pawnstorm | Roaming through your woods, I was king!

Who: Regina and Ozymandias
When: Mid-November
Where: Hall of Glory
What: After Caren's mishap with a potion, Regina decides to step in and help with the elixirs.
Rating: TBA!!

[ Once the small group of heroes began to disperse away from the table that once held numerous elixirs, Regina begins to slowly take a mental note of the harmful elixirs, helping put them aside and, one, in particular, she vowed to toss away. She says nothing as she leans over others, taking bottles away, ensuring that she look even odder at this rate, as tall and pale as she was. As much as she loathed others, as much as she couldn't bare to be in the room with people, she said nothing and returned to a quiet area of the Hall of Heroes, surrounded by bottles and began to slowly putting them into a basket.

The only company was her carrier as she sat there, trying her own luck at a few. The only side effects she experienced were, fortunately, bitter tastes or fowl odors. The little mouse remained by her side when others eventually left her to sit there. He would remain by her side, fervently loyal to his mistress, even when some of the side effects would have frightening consequences. ]

All of this and they still haven't found an alternative. Is it worth it, I wonder. What do you think, annwyl?

[ As far as she knows, she is alone in the hall, speaking softly and kindly to her carrier with a vulnerability she rarely displayed. ]

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Volunteer test subjects, then?

[ Is that what's going on here? The government is proficient enough even in science to have proper testing without reaching out to the public? Magic potions or not... huh. ]

Are you, too, doing this profiling out of the goodness of your own? [ Aside all things, it's always nice to see goodness being reciprocated in some manner towards those that reach out and offer. ]

At least they volunteered and they weren't forced.

[ Not that Blanc seemed like an empire to do such a thing, she's noticed. At least they came willingly, even if she, herself, would likely drag her feet and not participated in it. She would find her own methods.

And yet, any sort of hint of goodness or compassion, she is already deflecting it. She can't have that association, she's not that kind of person anymore. It takes time for her to respond in the midst of writing notes and burying her conflicting thoughts.

Regina's response is a dismissive wave of her hand. ]

Someone has to record these results and elixirs.

[ There have been a few people, she's not the only one, but someone should tell her ego that. ]

How else are they going to find out which works and what doesn't?

[ She glances back at up at him, gesturing to the table. ]

Have at it, yourself. Whatever you've been using to keep your illness at bay may not last long. [ Even if he isn't going to admit to being ill, she will take the time to remind him. ]

[ Ramesses makes a slight face at her both volunteering him and at her 'reminder'. Considering he wears gloves all the time here, they easily conceal if he has a ring or not. Even now he doesn't admit or deny his illness, but perhaps he feels silence is more convincing than adamant denial. He does snort, however, a little offended— ]

Who has ever heard of such a preposterous thing as a god-king being a Guinea pig...!

[ —even as he sits down at the opposite side of the table, arms folded in either displeasure or dismay... hard to tell. ]

Again with that?

[ A smile begins to curl on her lips and Regina finds herself laughing. She isn't sure if she completely buys the notion of a "god-king"; no god would ever grace themselves in the mortal world, she felt. If they ever were to, it would be as much as a wonderful and terrible thing.

Then again, it doesn't help her strong feelings on kings and royalty, laughing at him. He has no idea and, in a way, that makes it funnier to her. ]

How do you think medicines are created? Kings get sick and die like any other man, you're no exception to this.

Be a real man.

[ She settled herself in the same rigid posture and expression she always wore. With that, she turned to her side, pulling out a few bottles that she knew that were at least less likely to leave him on the ground in pain. ]

Real men are willing to put themselves out there, no matter how demeaning the task. It's not like any of these will kill you.

[ She's pretty sure. ]

It no longer concerns me. [ except that it totally does because he's not technically physically a heroic spirit anymore here...!! Details and other factsthat interfere with how he wants things to go, though, who needs them? ]

I died quite some time ago, already, where I am from. [ Again, it means nothing here. ] So, of course none of these will kill me.

[ probably. Death is a farce in this place, anyway, from what he's heard.

Anyway, onto more important matters. ] Which are left?

For someone who died some time ago, you seem very perturbed.

[ She reclines back, running her hand through her hair. ]

It's almost kind of cute.

[ Light flirting aside, she slides a few over to him, a handful that she knows that won't harm him. Much. If there are any odd side effects that she hasn't reacted to, she'll take it into account and record it. But really, she hopes that it won't cause him severe pain, like the ones that she's seen. ]

These should be safe enough.

[ She's not wrong, which he would actually like her to be. Ramesses is not much of a good liar in the face of the truth via denial, so he keeps his mouth shut at her point made.

He flusters a little at her flirting, his cheeks feeling heated in embarrassment even as he reaches for the potions, taking a look at them. Some of these just look... unpleasant. Regardless of what they actually do, they could at least make it seem appealing visually, no? ]

All right, I'll start with this one.

[ Ramesses lifts the bottle as he says it, opening it to take some of it before replugging the vial and handing it to her for her to know exactly which it is while he waits for any supposed side effects. ]

How long do these side effects last, anyway?

[ Maybe something he should have asked before taking a swig of one but oh well... ]

[ Fluster? It's like blood in water to a shark, the corner of her lips curving at was once a playful smirk into a smile. She almost laughs -- she could torment him further about it, but that would be mean, wouldn't it?

Then again, she would say that she is not a completely kind woman. It's more fun when she can poke and prod at a man than respect any personal boundaries. ]

I think they vary. In some cases, instantaneous and in others, a few minutes afterward. And I've seen them wear off as quick as they come.

[ Really. She can't help herself. She pauses, her only eye on him; really, it's not often she sees a man flusters. It's hilarious, it's great. ]

You should be fine -- the worst they can do is make you redder and you don't need that.

[ Gah.

Ramesses huffs some in reply to that, but manages to keep from getting any more animated over it. Although he doesn't take easy offense to teasing, getting flustered in front of someone is not a thing he often does.
Too late to be concerned now.

He waits a moment before finally speaking again. ]

There is a bad taste in my mouth that is not the same as the potion's taste itself.

[ a very bad taste, actually, one that quickly becomes to what he assumes rot must taste like.

Great. Not a symptom that will kill you but not pleasant and disruptive to anyone who's stomach may be easily turned by tastes and smells. ]

It could be one of the reactions.

[ But would that depend on the taste? Playing and joking aside, she watches his reaction carefully to determine how she'll write this information down. ]

Or it could be the illness reaction to the potion.

[ She waits for it to course through his body, drumming her fingers on the table as she does. ]

Give it a few moments and tell me what happens thereafter. I won't be leaving you.

Roaming through your woods, I was king!

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