HEAL, PLEASE?!"

"ANYONE NEED A PARTY?"

Isaac had been shoved, jostled, and sometimes almost getting bowled over by random people in a hurry, getting on with their daily lives. He had dodged a couple, but some collisions were just inevitable. Unable to endure this much longer and feeling rather claustrophobic, he decided to take a shortcut and escaped the crowd and into a smaller street. He let out a huge sigh, and strolled through the street until the end, where it intersected with another major road. Fortunately, it didn't have as many people as the previous pathway he had taken. Then again, it was only near the gates and the streets nearby that were so densely populated with many individuals. That, and the center of Prontera.

Venders and merchants still lined the streets here, though the red-haired Wizard paid them no mind. He wasn't here to purchase anything. Just merely stopping by his hometown before he went back to Geffen for an assignment. His mother's shop was still here, however he had sold the property, finding no use for it. Everything had been moved to Nana's, and inns didn't cost much. Only 5,000 zeny for room, dinner and breakfast.
He decided to stay in Prontera for a day, taking time to pay his respects to his parents by the Church and to rest before hiking it all the way to Geffen. In his arms was a bouquet of plumerias, his mother's favourite type of flowers.

A combination of what sounded like a yelp and groan caught his attention, and he whipped his towards the source... only to find nearly a dozen or so potions traveling in an arc over him and other passerby through the air. They were uncapped, Isaac noticed and could only stare in horror, as liquids of all sorts of colours rained down upon him and passerby within a certain radius. Pink and green liquid splashed over his head, leaving his hair drenched and slightly tinted with a mixture of pink, green, and red coloured hair.

"Damn it, what the hell.. ughhh.." Isaac groaned, along with several others who had been soaked. He shook his hair, flinging pink and green droplets of liquid to the ground.
...Luckily, the bouquet survived with no harm.

[Mixtilly]

[Juniper "Puppy"]

At last, Prontera!

The young biochemist is absolutely thrilled to have finally arrived in the capitol of Rune-Midgard. She travels a lot, but often finds herself in Prontera. She still feels thrilled every time she arrives. This place never gets old.

Juniper whistles to the homunculus following behind. "Come along, Hiro, don't fall too far behi-- STOP HARASSING THE MERCHANTS."

Hiro looks up from the frightened young merchant he was just "playing" with. The merchant is on his back, his upper body supported by his arms. He doesn't look too much older than perhaps 13. His trembling starts to cease as the homunculus happily bounds to his owner. Puppy goes over to the merchant and helps him up. "I'm so sorry, Hiro's just very friendly and rather rambunctious. He didn't mean any harm." The merchant nods and gets up. He brushes himself off and starts yelling out his wares.

Puppy turns to Hiro and scolds him gently. He just rubs up against her and bleats happily. Puppy's face is instantly covered in a smile. "Fine, you're off the hook for now. But no more of that." Her hand goes to her belt and pluck a sucker off. It's a wonder she doesn't get cavities, with all the suckers she eats. She actually has some of the nicest teeth anyone's ever seen.

Not minding crowds, she goes straight through the center of Prontera. She holds her sucker in her mouth here, for fear of dropping it. The sound of merchants yelling their wares, pleads for heals, requests for parties, and normal conversations all become a dull roar in the background as Puppy skillfully weaves her way through the crowd. Of coarse the merchants' shouts are most prominent. A few items are bought, simply because Puppy enjoys supporting the local merchants. That, and she's low on potions. Despite being a biochemist, she honestly couldn't make her own potions to save her life. She also picked up a few things that would allow her to try and make her own potions. Just because she can't do it doesn't mean she never tries.

The crowd of the center fades as she goes onto a side street. She stops to check if Hiro's following. He bumps into her with a surprised bleet and she laughs. A pat on the head follows, then she's off on her adventure once more. She comes to another crowded street, though it's not quite as bad. None of the merchants here have anything that piques her interest. Then, she spots a rather large crowd around a very ornate cart. Curious, she goes over to check things out.

The cart is ridiculously full of items. There are fabrics of every variety possible, odds and ends for every traveler alike, and potions of every color and shape imaginable. Hiro runs off to the homunculus sitting nearby to play with him, but Puppy doesn't notice. She's too absorbed in examining the wide array of potions, looking at what each does, seeing if she recognizes any. The owner of the cart is a fellow chemist, though only an alchemist. She feels a shot of envy. A mere alchemist is able to do so much more than her, a biochemist. She brushes these insecurities off, and goes up to inquire about how these potions were made. The alchemist is unloading another box out of his cart. He was heading towards Hiro and the other homunculus, who was ignoring Hiro. He tripped over it and the box flew from his arms. As the potions rained down on everyone, he face-planted. A yellow potion splattered Puppy's pure white outfit and she let out a distressed cry. What was this potion, what does it do, and is it gonna stain?!

[Spiff]

Prontera – it wasn’t the best place in the world to be, and was a sure guarantee for a headache, but it wasn’t horrible, either. The sun was in the sky today, sky immaculate and the clouds seemingly almost touchable, and with a sigh Nickel decided he didn’t mind all too much. Of course he had to have something in the world to complain about, but in truth it wasn’t all too bad. A drink or two and someone to hit on and today would be complete.

It was lucky in a place such as Prontera that Nickel’s signature quality was agility. People darted backward and forward, vendors screaming out offers in high-pitched squeals that could only remind him all too much of wild animals. Every now and then some type of idiot would nearly bump into him, quite often a novice, but he managed to not get into any serious collateral damage scenarios. Dodging was great. What a great invention.

Wait. Nickel shook his head. No one invented dodging… animals did that too.

…But if there had to be an inventor, he’d surely come up to the plate. The five-foot-eleven-inch blonde laughed to himself as if he had an audience, too cocky to not compliment himself every now and then. The way he saw it, confidence was good for the soul, even if it came solely from personal compliments.

“Oi. You! What’cha think ‘ya doin’?!” Nickel’s short attention span was snapped into focus by a fruit vendor, a stout man with arms crossed in expectation. He hadn’t noticed that his presence there had been well spent spacing out. Riiight.

The gypsy let out a fake cough and imitated the man’s pose. “Excuse me? Try speaking properly and I’ll tell you exactly what I believe I’m doing.” He replied, smug grin plastered all over his features.

“’Scuse me? Yer cloggin’ up good space here, boy!”

Once pegged with a bright blue fruit, Nickel was no longer amused. He grunted and slid away from the cart, shoulders sagging. “Dammmit… no fun good’fer’nothin.” Hypocritical that his language went back to slang, but the whole proper-speaking thing had been a joke to begin. Who actual bothered with that crap?

Luck couldn’t have been on his side today. Indigo-lavender eyes shifted up at a potions cart just as a fleet of uncapped bottles descended like rain upon the nearby crowd, Nickel pertaining to that group of victims. He attempted to cover himself, but a wave of dark-blue and orange found its way over him, dousing his shiny outfit and basically drenching the poor youth. Okay, so maybe he deserved it for dissing proper grammar. But you think karma would forgive such a small thing. Right? Right.

Apparently not.

Groaning irritably, Nickel rubbed his eyes and blinked a few times in attempt to figure out what in the world could have happened, but quite contrarily slipped and fell on his back. “Sh… crap.” Things just weren’t going to get better, were they?

[Dingo]

A light breeze made his cheeks turn red. As he touched his own face with his cold fingers, he started to feel the need of climbing down from the rooftop. Yes, he was sitting beside the chimney of a low house. It was the best place ever. The chimney warmed him up, and this was needed, because he was always kind of cold. A cold feeling ran through his veins, which made him shiver for the next couple of minutes.

It was really lonely. He always wished for friends more than anything, though he couldn't get in contact with anyone. Almost noone knew about his existence. Only some of the professors in the laboratory, and Rekenber himself. He was nothing, but a name, a poor name from the Periodic table.

He couldn't remember a thing. He was still keeping the pages of his handwritten documents - about himself, his memories and his feelings - in his hands. He didn't even know if it was true, if it was his handwriting for real. Just imagine how you would feel after waking up from a nightmare, knowing nothing but the fact that your memories are all gone.
He was almost done reading the last page. His eyes went through the last line over 50 times now. The last sentence made him feel emptier and lonelier than before. "Don't kill yourself." This is what stood there. Finally lifting his blank look from the forest of words written in italics, he put them in his pocket, not even caring about anything anymore.

The sounds of the crowded city didn't even reach his mind that was now filled with confused thoughts. They seemed to get even more far from him than before. He reached out to the clouds that seemed to swim so calm in the skies, that it even hurt him. He tried to stand up, even though there was no energy left in his limbs. As he finally managed to unbend, he walked down to the edge of the rooftop and jumped down like a skillful cat. It was kind of new to him. How the people seemed to be so cheerful, the merchants shouting at other people, some of them got scared, other people ignored them. Even though he felt kind of confused and scared, his thoughts wandered off to a place you wouldn't be able to reach.

So this was the moment when too much thing happened at once. Someone crashed into him, making him lose his balance and trip over another person to cause him to fly straight into a pool of yellow liquid.
He landed with a big "splash" sound. He sat up to look around and realize that he was blushing so hard, that his whole head became red.