Yahoo Me {Can be celebrating something of your choice.~}
Leave an “Yahoo Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about our characters celebrating something [feel free to specify.]
Holding the dropper delicately between his thumb and index, the Alchemist squinted hard at the boiling liquid within the cylinder, squeezing its rubber bulb with a small amount of force, the drop of liquid dangling right at the glass tipped edge.
It had been hard to find the ingredients he needed — apparently the herbs he required for his concoction. Notturno version Dieci, or the Nocturne of Destruction version ten, had been a new challenge to the Alchemist. To create something new was one thing, but to improve on something that had existed before hand — with nine versions before hand, it was a challenge. Difficult, but not impossible.
And here he was, one last drop to prove the potency of his potion. Sucking in a clear breath of air, Jolly applied sharp pressure to the rubber bulb, one drop of clear liquid dripping from the glass tip, falling into the boiling concoction with a ‘plop’.
A second, two seconds, three seconds. Time passed and all was silent with the exception of the ticking clock that reminded him of each interval between seconds.
So it had failed. Blowing out a sigh, the Alchemist dropped the glass dropper into the sink, pulling off the dark gloves he adorned on both hands before turning on the sink, allowing the water to run.
He shouldn’t have failed. He couldn’t have failed. According to his research and theories, he had been careful with the herbs he chose, selecting the ones that he knew for sure wouldn’t have clashes in chemical properties. He had added proportionate amounts as well.
What went wrong? The sentence kept repeating itself as the Alchemist washed silently.
It was then that a sizzle in the silent lab snapped him out of his trance. Pausing in the scrubbing, Jolly heard it again — a pop and a sizzle this time. Violet hues darted quickly to the beaker filled with clear liquid, which now sported violent bubbles, the sizzles like a harmony to the pops, filling the silence with it’s melodies.
The clearness of the liquid turned blue, darkened into red and finally, finally faded into an amethyst purple. Having seen the whole process with unblinking eyes, the Alchemist couldn’t believe his sight. Never had any of the Notturno concoctions taken so long for a reaction to occur. Perhaps it was the sign he was looking for — the sign that the Dieci being the most potent out of the ten versions.
He felt the muscles at the corner of his lips tug into a smirk, a sinister one, that he was sure of, as his mind cooked up what would be a semblance of a practical joke to Jolly.
Slipping an ungloved hand into the pocket of his heavy, black cloak, Jolly flipped open his cellphone, fingers furiously flying over the flat keypads that sang with in accordance with every click.
"Arthur," his customary smooth drawl escaped him as the Alchemist greeted the black magician on the other side of the line. "I’ll be over in fifteen, there is something I feel obliged to show you."
Despite the rough beginning, the two magic-fascinated men bonded quickly over their common interest, and of course, there was no one better than Arthur to be the first candidate for him to present his newest, most improved potion.
And when Jolly hears the answers to Arthur’s most carnal desire, it would then be the hour of his true celebration.
(Note: the Nocturne of Destruction is a cocktail Jolly concocted which causes the consumer to answer the questions asked of him or her with their most carnal desires they were feeling at the time of the question asked.)
