That's right! My first update in two months! o.O it seems to be a pattern of mine. I decide to quit something then come back two months later, not one month or never, but always two months... huh... well I didn't really quit... I just got lazy heh. For those of you that didn't read my profile, after I finish my current fics, I'm leaving Tamora Pierce fics entirely. I'm going back to my anime and manga love - I know I've said this alot but I'll say it one more time. --.--" I feel like I'm changing schools... Also, some of my fanfics are coming dow but I guess it's not a suprise. Man, my writing style has really changed too. I look back at my fics and cringe at the OOCness. But...anyways, enough talk about this, read my profile for more information. And... on a lighter note, I just got a laptop - Which is good news for you guys cause it means updates, updates and more updates!
Adventures In Numair Salmalin's Workshop
By: KatYoukai
Chapter 3: Trouble With Magic Part 2
Alanna walked down the hallway to see a troubled looking Numair staring at a glass vial he held in his hands. She frowned, that look always meant trouble.
Alanna: Uh... Numair...?
He looked up at her then suddenly, his face lit up with a grin. Uh oh...
Numair: Alanna! Just the person I need! Would you mind testing out this antidote for me?
He waved the vial. The lioness swallowed and backed up.
Alanna: Uh,uh, no way. Not after last time! You almost got my squire eaten by pink fluff balls!
Numair: -smirks- Ah, but this is for the good of the kingdom. I need someone to be my guinea pig for this antidote. How else will I turn that puddle of neon yellow back into our king?
He watched with amusement as the ladyknight's face turned pale in horror.
Alanna: WHAT DID YOU DO?
Numair: -shrugs- He drank my potion and melted. It's not the first time something like this happened you know. I don't need to go into details.
Alanna looked from the vial to Numair then back to the vial, her face contorted in indecision. Finally, she heaved a shuddering sigh and snatched the antidote out of the Black Robe's grasp, gulping it down. Nothing happened.
-silence-
Numair: -eyes widen- Uh... Alanna... You're... my god...
Alanna: What?
She tried to move her leg but it wouldn't move. She looked down in horror to discover her legs were now made of electric pink marble.
Alanna: Oh- OH MY GOD! N-NU-NUMAIR! YOU FUCK, WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME?
Numair: I believe you're turning into pink marble.
Now the marble was up to her chest. Numair starts backing away.
Alanna: -waves arms frantically- Don't run! Do something!
Now it was up to her shoulders. Numair begins to run.
Alanna: Numaaaaaiii--
The now fleeing mage spared a glance back at the electric pink statue that was pointing accusingly at him.
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Numair: Okay! This time I'm sure I got ti right!
He walked out of his workshop, holding the bottle in triumph, only to walk into a furious, lime green Wildmage.
Numair: -gulps- Oh hello my dear, whatever are you doing here?
Daine: -snatches bottle- Gimme that, bastard!
Numair: I wouldn't drink that if I were you...
She ignored him.
Seconds ater she chugged down the potion, Daine returned to her original colour. Numair gaped in disbelief that one of his works had actually worked.
Daine: What do you know, it actually worked!
Numair: -pouts- You say that like my workings always fail.
-silence-
Daine: But they do.
Numair: No they don't! I can name plenty of times they didn't! Like...and...uh... okay you're right.
Daine: -snorts-
Numair: No wait! I turned Tristan into a tree didn't I?
Daine: But you were trying to turn him into a cherry pie!
Numair: - stomach growls- and what a fine pie he would've made...
Daine never got the chance to reply. She suddenly felt extremely light. Looking down, she realized her body was starting to vanish.
Daine: Nu--
POOF! And just like that, she disapeared into thin air, leaving Numair staring blindly at nothing. His face twitched. There was no way he could reverse the effect now. Unconsiously, his hands went to his throat. They would have his head for murder and high treason.
Numair screamed, panicking. Then suddenly, an idea occured to him. He would be killed. That is... unless... he destroyed the evidence.
Numair smiled evily as he exited the room, holding onto the vial tightly. He came upon a horribly hideous pink lawn ornament in the courtyard which he had dragged out of the halls. He let a drop trickle out of the bottle and onto the lioness.
Alanna: NUUUUMAAAAIIIIIR! -blinks- Whaaa...?
Numair: -shifts around nervously- I think you were dreaming.
Alanna: -suddenly remembering something- Where's Jon?
Numair: He...uh... died.
Alanna: But I just saw him this morning.
Numair: He just died.
Alanna: ...
Numair: I'm not kidding! A servant went berserk and murdered him!
Thank Mithros that Alanna vanished right at that moment, sparing the mage from one of her outbursts.
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After repeating the procedure on Jon and various other test subjects he had used: Raoul, Buri, Gary, Myles, Kel, Neal, Dom, and Thayet ( Numair really has got to choose less important people to be his lab mice next time), Numair finally retired to his room with a heavy sigh. His eyes shone with the kind of light you usually see in a serial killer's when he's finally run out of things to kill.
Numair: -thinks- Well atleast I'm still safe.
He went over to his closet, unlocked it and threw open the doors. Several pairs of angry eyes met his own wide ones.
Numair: Oops...?
And that was all he was able to say before he was tackled to the ground by his former test subjects. In the end, it all worke dout and life went on in the palace as usual for everyone. Except for Numair who spent the next month in bed in the healers' wing.
Kat: -sigh- that was bad
Cher: I know it was bad and I can't blame you if you flame but please be nice! -cringes- I don't handle flames very well...
My writing's slipping -.-" I know I can do so much better but I just don't... -sigh- and I know the next chapter is going to be worse...
Maliaphire: Well Thayet couldn't say anything cause she was next...aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah my writing's getting worse and worse... -sobs-
Wildace Keladry2005: Well here it is. I hope you're not too disapointed "
Celestial Secrets: I suppose soon isn't the word huh? Well here it is anyways. Thanks for the review!
On Top Of Cloud 9: Yup, I probably should've said a Gift dye but oh well, what's done is done I'm too lazy to go back and change it. Sorry for the long wait.
FanFictionFantom: Yes, deep down, I know you're right. But... my writing enthusiasm isn't very high these days... I probabaly seem really OOC today, I'm feeling kind of meek... Anyways, I'm trying to update Last Two Doves next. It's sad really, I would've done it sooner but I forgot where I lef toff last time o.O
Legolas OF THE WOODLAND ROW: -sweatdrop- By now I bet you've done that already huh...? It took me two months to update...heh.
Next Chapter: Once upon a time, King Jonathan decides he wants a mountain...