by Eridanus on November 18th, 2012, 6:13 pm
"Ah, it's fine, actually," Eridanus declined, though he acknowledged the man's friendly intentions with a grin and a nod. "It'll be faster without me being a burden, yes? I never really liked ships... and the sea..." Oh yes, he had mild seasickness, but of course he never had that diagnosed. All he knew was that he could only truly feel comfortable with his two feet planted firmly on the ground.
"How about you meet me in the University? Look for... Philtering Laboratory 1 in the West Wing. I'll prepare there," He finished, and patting the man on his shoulders, he headed straight to the University.
-= One Bell Later @ Philtering Lab 1, West Wing, University of Zeltiva =-
Eridanus had requested permission to use the lab from the administration. No doubt he had some sort of privilege as a student of the Magic Department, and somehow the staff automatically assumed that he was planning to work magic with the chemicals. Well, he was planning to, but not in the strictest sense of the word. It was less 'technical magic', and more 'oh wow magic' he hoped to achieve.
The glassware were all in place, with the beakers and alembic laid out carefully. In the shelves labelled "Reagents" there was a ready stock of chemicals, with their labels printed on their flasks in clear, block letters. The brass pot that was the directed heater had a ready supply of flammable fat within, and there was a small pile of resin stopgaps on a tray. A candle that measured time stood on a small desk that told Eridanus how much time he had to use the lab, and it also served as a secondary fire source.
"Right, so I need to concentrate the Wood Liquor," He muttered to himself as he poured the flask labelled as such onto a glass dish. Placing it above an iron-legged tripod stand, he used the timing candle to set the directed heater alight, then pushed the brass pot beneath the dish. Immediately, he quickly poured more water to mix with the Wood Liquor, using a glass rod to mingle the contents.
Counting to himself silently, he then took the flask that said "Essence of Fruit" and began to pour some of it into an open mouthed beaker. He then continued to mingle the dish as the contents disappeared in heat, then began pouring the liquid from the beaker into the dish.
"I'll need the alembic soon," He mumbled to himself as he continued.
NOTICE: I am currently mostly inactive til August. As such, guild activities are temporarily halted (watch out for major revamps, changes and organizations when I'm back in full force). Any activity with Eri will be rather slow as well, but I am slowly readjusting back to "Mizahar life", so to speak, so do PM me if we have a thread that I left hanging and we'll talk.
"You must be one hardcore scholar, Eri." (Laszlo)
First winner of the prestigious Mirage's No Kill Medal.