★Would you drink the person aboves potion?★

He looked at the potion that had been shoved into his hand. It was a very pretty vial and the liquid itself was even more impressive. Looked better than anything he’d ever be able to make. Still. He did not feel like drinking it. 

After that experience at the tavern outside the coerthas outpost, he did not trust anyone with handing him drinks anymore unless it was from one of the Scions. That was one of the few moments that he feared for his life as he passed out on that cold wooden floor.

He looked back at the potion and decided to discard it once Robyn was out of reach. He felt horrible for doing it but his trauma has taught him to trust nobody.

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“Now… Alchemy is not my strong suit, at all. I’m not sure if it will fry your insides or not but I mean, it didn’t explode so it should be fine.” He handed them the vial.

“Though I suggest not drinking it, just to be safe.

Liliux shook her head with a smile, "Can't be as bad as me!" she replied with a happy hum. The extremely excited satyr glanced towards N'arfi; jumping with literal excitement as she clasped the vial; something whispered in the back of her mind as if someone told her not to drink random potions before; she happily shrugged it off as she shoved the potion vial down her gob as if it were a shot of alcohol. She opened her eyes, glancing down to see that she is not dead! "Woo-hoo!!" Liliux happily cheered as she clapped her hands; applauding the male who had handed her the potion; she did a little twirl in her dirtied white dress, seeming rather pleased with herself. Though she didn't know what that did to her if anything, 'Well,' she thought, 'That's a problem for future Lili!' and, with a happy smile, she scattered off to the next sorry soul to interact with her child-like demeanour.

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An overly excited Satyr thrusted a vial of red, sloshing liquid into your hands; it had hints of orange and yellow brewing below the red with a bubble-like texture, "I saw a potion that looked like this once!" she replied, "Well, no, not really- That one was a lot nicer- and a lot clearer" she nodded her head, examining her vial and the memory of the other one. "It was made; by a talking book." She hummed before shaking her head, seeing that she was getting off-topic as she continued rambling, "and uh, definitely didn't have the weird bubbles at the bottom- but- anyway!" the satyr flailed her hands around before continuing, "My friends and I threw it out of a window and it went KA-BLOOEY!" Liliux would demonstrate the throwing motion before charading a big explosion; "I think it took out an entire chunk of the castle grounds!" she relayed, before quickly remarking, "It was just grass though, so it was fine!" before continuing on her spiel, "I do feel sorry for the gnomes who had to help clean it up though..." she muttered, gently shaking her head; "I think some of them caught their buns on fire..." she added. Liliux looked back up at you, genuinely surprised if you were still listening; she smiled and shrugged before dawdling off to a different table filled with empty vials, chucking random things into them without care.

Upon looking down at the bottle, it had a small piece of parchment tied with rope around it; in surprisingly neat writing were the words 'I don't know but, it's a thing!' with a smiley face.

"Uh..." Hazel stares at the potion before her. Never in her years of alchemy has she seen something on this scale, much less filled to the brim with as many sweets as humanly possible. She's left speechless.

After regaining composure, she takes a deep breath. "I'm not gonna lie," she sighed, "I don't even know what half the things on there are." The witch looked at the river of hot fudge with mild disgust. "Sorry. I don't have a very big appetite. I suppose I appreciate the present, but...it's just not my style."

"I am curious, though," Hazel flicks a bit of whipped cream on to her finger. She tastes it and hums with surprise. "I don't know what this is called, but it's very interesting. I think I like it, and may have more. Thanks."

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Rumaging through her bag, Hazel snags a small and thin vile. A torn label on it reads 'TRIAL 1'. On the insite, a deep purple and blue swirl together to form beautiful patterns.

"So," the gardener says, "I've just made the first trial for a potion I've been working on. It lets you breathe underwater and swim like a sea creature for up to 24 hours. But...there are some drawbacks."

"In that time frame, you can only eat like a sea creature. That means your diet is going to mainly consist of...worms or whatever. And after the 24 hours is over and you go back on land, you'll definitely need to learn how to walk again. It's a process that could probably take a while."

Hazel puts the potion vile into your hand. She raises her eyebrow, readjusting her bangs. "Are you willing to test it out?"

*squish squish slorp plap* *SPLAT* While trying to offer the potion to the next OC this little salamander(?) drops from a tree above and happens to land in your potion and absorbs it through their skin
*squish plap thunk* -Splat loves worms-

*squelch squish slorp drip* Some salamander slime drips into your water
-You don't know how you know this but this potion makes you cute for 8 hours, no drawbacks you just turn into a salamander for the time, because being a salamander obviously isnt a drawback right?- 

Splat stares at you expectantly -You won't disappoint him will you?-

"Um."

Tuva-Kalli stared quizzically at the slimy little creature, staring in disgust as a transparent droplet of slime landed in their water flask.

"That's... disgusting. I trust that you're aware of that fact, right?" They delicately shook the beslimed water around, glancing from the mouth of the flask to Splat, then back again several times. "I certainly won't be drinking this, no matter what it- Wait, this'll make me cuter than I already am?"

The jackal-deity seemed to weigh their options for a moment, before firmly deciding that being absolutely irresistible was far more important than health & hygiene. "Well, bottoms up!" They swallowed the potion, coughed several times, and when they were able to breathe normally again... well, they were a salamander, just like Splat. An extremely adorable salamander, yes, but a salamander nonetheless.
"You have got to be joking."

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Tuva-Kalli swirled a bottle of whiskey in one paw, grinning with a sinister edge. A small rattlesnake skeleton was suspended in the amber liquid, alongside a darkling beetle that shone an iridescent violet and the stiff, white-tipped feather of a roadrunner-- certainly not a comforting combination of ingredients, to say the least. The brew seemed to faintly glitter as the setting sun filtered through it.

"Well, hey there, traveler." Tuva-Kalli nodded politely. "If you'd care to take a taste of this here whiskey, I promise you, you'll be as happy as a beaded lizard out in the sandwastes for a year or two-- you'll never get thirsty, tired or hot in the desert, 'n you'll always be able to figure out exactly where you are no matter how barren and landmark-less the place is."
They shrugged as they poured a shotglass of the liquid. "...'Course, I can't promise you'll be able to leave the desert."

Heron plucks the shotglass off the table, and stares into it. Contemplating. Sure, it's a devil's deal, but it does sound nice--it's not as if city life is less of a horrifying trap. To be under a boundless sky without a human soul... such boons would be virtually as good as godhood. And then he contemplates never being able to visit the ocean again, and it's a comically physical pang in the heart. Last time he went so much as three hours inland he nearly lost his mind. He frowns, and sets the little glass back down with a definitive click.

"I'm named after a waterbird for a reason."

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"...I've got something."

Heron nudges something across the table. It's a bottle small enough to fit in the palm of his hand, filled with an opaque liquid of whirling black and white flecks--TV static.
"It lets you choose something to forget." Simple. No drawbacks. A clean erase. His hand lingers by it for a moment too long before he retracts it.

"You can have it." He doesn't want it. His eyes flick up to you. "But you have to do it now." No telling what you'd do with it otherwise.

What an offer. Pony hesitates in silence solely because he wants to look like he's hesitant. He is not. He knows that he wants this, and he wants it badly; it's as if God himself came down and gave him a personal blessing. The look in his tired eyes gives him away. The lieutenant takes the bottle graciously and drinks it... then looks a bit confused... then pensive.

"I... some part of me wishes I knew what I just forgot." A pause. He stares at nothing, brow furrowed. Then, he cracks a sad smile. "I suppose it's for the best, if I wanted it gone so badly. ... Thank you."

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Pony is holding a petite vial, corked. It looks a bit like some mad scientist's test tube. Inside, a periwinkle liquid swirls, laden with fine golden shimmer. It's quite fantastical, a contrast to the man who carries it. They look like they are from two different worlds. Extending his arm, Pony offers it to you. If you smell it, there is an almost indescribable blend of aromas... it is sweet, though, and tempting.

"This is a simple one. It will stop you from dreaming. Forever. No dreams, no nightmares." Looking at him, you have a bit of a hunch that he wants it himself, but he is simply courteous enough to offer it to you first.

"...For me?" The small boy perks his head to one side, and gingerly picks up the vial from the weathered man's grasp. As he explains the effects to Saiph, the little Genome stares in wonder towards the ever-swirling amalgamation of golden and periwinkle tones, smelling-- to him-- like the most calming waft of fresh linen, almost like a bed of lavender.

"I-it can... It can really do that?" He then gasped. "You're-- you're really sure you want to give this to me, sir?" He thinks to himself a little bit... His nightmares, especially some for a boy his age, were terrifying-- so much so that he would struggle sleeping, even in the presence of another who'd keep watch over him. As he looks up, though, he spots the pain in Pony's eyes; it's as if the man wants it more than he does. Saiph frowns to this... and stretches out his gloved hand back towards him, popping open the vial's cork.

"...How about we share? M-maybe we can dream sometimes, but-- b-but it won't hurt so often anymore."

"Hi! H-hey-ho! You there...!" A squeaky voice calls out to you, and soon, a tailed figure prances right up to you. A pair of goggles has descended upon his eyes, and in his hands, a still-smoldering potion was held out towards your direction. "L-look at this potion I made, it's really, really cool!" He exclaims, and swishes it about in front of you. It's purely silver in color, with speckles of muted blues found throughout. It smells of glue, somehow; exactly what did this kid throw into this potion...? Something tells you this is a complete newbie's work.

"A-anyways, um, I-I made it so that I could temporarily block my magical powers, b-but um-- I'm um-- I'm in a pinch and I really-really need some money for an apple or two..." He frowns and droops his tail. "S-so that's-- that's where you come in! Do you wanna have this potion f-for a bit of money? However much c-can get me a few bits of food, please!"

"Huh? And where did you come from, kid?" Lynx gives the boy a calm but cautious glare. "Look, I have no magical powers to block, I'm just a simple dweller. And I- ugh... " The cat's nose wrinkles a bit. "It smells, okay? I'm not gonna drink this. But hey, look. I hardly believe that it's safe, even if you made it for yourself in the first place (take good care of yourself, aight kiddo?) but I think..." He scratches his head and neck "I guess I know a place when I can make a few coins out of that wacky potion of yours. Yeah, here-" He reaches into his bag and stirs his stuff around making a lot of noise of all sorts. "Yeeah wait a sec..." It rustles and clinks and finally he takes out few coins. "Here. Take this and buy yourself somethin' good." Lex gives the boy few big coins and takes the suspicious bottle with tips of his fingers like he's been dealing with something nasty. "Heh. That's a sick bong." He's making a funny face, probably because of the smell and texture of that goopy thing. 

"Well!" He summed. "It's been pleasure, my friend!" Lynx suddenly stood upright and then made a modest but elegant bow. His calm eyes became a little brighter with the sight of a happy kid already running away to give themselves up for adventure. Lex corked the bottle with leftover... soft piece of... something? he found earlier in his pouch when looking for gold. He slmost shoved the bottle in the bag but felt something. "Ah, right." He smiled to himself and reached out to the young one almost gone now.

 "Hey! Kiddo!" He shouted waving vigorously. "You forgot something!" Boy soon came back running and still huffing and asked what's wrong. "Catch!" Cat striked a low throw with a big, crispy bun almost a size of a moderately small loaf. "And this!" Now a high one - a shiny red apple and second, more golden one. "The yellow one's sweeter, a healthy dessert for ya. What?" He frowned humorously. "I know I'm a cat but I do like my apple slices from time to time, okay? Now, take them and go do your stuff. Hit me up when you come up with a potion for algebra. Yes, the whole thing. I just need that stuff easier or gone." Finally, they wave goodbye and go back to their own business. "Whew... algebra... being a self-taught teacher ain't easy. I gotta hit a bar."

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After few hours of gossip, oversharing and a good laugh, your evening draws to an end and it's time to get back home. Just a day ago you were nothing but strangers yet now you can see that your new friend, this stupid giggly lynx in front of you had drunk a little too much for his stupid kitty head. It's all fluffy and puffed up but the brain inside's not that big at all. "I guess I'm gonna hit the rack. Not mine obviously but someone's for sure." He laughed once more and looked you in the eye with a big smile. "Oh, by the way-" The bag rustles again. "I've got something for you. Well, not this one..." He glances at the silvery potion and quickly hides it back. "I gotta sell that thing... Ah, here it is!" Lex puts the elegant, brown bottle closed with a silver stopper on the table and strikes a wide, mysterious grin. "You're gonna like this one." He pats you on the back "It literally makes your wishes come true but be careful what you wish for, friend." and swishes to the other side of the bar, already hitting on some random guy.

The poor writing on the bottle says "d̶r̶e̶a̶m̶catcher" with "wish" scribbled upon. A wishcatcher.

 You look inside. The bottle's dark but you can see that the potion is almost transparent and foggy white in colour, looks like rice milk or some other plant-based drink yet it smells strongly alcoholic... but is it just a drink?

A wish? A wish is what got me into this mess. I'd be an idiot to make another wish now.

Kioku's reservations didn't show on her face, where she kept a polite smile and rubbed her shoulder from the hearty pat on the back Lex gave her. The smell of the potion reminded her of the drinking dates she went on with alcohol much stronger than she preferred (she herself had been ordering strawberry liqueur on the rocks all night, pretending it was a recommendation from a friend), and she made up her mind that she wouldn't attempt to drink such a thing. She looked over at Lex and the guy his attention was on. Surely he wouldn't be too disheartened if she didn't drink it, with his focus already elsewhere. 

What would I wish for, anyway? If I wish to forget everything that's happened again, I'll just have another run-in with amnesia. Maybe I'd wish for a really long break...

She recalled Lex's words. 

No, that wouldn't be a careful wish. It would probably put me in the ground.

She placed the bottle on the counter and ordered another drink from the bartender instead. 

In the library, the woman behind you looked through books, with a stack of old manuals in her arms. She didn't look like the type to need technical manuals -- maybe she was a student, or maybe a teaching assistant finding materials for a class. Despite the library's need for quiet, she muttered to herself in a voice not befitting her outgoing appearance. 

And then she tossed the manuals onto your table and pulled up a chair. "I hope you won't mind if I sit here," she said, her voice now smooth and bright. "I have to find a particular book before the library closes." She placed a few more belongings near you: a phone in desperate need of charging, a small set of screwdrivers, and a clear pot of dark liquid. 

She gestured to the liquid. "Potion of staying awake all night," she mused. "Want some? You look like you've been here for a while, too. Maybe we'll both need it."

The liquid was as watery as it was dark, and it had a tart, earthy smell to it. It steamed its mystical steam -- it was rather decidedly not the enchanted smoke of a magical elixir, more of the result of it previously having been boiled -- and still radiated calm heat.

"It's there if you want it."

vvv This is awesome!! Thank you!!

Kvroii

A man with strawberry blonde hair steps into the fray, and he peers at the potion presented to him, eyes settling on the dark liquid. The faint wisp of a smile decorates his features, and he throws his head back and laughs.

"Oh, I don't need it," he is quick to reply, voice cheerful, but he produces a glass from his coat and pours himself a cup of the potion nonetheless. He raises it to his lips and takes a sip, more to assess the taste than anything. Regardless of the taste, he is quick to gulp the rest of it down. 

"But thank you for the offering, dear one. I quite appreciate it."

With that in mind, he clasps his hands together, and his golden eyes glitter with something akin to mirth, and his smile widens.

"Now, you said you were looking for a book — I could help with that."

Luomasi's Abstraction is a twisted realm, the skies horribly dark. But that is not the highlight of this visit, as you find yourself within a dark structure, decorated with twisted furniture, some of them appearing to ooze with a black liquid. The Edeia, in his humanoid form, has seated himself on a chair facing a small table, his gaze on the empty chair at the other end as he waits for you to take your seat.

He takes out an elaborate bottle and places it on the table in a manner that is almost reverent, and that is where you see its contents clearly: a peculiar deluge of black and red swirling against the glass, glittering in a way that it is tempting, much like those pools outside the building that tell you to sink.

"A little present, if you will," the redhead says, his voice cheerful, "an elixir of corruption, so you can let go of all those silly ideals and that image you adhere to. It's only temporary, but you're free to judge if you still want to hide that intrinsic corruption within."

What sat across Luo was someone he probably wasn't expecting as the short king hung his head high at the Edeia of Corruption. He was skeptical, as he stroked his chin with exaggeration, pondering at the fellow sir's offer. Would his swag be tainted by the effects? He wasn't sure for real, as his chain jingled with every movement he gave.

"Ayo, fo' real Luo, real bro question. Will this make Jagger edgy?" He exclaimed, jumping on the table to ask it straight in Luomasi's face.

You can't be serious.

"Jagger can't work on new catalogues and designs if I become too close minded fo sho! Ain't no shame to the edgy ladies and gents, but Jagger needs to have his full clear and creative mind when he workin' on what he loves. Dis ain't gon' work, Luo." The short king stepped downed from the table, sitting back in his chair. "I do what I love because it brings the real me, fo' real. A me that little crab Jagger couldn't neva get. Sorry fam."

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Standing outside of his shop, was a stand similar to a lemonade stand. Packed with cups, Jagger's very magic was siphoned from his fingertips. His glowing gold magic dispensed like a soda into the cup, with a fun, playful fizz.

"It that time of year again. You tired of being in that body? Maybe you tired of being in rags all the time? Lots of people are, and they wanna express them real selves. I got you homie - a potion that lets you change anything about yourself! ... physical wise, sorry, can't do mental stuff for real. Harmful sometimes really."

He sits the golden cup on his stand, gesturing his hands to it, hoping someone would take it perhaps. "If you ain't satisfied, Jagger can turn you back. Free o' charge."