10-31-2018, 04:09 PM
[shadow=CD8C95,right]AUGUSTUS ZUIDERDUIN[/shadow]
I'M A LOSER; IF NOTHING, HOWLING INTO THE NIGHT IS JUST FINE
Truthfully, Augustus thought it was rather funny ( and pathetic ) that even as an Augur, he couldn't quite ever get potions to do the things he wanted them to do. He had been stuck on making an proper invisibility potion for months before he saw any progress being made. Whatever made Runic think he could make a proper potion now when there was literally no one else to really teach him about them? Ah, well, he supposed he could . . . improvise and pray that nothing exploded in his face today. Yeah, that sounded about right.
The mousy brown tom had been in his room all day, preparing what he needed to in order to hold this event for . . . Samhain. He was still not liking it and he would rather stay in his home than interact with all of the spooky spirits floating about their territory and that much was obvious from his recently introduced skittish behavior. With a quiet huff, he begins taking his stuff downstairs to set up. After a couple more trips, carefully putting his glass beakers and whatnot down, he settles himself before them, tail curling about his paws anxiously as he tries to soothe his own nerves. With a deep breath, he calls forth into the camp, a smile lighting his features tentatively. "Hey! So, uh, I'm gonna be making some potions . . . Feel free to come by and participate. Oh! And don't forget to pick up some goggles and an apron - we might get a little messy here today." Or just stay home, I'm fine with that too. He adds to himself mentally with another small sigh, now waiting to see if anyone would bother to come by.
The mousy brown tom had been in his room all day, preparing what he needed to in order to hold this event for . . . Samhain. He was still not liking it and he would rather stay in his home than interact with all of the spooky spirits floating about their territory and that much was obvious from his recently introduced skittish behavior. With a quiet huff, he begins taking his stuff downstairs to set up. After a couple more trips, carefully putting his glass beakers and whatnot down, he settles himself before them, tail curling about his paws anxiously as he tries to soothe his own nerves. With a deep breath, he calls forth into the camp, a smile lighting his features tentatively. "Hey! So, uh, I'm gonna be making some potions . . . Feel free to come by and participate. Oh! And don't forget to pick up some goggles and an apron - we might get a little messy here today." Or just stay home, I'm fine with that too. He adds to himself mentally with another small sigh, now waiting to see if anyone would bother to come by.
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