SnitchSeeker.com - View Single Post

Krel Ansell · 11-02-2016, 08:29 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by TakemetotheBurrow

Blaire had slipped in right after Val, her mind still swimming with thoughts of temporal healing. She'd just recently read a fascinating article on the subject and had been writing out her own findings when she realized it was time for the meeting.

"Morning all. Hello Minister." A polite nod was given as the time manipulation specialist settled in her seat, gaze shifting from one blonde to the other before settling finally on her department head. It wasn't every day the minister attended department meetings and she was quite curious to hear what this was about in the event that it wasn't simply a formal introduction opportunity.

Adam was late. Late and smoking a bit around the edges. His black hair was standing up at odd angles and sporting some mysterious gray and pink streaks. He had done his best to smush his hair back into place and to clean up his shirt, but he hadn’t been able to do much besides change into his spare labcoat (which still had a green strain on the right). It hadn’t been the brightest idea to start that potion last night, but Adam wasn’t the most brilliant at making decisions when he was excited and well, he had been waiting a long time for his brand new Lovage plant to bloom so he could use the petals in his experiment. Sadly, he had miscalculated something and the potion had gone poof-boom-bam!, instead of sissle-hissle-piff.

Despite his attempts at cleaning up his appearance, he hadn’t realized in his haste to clean up the lab that the potion explosion had singed off a good portion of his left eyebrow. Worse though, was that he was now too late to fix himself a plate of something to nibble on.

Adam took a deep breath, cracked opened the door and slipped into the room hoping he hadn’t missed anything too important. He grabbed the first chair that was vacant and happened to be to the right of Blaire. He sat down, making an odd hissing noise and smelling vaguely of chocolate-pineapple and campfire. “Vhat,” he whispered to Blaire. “Did I mist?”

11-02-2016, 08:29 PM	#10 (permalink)
Krel Ansell Mooncalf Join Date: Jul 2003 Location: Drowning in files Posts: 7,071 x1	randomly tagged \| Norbert(a) \| The Wandmaker (tm) Quote: Originally Posted by TakemetotheBurrow Blaire had slipped in right after Val, her mind still swimming with thoughts of temporal healing. She'd just recently read a fascinating article on the subject and had been writing out her own findings when she realized it was time for the meeting. "Morning all. Hello Minister." A polite nod was given as the time manipulation specialist settled in her seat, gaze shifting from one blonde to the other before settling finally on her department head. It wasn't every day the minister attended department meetings and she was quite curious to hear what this was about in the event that it wasn't simply a formal introduction opportunity. Adam was late. Late and smoking a bit around the edges. His black hair was standing up at odd angles and sporting some mysterious gray and pink streaks. He had done his best to smush his hair back into place and to clean up his shirt, but he hadn’t been able to do much besides change into his spare labcoat (which still had a green strain on the right). It hadn’t been the brightest idea to start that potion last night, but Adam wasn’t the most brilliant at making decisions when he was excited and well, he had been waiting a long time for his brand new Lovage plant to bloom so he could use the petals in his experiment. Sadly, he had miscalculated something and the potion had gone poof-boom-bam!, instead of sissle-hissle-piff. Despite his attempts at cleaning up his appearance, he hadn’t realized in his haste to clean up the lab that the potion explosion had singed off a good portion of his left eyebrow. Worse though, was that he was now too late to fix himself a plate of something to nibble on. Adam took a deep breath, cracked opened the door and slipped into the room hoping he hadn’t missed anything too important. He grabbed the first chair that was vacant and happened to be to the right of Blaire. He sat down, making an odd hissing noise and smelling vaguely of chocolate-pineapple and campfire. “Vhat,” he whispered to Blaire. “Did I mist?” __________________ Last edited by Krel Ansell; 11-03-2016 at 12:08 PM.