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The Alchemist's Bottle
By Uchiha Xairylle
Potion 1: Speed Potion
"Ah, what the – HEY!"
The red-haired alchemist whipped around only to find a quick arm snatch something from her prized possessions. A bottle has been taken! Her big round eyes looked at her cart with utmost repulsion as her fingers flew to her fuming cheeks. She released a shrill scream as the cloaked person quickly dashed away as if just in one step.
"You thief!"
And in one step, the female alchemist was off towards the direction of her prey. It was a good thing she was able to practice running around with that pushcart behind her.
Her mind was racing with various thoughts. Homicidal ones.
She could still see him… her… him… the culprit. Or at least his or her brown cloak. Oh, yes, she would skin him… her… him. And she would boil him… her… the culprit... in wonderfully brewed oil from scorpion tails and mud lumps and the Medusa's horrendous hair. Oh, yes…
And that would be as soon as she is able to catch… the culprit (without wrecking her nails).
But the streets of Prontera wanted to forbid her of her vengeful thoughts. There were vendors to her left and right; shoppers front and behind – people everywhere! She was dragging her cart a bit messily and the lack of poise she was sporting was ticking her off probably as much as the robbery.
Ding! The light bulb of idea lights up!
She shifted to the right to grab her cart as an evil snicker drew across her lips and a mischievous glint in her eye. Grab the cart. Grip it solidly. And in a full swig of breath and arm strength…
"Cart Revolu— Ah!"
She stumbled and fumbled at the glimpse of the Prontera Guards – Knights and Lord Knights hitched on their Peco. Drats. Even if she did bring her House Auger with her, she might not hit the quick ones.
Plip! The light bulb of idea dies down!
'Pfft Why are the biochemists the only ones allowed to use Acid Bomb, anyway!'
"Oh, dear!" the Kafra girl gasped and snatched her skirts away from the raging alchemist and her cart. But that was of no importance. The thief was getting away!
Eye on prey. Eye on prey. Eye on prey.
"I am so learning Vulture's and Owl's Eye after this even if I have to beat the Archer guild master senseless!" She growled, a hand reaching into one of her bags as she continued to run.
"AHA!" She announced triumphantly, holding up several bottles by its necks between her fingers. She bit the cork off one (a bit nasty but also cute) and spewed its contents across her feet (this must not stain her lovely boots). Tiny wings of seemingly magical dust spread from her ankles and she sped off as if riding on a Peco who had lately eaten hot sauce.
'Mental note: Send thank you note to vendor of speed potions.'
"GET BACK HERE, YOU!" she screamed at the robber who lost no time to even look at her (and her beauty). But it didn't matter because she (and her beauty) was not to be looked at by someone as undeserving as this thief. Bottle after bottle she emptied at her feet as she ran across Prontera and causing casualties as she went about. She sent a novice into coma, a swordsman in stun and an archer into bleeding.
A little more… Almost there… BINGO! She was able to grab the end of this pickpocket's cloak!
KABLAG!
"OWIE!"
It was from the side. Something bumped into her. She bounced off, her bottom hitting the street and her short skirt revealing more than what was wanted of her creamy legs. And the archer classes thanked the heavens for Vulture's and Owl's Eye.
"What hit me…?" she rubbed her head, "Omg, am I scathed!?" And she began checking her self as she darted and stood up. That was when it hit her. She was holding the cloak the robber had been wearing. Her eyes probed the crowd 360˚ only to try again and fail.
She had lost the culprit and was left with only his (her?) cloak!
"Excuse me but…" a male voice. The alchemist's eyes darted towards the direction of the voice and in front of her was a brown-haired blacksmith sitting in front of her. And as soon as she was able to look at him was all the time she needed to grab him by the collar and say, "Do you realize what you did by bumping into me!"
"Well, it's not my fault that you were in the way!" he replied, his eyes narrowing towards her.
"In the way!" she yelled and released him with a push as she stomped in disappointment, "In this large crowd and wide streets, why was I the victim of this, oh, Lord Odin. Why me!"
"Perhaps you should lose some extra weight, then." The blacksmith said mindlessly, "You're some mass of mutton in the middle of the street."
Did that mean she was fat?
There goes the angry vein on her forehead.
"Did you just call me FAT?" she glared.
"Hey, you!" another loud voice came from the approaching Knight from behind, "What's the big idea causing such a ruckus, you alchemist witch!"
Did that mean she was ugly?
"Did you just call me UGLY?"
Oh, holy hell. The gods forgive her!
"CART REVOLUTIOOOOOOOOOOON!"
The gods forgive her, indeed.
End of Chapter 1 –
AN : If you noticed that there are no names, it's okay. The next chapter will have them. grin