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MISSION NAME: Smol fists
CLIENT: Seisyll Canley
CHARACTERS: Closed. Mint Everett-Bailey Arthur
MISSION BRIEFING: See posts. Has Seisyll been capable of sight, he would have been staring shell-shocked at the half-empty bottle in Salvatore's hand as the younger fae stood before him. As it was, Seisyll only felt a horrible sinking feeling at the pit of his stomach.
The fae had introduced his newfound kin to his humble apothecary where he provided various herbal remedies and medicines for the community of Rhyolite Village. Practicing alchemy as both his day job and his primary magic type, Seisyll often experimented in the back of the store. Thus there were often vials and bottles of magical liquids sat about.
What he did not anticipate was Salvatore taking a swing from one. All he heard was the sound of sloshing liquid and his face paled.
His normally calm exterior was faltering. "Please don't tell me you just…" He couldn't even finish the sentence.
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Even as he did it, he knew it wasn't exactly the brightest idea. Yet, he had pressed the uncorked flask against his lips and downed the mysteriously sparkling liquid nonetheless.
Why?
Curisoity.
With a mix of masochism and perhaps the faintest tinge of a death wish.
But what came to him after, as the daylight sky-haired man spoke, was quite unexpected. The shelves he'd been facing became suddenly.. taller. He was shrinking and the flask in his hand was growing.
Within moments he was in the form of a seven year old; his clothes long and extraordinary baggy, having transmuted from a six foot three man to a four foot tall child.
He blinked, his eyes forced upward as he craned his head to gaze at the taller man.
"What the hell.." His voice was no longer tinged with masculinity. Instead it was a kid's squeakier tone, a higher and undeveloped pitch which belonged to prepubescence.
He tried to look at his hands, but all he could see was his long-sleeved arms overflowing over, obscuring his limbs. Had he tried to step, he'd of tripped on the length of his pants and the fallen underwear.
...And that's where and when his eyes widened with horror, as his eyes fell to his now.. tiny.. reproduction organ....
"W..what....."
Too shocked to cover it he just stared at it with horror.
Arthur
Even tho Sei can't see it... LOL. (Post 1)
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What Seisyll dreaded was confirmed by the pre-pubescent voice of his newest fae friend. "Oh dear Nissa…" He cursed and slammed his palm to his forehead. This is what happens when he leaves the labelling of his bottles to the last minute. Given his blindness, he was unable to discern that Sal's immediate concern was his shrunken privates, and wrongly guessed that the now-youth was only expressing shock over his sudden de-aging.
"I – I'm so sorry!" Seisyll cried. "It's totally my fault, I should've been more careful with the labelling!" Panic was beginning to swell up in his chest, clouding his rational mind. "There's definitely an antidote! I know the recipe!" As he spluttered, the man began patting the shelves and benches for the specific ingredients.
"I just… oh Nissa! I don't have any valerian root left!" Seisyll's mind was whirring, sinking deeper and deeper into guilt and self-blame. What kind of friend was he being? Scratch that, he'd met the first fae in his life and not even a day had passed and he already effectively poisoned the man.
"I - I'm so sorry! I'll uh… I'll make it up to you!" In literal blind panic the bluette reached over to clutch at the offending potion and took a gulp from it as well.
Thus where there was previous only one child, there were now two.
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