Nashandra: P-255Y7

An invitation was sent Yorrick's way. His services were required for the upcoming task at hand. In the Cinderfall Tower, Nashandra had selected a room where minimal risks of fire spready could occur. The area looked rather hollow, with the exception of a table set in the center of the room.

What one would notice immediately would be the mad scientist setup that covered the whole table. Heck, it almost looked like some sort of meth lab. Various fluids were held in jars and vials, all of which of quite the peculiar pigmentation. Some was sky blue, while another type would be silvery, almost grey in color.

Equipment was also scattered aorund, and Nashandra would seem to be doing the inventory of her little laboratory. Phygiris, check. Purified greyrot, check. Yokai leaves, check. Basic alchemy tools, check. Everything was here, with a few additives generally used in most potions such as acids to separate some elements from basic ingredients.

This was going to be fun.
(Nashandra)
Yorrick had spent the morning simply staring blankly at the wall in a hungover state, despite the days that had gone by he simply couldn't get the image of the burning bodies from his mind, and when he went to eat meat the smell brought back the memories of the scent of the burning flesh and made him vomit. Not the best of days.

But, he would recieve an invitation to help out Nashandra, and he would stand up with a sigh. He'd not left his house in over two days, but if his friend needed his help then he would help out. He'd shave off the stubble that remained of his beard and would try to make himself look somewhat presentable.

Pulling on his red cape and combing his hair he would finally finish getting ready and he would head out, going to the Cinderfall Tower. He looked around for a little while before coming across the room, looking to the table he'd go wide eyed for merely a moment before going to speak. "Heya Nash." He would say with a smile as he walked to the table and sat down.

"So, what are we working on today? I have some basic knowledge on alchemy, know it better than I know runewriting, and I know runewriting to a decent extent, though I've since given up on that due to life drama making the lessons no longer appealable."

"But I digress, whats up man?"
(Yorrick)
"Miss Nashandra."

There was a lack of any authoritarian tone, as if she were quite distracted. Her eyes kept darting in various directions as it became quite clear the homunculus was dedicated to make her little setup as efficient as possible. Her index wagged and counted the empty bowls set in rows, and then the empty vials. Boy did she seem dedicated.

Finally, she'd peer at the drakanite's direction, but only for a brief moment.

"Mister Yorrick, I hope you are well."

The same disconnected tone as before was employed, with small pauses between words as she fixated a detail in her edifice as if something was wrong.

"Precisely Alchemy. Good, you will be very helpful. I needed an assistant with capabilities in the fiery fields. But looks like you'll do more than that."

Gesturing him to come closer, work was going to begin faster than he would ever expect.

"Make sure you have gloves. Now. Mortar and pestle. I need these Yokai leaves crushed. Well. We will siphon the occultic essence afterward. Can you do that?"
(Nashandra)
Yorrick would place on a pair of gloves and look to Nashandra. "Alright, no real need to be so formal, we're friends and whatnot. But alright, if you insist, Miss Nashandra. However for me, just Yorrick is fine." He would say with a nod.

"And I've been better but I've also been worse" He'd say with a shrug when she said she hoped he was doing well, he was not in the best of mental states at the moment but he had been worse before, so it wasn't too bad, this gave him a distraction.

"And of course I have gloves, no need to worry yourself over my fine self." He'd say with a chuckle before going to speak once more. 'And yes, if your looking for an assistant who knows fire magic, you've hit the jackpot. Mastered fire magic long ago, Shadowflame as well."

"Alright, so. You want me to crush the yokai leaves now?" He'd ask. "As for siphoning the occultic essence afterwards? I mean, I'm an occultist, not a master dark magi but pretty powerful with it, shouldn't be a problem, no worries."

"Shall I begin?"
(Yorrick)
"Perhaps we'll drop the formalities one day. But for now, it pleases me."

A small smirk formed on her visage. A weird quirk indeed. There seemed to be a lack of any ego in this. Perhaps was it some sort of compulsive disorder? Wouldn't be beyond the strange anomaly that was Nashandra.

"I do not worry. I simply do not want to have to be responsible for a skeleton-hands Drakanite. I'm trying to make an impression here, can't have little accidents ruins my message~"

Still a bit sinister with her grin, but otherwise she appeared rather average. Which was out of place given her usually deadpan, disinterested stance of most things.

"I have a rune for the occultic leaves. Magnetizes the occult mana in them. Just grind them and put them in the blue bowl."

With these orders given, Nashandra herself would be conducting her side of the science project. The vial containing the blue fluid would be lifted up, and its contents shaken somewhat. No real reaction could be detected. She'd then end up pouring some of it into a large flask set over a heater.

"Should be easy, really. The issue is to see whether or not it will work."
(Nashandra)
He'd shrug, "Well, if it pleases you then theres no real reason to change it, Miss Nashandra." He would say with a smile and a nod before continuing, "And yes, probably for the best if you don't find yourself responsible for a skeleton hands Drakanite, that wouldn't be pleasant" He'd say with a chuckle before continuing.

"And alright, if you've got a rune then I suppose you've got that part covered, still, felt I should offer. Always happy to help out a friend." He'd say with a nod as he picked up the leaves with his gloved hands and began to crush them up.

The leaves would be crushed and grinded up with his hands as he tossed the crushed bits into the bowl, "So what exactly is all this for Na- Miss Nashandra" He'd say correcting himself, "Some strange experiment perhaps?"

He'd look to the bowl he was tossing the crushed bits into, "Or is it something less exciting, perhaps the worlds blandest salad?" He'd ask, a joking tone to his voice. "Well, regardless. Seems interesting." He'd continue to crush up leaves and toss the crushed bits into the bowl
(Yorrick)
"Yes, we are friends. It is good to have friends, ain't it? Being on your own in a time like this, you aren't going to live long."

She was distracted once more. This time careful with the dosage of the Phygiris sky blue fluid. Drop after drop, she had to have it be perfect. Eventually, Nashandra would seem pleased with the amount, and with that, she'd gesture toward Yorrick.

"The heater is slow to start up. Would you mind igniting it with a particularly hot flame from the start?"

She inquired, eyes peering toward the direction of the Drakanite, expecting the job to be done on point. It was honestly just a question of saving a minute or so!

"It's to treat my brain damage recieved from our previous expedition. Occultic air pressure left a scar, and causes nosebleeds and cluster headaches among other smaller things. This should be an adequate treatment, however."

The crushed leave would be seized, and dragged all the way to the other side of the setup.

"As Phygiris boils, grab me the flask with the silver liquid. And then, taste it."

If he were to do so, he would have the most foul of textures and tastes to ever rub his tongue. It was disgusting, revolting. And very much depraved. He could sense said depravity beforehand, though it'd be particularly off compared to what he had witnessed in his life. As of this had been purified in some way, but it remained corrupt at its core. It was harmless otherwise.
(Nashandra)
He would nod. "Of course we're friends, I helped you attack the sanctuary and whatnot when I barely knew you, I think by now we classify as friends for sure. But yeah, being without friends in a time like this would be maddening. Hell, being with friends in a time like this is maddening." He'd say with a shrug.

"Always nice to feel wanted." He'd mutter offhand seemingly to himself, when asked to ignite the heater he would nod and look at it, focussing on it for only about a second he'd snap his fingers and a bright flame would ignite upon the heater, he'd nod. "There you go, no problem." He'd nod and continue

"You recieved brain damage from our last expedition? Shit man, I had no idea. If you would of told me sooner I would of helped you do this like way sooner, really sorry Miss Nashandra, yeesh, that must be horrible to live with, trust me, I know what thats like. Too an extent"

When asked to pick up the flask and taste it, he gave a curious look. "Uh. Like, I will, but can you give me some warning beforehand? What is this stuff? If you don't mind me asking. Sorry, I'm not trying to slow things down." He said quickly to save time.

(Yorrick)
"If an uprising were to occur, friends are what one will have to rely on. Not that I am aiming to do such a thing. No, not when the world is shifting so rapidly. But one day, leadership will fail, Mister Yorrick. It has already displayed an immense amount of weakness."

She seemed to be ranting, but her voice echoed no emotion. It was odd, as she was certainly capable of at least simulating them. It felt more like she was stating cold facts rather than a prediction or opinion.

"It is of no issue, Mister Yorrick. The concern is duly noted and appreciated. But I needed to conduct my own research. And the stone's rampage limited by abilities."

A gesture of dismissal.

"Avoid pitying me. I engage these things better than most magi. You know by now I am not truly a human."

And then apprehension. Warranted, of course. She wasn't much of a prankster, and certainly couldn't compete with Daddyofive, but she at least tried. One of her tentacles emerged from her back, thick and viscus, as it waved its tip idly in the air.

"Mister Quazla's Attunement ability. Purified a part of my appendage as it is pure nerebian and plague essence. The plague mana within dissolved quickly, and left this muck, similar to what is left after a Neries dies. The taste would have made you vomit."

She explained, proceeding now to nab the flask from Yorrick's hand before dipping the melted tentacle into the bowl with the occult leaves. Once done, there'd be an odd reaction. A rune set in the bowl would activate, and start to fume a purple gas. The occultic mana was being converted, and the leaves were shrivelling up quickly.

"Please do activate the switch at the end of the set, Mister Yorrick? The Phygiris fluid is ready to be filtered. Be too slow and this'll fail ..."
(Nashandra)
"Well, hopefully an uprising does not occur even after the worlds done shifting." He'd say plainly, "It wouldn't go well for anyone."

He would shrug and then go to speak, "And it ain't pity, its concern. Your a friend, if you were going through a bad time I wish I would of been able to help sooner. Bah, who cares if you aren't human, with how many races exist in this country, hell, in this world, its of no concern, still a person, still a friend, still wish I could of helped out sooner."

"And I see, so it was a prank. Well, the great Yorrick will not soon be pranked!" He would declare, when he saw the tentacle he'd just go wide eyed for a moment before simply nodding, "Huh. Neat."

When told to activate the switch and quickly he would nod and his hand would shoot out rather quickly, as he'd always been rather agile and fast, and he'd activate the switch.

"Alright, there we go. Now what happens?" He would ask, this whole situation raised much curiousity in the Drakanite
(Yorrick)
"No, it wouldn't. I agree that avoiding it would be wise."

A dull stare was thrown his way, not exactly too joyful with the pitying stuff. Someone had some ego troubles.

"Then don't be concerned. I am fine. If I was not, I would have asked for assistance earlier."

While she'd actually do so or not was questionable. She had a habit of solliciting people for rather petty things and left the heavylifting to herself. With the switch activated, the blue liquid would travel through the filter, like a typical mad scientist scene in a disney movie.

Barely a minute afterward, the more refined Phygiris would drip out of the tubes and into the bowl that was purifying the occultic leaves. Once the fliuid had contact with both the silver matter and the crushed vegetables, a cloud of blue gas would explode. The odor would be similar to sulfur, quite disgusting.

"Okay. Now, stir it with a spoon until it cools down and the coloring is light grey. I'll get the syringe."

She'd do so, while Yorrick was left with a silver spoon and the bowl with the highly volatile ingredients oozing and emitting steam in massive quantities.
(Nashandra)
He'd look at her and raise an eyebrow.

"Alright man. Whatever you say." He would shrug and lean back looking to the lab equipment as the blue liquid began to travel through the filter, before dripping into the bowl. When the gas was blasted into the air he wouldn't give much of a reaction, it didn't smell great but it didn't compare to the scent of burning human corpses.

"Well, thats quite the powerful scent indeed." Is all he would even say on the matter.

When told to stir it with a spoon until it cooled down, he would nod and grab the spoon he was handed, he'd look to the bowl and shrug, placing the spoon in it and starting to stir it around until it would cool down, not wanting to do it too fast seeing as it appeared to be quite volatile

"So whats the syringe for?" He would ask as he continued to stir, "You injecting this stuff into yourself or something? Is that really a good idea? If you don't mind me asking of course, I mean no offense, I don't doubt your abilities. Simply asking."
(Yorrick)
"Yes, and you'll inject me."

She'd announce now with a sterile syringe. Yorrick didn't have to stir for too long, the solution was quick to bond and form quite the liquid puddle if light grey fluid. The tip of the needle would be set into the solution as she gestured for the drakanite to stop.

The liquid was absorbed intot he medium to inject her. This was a bit of a while approach, as few tests were made. But, it was also her DNA in there, and the products used were far from lethal. Once the right estimated dosage was taken, she'd pas the syringe to Yorrick.

"Inject me in the arm. I recommend you back away afterward. I do not think my body will take it too well at the start."

She'd war him, sleeve risen as he was now tasked to deliver the final step to 'curing' her of her affliction.
(Nashandra)
Yorrick would take the syringe and look to her arm, trying to find the right location to stick it into, once he located the area on her arm he was to stick the syringe in, he would do so and then inject the needle before removing the empty syringe and quickly backing away from her.

"Alright, so, what next?" He would ask, glad to have avoided injury in moving away from her at such a quick pace. "I'd offer you a bandage or something, but I mean, is a syringe injection and we're magi, it'll heal over in like, at most half an hour. At most."

"Gotta love being superhuman." He'd say as he sat back down. "Or super, well, sorry I don't actually know what your race is. My apologies. But I mean, at the end of the day so long as your not a Yokai or a Malpercian it doesn't really matter, still a person. Like, I'm a Pureblooded Drakanite, but I'm still just a dude." He'd say with a shrug.

"Anyway, that good? Like, did it do what it was supposed too do? Whats the situation, what do you wanna do now?" He would ask with a curious tone, seeing as he had nothing else going on. "Anything else to do?" He would ask, waiting on a response.
(Yorrick)
Attempts at humor were met with just a wall. Nashandra wasn't exactly the comedic or receptive type. With the fluid injected into her organism, she'd wait until the needle would be removed to wind her up a bit. Let the blood flow and her muscle adapt.

However, as she were about to say something, her body froze. Odd cramps came to be, all over her being. They made the posture she took all the more uncomfortable, but something prevented Nashandra from moving.

Barely a few seconds later, two of her tentacles emerged and wildly assaulted anthing in the nearby vicinity. Yorrick would be spared from the attack, but the whole setup would most certainly fall flat.

"Damn it ..."

Trying her best to stay on her feet, the homunculus' body was bent over with the appendages waving back and forth. While slick, they hard sharp scales, and could cleanly cut objects that came in their way.

"It's ... ARG ... Tch. It's not processing it well. Get me the blue liquid, quick!"

She'd explaim, her voice now distorted, as if many people spoke at once. Truly the unnerving experience. One could almost notice parts of her body shifting mildly in size, distorted just like her voice. Though it would very brief, and almost seem like an optical illusion.
(Nashandra)
Yorrick saw the reaction and he'd go wide eyed, he saw the tentacles cutting through objects, slashing at the table and whatnot, and he simply looked on in surprise and some degree of fear, though mostly concern. He heard her shout for him to get her the blue Liquid and he looked to the tentacles, if he got near her they would certainly lash out at him.....

But she was a friend, one of few at this moment, so he would close his eyes for merely a second to focus, thats all he needed.

He would quickly shoot out his arm and grab the thing holding the blue liquid, and then he quickly would run to her side, leaping over, ducking under, and sidestepping any tentacle that came towards him in a hostile manner, he'd never been the most physically active, but he was an agile one.

"Here!" He would exclaim as he held it out to her for her to take, concern was clear on his face though he tried not to show it for fear she'd read it as pity or something. "Yo man-" He'd quickly move his head back to avoid a swinging tentacle, "- You got this" He would say as he handed her the blue liquid, hoping he was right.
(Yorrick)
What a shitshow! They were going wild, as if they were convinced they were under threat. It almost seemed like they were sentient in some way, though the reality was that they were behaving in reflex. Just a very violent and defensive reflex. Yorrick wouldn't have too much trouble ducking and avoiding them however, as they kept a predictable pattern.

With the Phygiris brought to her, Nashandra would be quick to down the sky blue fluid. Results came a brief moment afterward, with the tentacles slowly losing their vigour and retreating into her lower back. I turn, her head would be pounding, but otherwise, she was final.

Palm pressed on her forehead, Nashandra appeared quite tired after this whole ordeal.

"Much appreciated. Tsk. While I am convinced it worked, there is still something wrong ..."

Indeed, while the occultic factor was resolved, and her healing capabilities were amped up to fix the damage, the remained the wind-element. Sacks of air in her head, not exactly lethal, but still applying pressure. The issue wasn't gone yet, but at least she was on the right path.
(Nashandra)
He would look to her and go to speak.

"Alright, well, if theres still something wrong then what do we need to do to fix it. I'm in it too win it man, here to help out, Miss Nashandra." he'd say with a nod, "Plus I mean, pretty sure we're going to war soon, should probably do some good deeds to earn the favor of whatever god controls luck, and helping out a friend in need is certainly a good deed.." He'd say with a nod.

"Also damn those tentacles are neat, dangerous as fuck, but neat. Best I've got is wings and horns sometimes, and the ability to turn into a dragon is also pretty cool."

"Still though, doesn't really compare to having extra limbs. I suppose my tail and wings when halfshifted and fullshifted count as extra limbs, but you get what I mean." He would shrug.

"Alright, so, what do we do now?" He'd ask with a curious yet eager tone, "I'm up for anything." He'd say with a nod.


(Yorrick)
"I ... Know how to fix this. Your services are no longer required for the time being."

She'd wave in dismissal, palm still rubbing her throbbing forehead. Comments on the tentacles made her chuckle somewhat, though at this point they would be put the rest for quite a bit of time.

"They are useful. Extensions of my will. My body is capable of many odd things, though this one is the most linear when it comes to uniques attributes."

Sweat was brushed off her forehead as she'd slowly stiffen her posture and present herself as adequately stable once more. Body still overheated, she one could feel the immense amount of energy having been processed in her being emitted all the heat.

"You prepare for the Imperfect if you dare to fight it with the new odds. I am unsure of my presence. But in any case, the world is up for grabs right now. Let's not overextert ourselves just yet."
(Nashandra)
Yorrick would nod

"Well, alright. Was nice talking too you again Na- Miss Nashandra" He'd say correcting himself again, "And I'm glad I could be of some use. If you ever need help again with, well, anything really, feel free to contact me. Or even if you just wanna hang out, thats cool too. I am strong but do not usually have a lot going on, doesn't make much sense." He'd shrug.

"And indeed, they seem quite useful. I will make my departure now so you can be on with your day and whatnot, as you said, I need to go prepare for battle. We can't merely sit by while the world burns now can we? Indeed." He'd say with a nod.

"Anyway, farewell, and I will hopefully talk too you again soon and not die and whatnot. Farewell." And with that he would go to make his departure. Though he would wait for a response if there was one, if not then he would simply give a wave and walk out of the room.
(Yorrick)
Nashandra: I will see you in the battlefield, Mister Yorrick.
Yorrick: Damn right.