Warpatober 2021



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Poison


Staring at the glass bottles before himself, Barthold reached up a hand to refocus the single magnifying monocle that covered his right eye. His golden eyes focused on the bubbling liquid before him, a few unblended clunks danced up and down in the bright colored liquid, but he always expected imperfections. Grabbing a pain of metal tongs, a look of realization hit him as he reached his other hand to make sure his face mask was still on, and thankful that it was as a single bead of sweat rolled down his face.

He had been extracting the poison from one of his plants the last few days, the bare scent alone could send someone into a slumber if inhaled, so who knew what the poison itself could do. Part of him was excited to find out, but he needed to find a victim first for that.

Moving the flask from the gentle flame, he left it on a cooling rack for now so it would cool. After such, he could bottle it up and find a test subject while looking for work. It would kill two birds with one stone, earning him money and also answering his own questions about what he had created.

On a different cooling rack, other bottles were still cooling, waiting for their turn to receive attention and be used for some less than innocent 'fun' among the masses. At least, in Barthold's defence, the people he ended up hunting down didn't just have a bounty on their head for minor offenses. There were cases as such, jaded lovers wanting to teach the other a 'lessons, but he didn't take up such cases as they left a distaste in his mouth. Even hired assassins had standards, even if for a large majority of people that was unthought of.

Sighing, he supposed he had played long enough with his 'toys' (as the other members called it). Grabbing one of the cooler bottles, he oh so carefully bottled a small vial of it, making sure the cap was on tight before it was turned into his pocket. He had work to do, and tests to see through. He wasn't the strongest one here, but one could say he made up for this in many different (and more crafty) ways.