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Username: ★
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Newton's name:★
Corpus Crystalli★
Gender:★
Male★
Favorite Potion:★
The Draught of Living Death is a potion that, when consumed, can send the drinker into a deathlike slumber, almost suspended animation. It has been used for ages, since the dawn of potion-making, and even holds a place in many fairy tales, used on princesses and damsels in distress to lull them to an eternal slumber.★
A Story:★
"Tui Gratia Jovis Gratia Sit Cura!" Corpus declared, dropping the last ingredient into his potion. Dans La Rue watched the other bustle about the cauldron, mixing things together, doing who knows what. It had been several hours now, and he still wasn't done! She was about to open her mouth to complain when he whipped around to face her, holding up a vial of purple liquid.
"It's done! The cure to all of your ailments, my dear!" She rolled her eyes, giving him a semi-annoyed look. He didn't seem to notice, just sticking the vial in her mouth.
"That sore throat will be gone in an instant!" She yelped, but it was too late and she had already swallowed a mouthful. She let out a muffled grunt of protest, spitting the vial out and glaring at him. She opened her mouth to shout at him and-
-an eight inch long tentacle came out of her mouth. She froze, crossing her eyes to look at the slimy wet thing, then let out a loud
shriek and lunged at Corpus Crystalli, who turned tail and ran, cackling at the sheer joy that this overly complex, silly prank worked.
On the bright side, though, at least her sore throat was gone.