The Chosen Victim
@shuliing
December 18th, 2020
Spade faction, Triage CenterÂ
The Wild Hunt, which marked the beginning of Yeon Nen, was two days and two nights away. That was much shorter than the hours Marcus had thought was left in the time bank for him to get it done - restocking the medication storage with potions for arthritis and epilepsy.Â
That explained why while most of others were busy themselves with preparations for the winter festivities, Marcus buried himself in the Triage Center, with a suspicious amount of mistletoes piled up on his working desk. The good (or not?) side of this was the Misfits squad was there to help, as they would always do whenever he was, and wasnât, in need. Now that Marcus got a bunch of mistletoes and empty vials, with two Master Sergeants and one First Sergeant at his service, the Emitter wished that he had known how to clone himself - one for making the potions, the other to keep his young friends entertained.Â
Clayton was almost always the first to pose questions, about whatever had made their way into his racing mind. For this chaotic evening, the mistletoes were the obviously the star, since no matter how far their conversation went, it ended up being put under the spotlight again. Right then, Marcus was briefing to his friends, for the third time in the night, about what he would do with all the mistletoes heâd got. Â
âSo basically, let them dry, get rid of the useless parts, slice and mince them, then boil them with a few more things over there,â his thumb pointed aimlessly at the enormous wood shell behind him, which was always filled with colorful vials and bottles in different sizes and shapes. Marcus couldnât tell exactly what the trio was doing, as he needed to focus on watching closely over two boiling cauldrons in order not to ruin either of them.Â
Another question about the usage of mistletoes, from Lailah or Shuling he wasnât able to tell, and didnât need to, since he would reply to it anyways. âWell, as you can see, itâs an ingredient for arthritis and epilepsy potions. They also help for those who have high blood pressure, and even cure infertility.âÂ
Marcus stopped himself there, for he really didnât have the energy to recite everything heâd learned by hearts from the books, and none of his friends would have got enough patience for that even if he had kept explaining.
His surroundings got oddly peaceful after that. Two minutes of no noises but the quite rumbles of the potions was enough to be alarming, and when Marcus lifted his eyes off the cauldrons to check, he saw three pairs of foxy eyes staring at him.
âI solemnly swear you guys are up to no good,â the Emitter remarked, out of experience. Usually, such expressions on their face would spell bad omen, but since he was trapped with the potions now, Marcus couldnât just run for his life. They wouldnât kill him, Marcus was sure, but maybe plotting something close to it. Â











