mhh. no. no, ales. you’re not telling things right. spes keeps looking at the assistant, with an inquiring gaze that tells clearly that he’s not believing a single word. he saw ales having to deal with machines that go “a little wrong”, and he never had that face. so either that machine went very incredibly wrong, or behind that door isn’t a machine.
and the alchemist is about to say this out loud, when a roar interrupts him.
confirming immediately the second theory.
« … uhm, ales? » he begins again, his voice definitely FAR more tense now. « i’m really not a machines expert, but that didn’t sound like a machine at all. ales? what’s behind that door? »
Oh no.
He repeated his name more than once in far too little time. He knows what that means.
That he’s knee-deep in shit.
“Soooooooo-” ok, this is a good start. Something better than a blatant lie “You know how-
Like, how you got that one dead rabbit, and you were like, ‘yeah, I’m going to experiment on that, seeing how a corpse reacts to this and that’? W-Well, I read about the dead-alive potion, or... however they called it in that one book you were reading yesterd-”
BOOM!
The door menacingly creaks under the weight of whatever is in there, accompanied by a roar from inside and a yelp from the mechanic, who quickly lies once again on it.
Ok ok ok, time to wrap it up a little faster.
“SO I MESSED UP, I thought I could’ve done it, the mixture was difficult but the spell didn’t seem that hard, I just wanted to-” impress you “experiment, and now that thing is like-- this huge zombie rabbit I don’t know I’m so sorry--!”
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