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Professor Serin
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Just...five more minutes. Serin was trembling every time he removed his hands from the rat. Arnie didn't like watching, but Edgar didn't mind. They were the class pets, but also his own personal pseudo-family. The rat was something random he had conjured while experimenting with summoning circles. Another excerpt from a book on necromancy spoke of using the rat anatomy to diffuse unstable elements for alchemy. Another effect of rat anatomy was that, combined with dark magic, it could be used to amplify terrible effects of all kinds. A sort of corruption to reactions, and something he'd be teaching in class. However, not quite in the way he is studying the subject as of now.

Serin made sure to wear gloves, also enchanting his utensils to move freely and come to him when needed. Carefully flayed and dissected, Serin used assorted alchemic tools to dissolve some parts of the anatomy into liquids and preserved the rest. Packing the vials of bloody, liquefied anatomy into a leather folder of sorts, he packed said folder into his satchel and cleaned his mess. The first class of the day was fifteen minutes from now, and he had to prepare his lesson plan in five before using the ten after to NOT be late.

Pulling out his notepad, he scrawled several notes and scribble a few runic symbols. Arnie crawled through his clothes and into his duster's inner, left pocket. Smiling warmly, he was startled by Edgar taking point on his right shoulder. Putting his notepad in the inner, right pocket, he collected his things and twiddled his fingers, casting an illusion over his notes and notebook. They wanted to see a lesson plan, so with an old, crackly chuckle, he made one up. High-tailing it to his class, he was able to use a few of his...'special' short-cuts. Arriving first, as usual, he unpacked and set-up the primary lab desk with assort alchemic tools and assorted accessories. Every desk was adorned with a lighter version, as most students didn't need the accessories the teacher brought for his own set-up.

When all of the students poured in, he noticed Hoshiko was late as usual. Or, quite simply, today was an off day for her. Acting like his papers were disorganized, Serin used him shuffling them loudly and knocking them down on the table as a means of getting the class' attention.

"Welcome. Today's lesson will revolve around an alchemic subject I wanted to cover. I don't have a name, however we should nickname it 'Vile Vials'. Animals and magic...dark or light....brings some unintended effects. Good or bad, from catalyzing to diffusing, the untrained mage or alchemist might wind up in a tight situation after accidentally enchanting their steak. I don't know what you kids do these days...But I know you're all dumb as the obsidian of the Apocalypse." Everyone blankly looked at him, a few awkwardness-enforcing coughs here and there. "Too soon? Well I don't give an Arnie's Ass. I'm 80 and I don't have time for the tears. Speaking of which, where did the bloody rat go?"

Serin spent a few moments searching for Arnie, who was no longer in his jacket. Shrugging, he continued on with the lesson. While he was sometimes blunt and harsh, his students have come to respect and appreciate the hardness in some of his words. They knew how much he cared for them, and he knew how brainwashed most of them were into respecting him.

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Camilia
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"Ugh..come on..work damn it!" Camilia swore under her breath as she worked on the gears of her first real attempt at a golem. She needed something that would be able to help her out in combat. Something she could call upon to defend her and whatnot. Thus far, she'd managed to get the general frame and shell to sit properly. But those weren't the problem. Even with all her skill in creating things and manipulating metal, something just wasn't working with her creation's inner workings. She couldn't really figure it out. The power source was working correctly, the frame wasn't damaged, and the shell protected the inner workings just fine.

She turned a few more bolts with her wrench, making sure that the gears that allowed the thing to move would stay in place. She then slotted the few pieces of shell that she had moved back into place and took a deep breath as she snapped her fingers, the stimulus she had decided would initiate the boot up sequence..for now. She felt her breath hitch in joy as she saw the eyes start glowing..but the happiness was short lived, as there were many loud grinding noises, and her creation moved jerkily, unable to take a proper step. She swore, tossing her wrench and snapping again, turning the machine off. She had no idea what was wrong with it.

She sighed, wiping at her face with the hand towel she had stuffed into her pocket earlier in the day, wiping away a mixture of sweat and oil as she stepped out of the area of her home she lovingly referred to as her "workshop". In truth, it was just a little ramshackle garage that she and her father had built together as an add-on to her home. She huffed as she looked in the direction of the castle. Hm..maybe the professor could help..he had taught her what all she knew, but she had left her employ of the castle before they finished their lessons.

She sighed as she patted herself down. Shit, she was missing something. So, holding her hand out, she focused, and a whirlwind formed around her hand, allowing her to grip onto the handle of her semi-magical dagger, the winds dispersing as she slipped the sheath for the dagger onto her belt. After that, it was a simple wave of her hand, and the water in the air melded together, creating a shimmering reflection of the inside of the college area of the castle. She held her breath before stepping through it, the reflection vanishing as she appeared in the school.

She glanced around as she tried to orientate herself. It only took a few seconds before she nodded. She knew where she was now. And it wasn't that far away from Serin's classroom. She ran a hand through her short hair before she huffed a bit, nodding before she started off in the direction of Serin's room. She was admittedly still a little damp from her little teleportation stunt, but admittedly it helped with the faint smell of grease that was coming off of her. She really needed to learn when to call it quits on her creations. But this was different than her attempts to create an entirely new type of weapon from scratch. She had plans, blueprints, a definite idea of what she wanted! She just..couldn't get it to work. She needed the professor's help.

As she neared the classroom though, she was able to make out some of what he was saying. Huh. So he was teaching about mixing biological things with magic..interesting. She slowly opened the door just a crack, a squeak making her jump..but not as much as the feeling of Arnie crawling up her body did. She shuddered as she felt the rat make his new resting place on her shoulder, rubbing up against her neck a bit. Oh god, she had completely forgotten that the professor kept rats as pets. She bit the inside of her mouth as Arnie sat on her shoulder. It looked like she would have to sit here and wait for his class to end. Though she did pull out a notepad and pencil, writing down what could only be considered an abridged version of what he was saying.

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Professor Serin
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Turning around, Serin had opened up the massive classroom chalkboard, removing it from its placement. Snapping his fingers, wooden wings spawn from the corners of its wooden back, elevating it and allowing him to command it to move along with him. Making a motion with his left hand, a length of chalk manifested into it. Pointing it towards the students, he wagged the length of chalk. "Object materialization. Something you children will learn further down the line. A very important tool. Comes in many forms. Ah, but back to the lesson at hand. One of the most important alchemic steps. The circle. He begun with a simple circl-square-triangle formation on the chalkboard, presenting it to the class and commanding the board to float around for all to see.

Serin scanned his students, warmly smiling when he noticed one of his former students suddenly appearing and taking notes with Arnie resting on her shoulder. It displeased him that she found the rat discomforting, as it was merely an ignorant bias against rats as a whole. Rats are definitely better than people (which really isn't a difficult task to accomplish). Drawing several variations of circles in different levels of complexity, he drew a much more odd one in particular that was a swirl-shape. "This, class, is a bit of a special of mine. Very reactive to the components of key animal organs. A rat's heart, for example." Revealing his satchel, he removed a vial of liquefied rat's heart.

Saying nothing as to not alert anyone of Camilia's presence, he commanded the board to take a horizontal state. The special circle had three points indicating where the ingredients should be designated. "Now, this is a much more simple version. I am going to demonstrate the use of rat's heart, whale oil and pixie dust." Scurrying over to his desk, Serin removed two full vials and an empty vial. One was full of a bio-fluorescent, white-cyan oil and the other full of a radiant-gold dust.

The professor poured the oil across the circle, letting it soak into the board. He proceeded to pour the dust in one spot, the thick ichor in another, and placed the vial in the final spot. The oil began shifting in and out of the porous board in a vibrating motion, and the dust began taking random shapes. Cracking his fingers, Serin smirked towards his class. Removing the cork from the empty vial, he motioned his hands in a symbolic way. The ichor and dust moved and danced around each other before becoming a translucent-silver cloud the size of a golf-ball. The oil removed itself from the board, erasing most of the alchemic circle.

The only bit left of the circle was the part orbiting the empty vial. The cloud solidified into a gel that shift into the vial. The oil happened to shift the glob from a dark orange into a velvet purple. The remaining circle removed itself and into the vial, darkening its shade. Quickly sealing the vial, he held it up for the class to see. "Alchemy. Alchemy at its finest! Not really, it was a terribly inefficient use of the circle. But, you all will find your different levels and methods. Now, welcome class! Camilia...a student who happened to find the unknown more interesting than someone who knows. Welcome, dear.. Catch."

Tossing the vial under-handed at Camilia, watching Arnie scurry back to him. Serin checked the class clock for no apparent reason. "Can you tell me the potion I just made? Come on, girl, this is easy!" This was not easy. Serin manifested an ink via transmutation, which was very sticky and rubbery and would burst the vial and spread all over a few feet. The adhesiveness was great for mending things or keeping things in place, but it was easily confused for one of his little pranks. An ink-cloud prank of his or even a stink bomb. However, the closest comparison was a form of debilitating poison. Smiling, he expected the girl to choose the very latter.

"Class, another student who played tardy. Still, very bright. You children could learn a thing for two. Well, I'd just stick with the breathing encyclopedia rather than adolescent hat-tricks." Grinning, Serin liked teasing his students. It was a big part of establishing a comfortable relationship with them. He liked the disarming position, getting them to feel conflict over whether or not to take him seriously but still respecting him. He wasn't sure how Camilia would take it now or how she took it before, but he definitely wanted her to hold the vial for a few more moments.

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Camilia
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While at first Camilia didn't really attempt to slip into the classroom, the fact that the professor hadn't noticed yet drove her to start scanning the back rows, then the middle rows, then the front rows for an empty seat. Thankfully, she found one in the back. So, slipping the door open just a bit more, she slid into the empty seat, right next to another empty one. Thankfully nobody had noticed, and she set her notepad down and wrote like she was actually supposed to be here. The notes that had previously essentially been abridged versions of what was being said actually became more detailed, and her handwriting became smaller so as to fit in more information. She even managed to transcribe a few diagrams before the first page was filled. However, when she flipped the page, it suddenly became much harder for someone other than Camilia to understand what was being written.

She was writing down a very basic formula for this particular blend that the professor was making. She still studied alchemy as best she could after she left the college, but nowhere near to this degree. She could make healing tonics rather easily, as the ingredients she needed were rather common. However, the minute she heard her name being mentioned, Camilia froze, even if she relaxed a bit at the feeling of Arnie's claws leaving her shoulder. As the vial soared through the air, she immediately dropped her pencil, her reflexes kicking in as she exerted a bit of magical power, her hand snapping up to aim at the vial, the thing freezing in midair, caught in a swirling current of air, causing it to bob and dip as she sighed a bit, examining it as she moved her fingers, turning it every which way as she examined it.

Her first thought was that, for a potion, it looked a rather lot like oil for one of her contraptions. But she knew better than that. The oily look that it held was because he had indeed utilized oil in the mixture. The next immediate thought was that he had known she was there from the moment she cracked the door, and had prepared one of his signature pranks. It was likely, but this didn't look like any of his faithful standbys. Besides, he usually incorporated some kind of substance that would make her shudder when he meant to prank her. Her next immediate thought revolved around something that stuck out to her about the 'potion'. It was extremely thick. It wasn't swirling or anything.

A lot of the poisons they had been taught about and actually made in this classroom had excessive thickness as a notable feature of how it acted while in storage. But that wasn't it..this was just a touch thicker than what they usually worked with. All of these thoughts ran through her mind at an excessive rate. So, after a mere few seconds of silence, she nodded. She'd kept up her studies of Alchemy, even after she'd left the class. She'd recently perfected a set of healing tonics that mimicked the effects of a potion to a T, in fact. With that, she started speaking up. The first immediate thought I would have is that this is some kind of prank of yours. But that's not quite right, is it? The next thought I have is that maybe this is a poison. But this is a touch thicker than some of the more potent poisons we've made here. So, I would have to wager that this would best be used as some kind of adhesive, right professor? She asked with a smirk as she utilized her control over the very air around them to swiftly launch the vial back to Serin.

Camilia was a lot of things, but she most definitely was intelligent. Still, this simply reinforced her assumption that the professor could help her with her creation. Using only three ingredients, he made something that she couldn't fully identify, even with all of her training under him in this class. Her smirk quickly faded however, as she suddenly processed the consequences of what she had just done. Knowing Serin, he would likely be fast enough to knock the vial away without breaking it. He might be old, but he had lost none of the spring in his step. It was rather impressive actually. But still, her immediate reactions to his disarming attitude, treating him more akin to a friend than someone who knew a vast amount of information that she didn't..it always ended badly. She remembered the last time she had done that. She'd covered one of the more diligent students in rainbow colored ink because of that...oh god, if that really was an adhesive..this could end very badly. She sighed as she closed her notepad. It looked like she was going to have to keep an eye on both the teacher and the vial now.

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Serin clapped his hands only thrice, clasping them firmly as his former student continued her description of the vial. It was a good moment, as Camilia admittedly accepted that it could have been any one of those things. She guessed correctly, and now the vial was hovering in the air. With an eye on the clock, Serin awaited the most obvious answer. Let it explode onto the students below, or fling it back at him. She likely didn't want a repeat of the several other times he's pulled such pranks, so the latter was sure to happen.

As the vial flew towards him, Serin made a flicking motion to release a pulse of arcane energy. It was harmless, and merely caused the vial to rebound into the worrying classmates. Of course, their reaction wasn't to use magic...but their hands. From classmate to classmate, they all fumbled with the vial trying NOT to hold it. Chuckling, Serin watched as the students panicked, unsure what to do with the bouncing vial. It could have just done nothing, but the students were still scared. "Good, dear Camilia. Well, class, as you might recall my mention of using such things as animal components as ingredients. Well, I did exaggerate a bit on what it does. A good portion does not mess with reactions and their outcomes too much, however this ingredient in particular..."

Serin took a few steps back and waved his hand just in case the vial released adhesive in his direction. A fluttering field of arcane energy formed a light barrier purposed for stopping the adhesive from hitting him. "Well, I'd cover up if I were you." As the vial hit the air, it burst and released a mound of expanding adhesive. It seemed like the particles reproduced on their own, causing the exploded blob to simply grow in mass. Blanketing most of the assorted students, the adhesive barely could not reach Camilia. Arnold scurried up onto Serin's shoulder, squeaking as if he were laughing.

A caw resounded as Edgar finally made a noise, posting up on the other shoulder of Serin. His chuckle grew stronger, but he calmed down after a while. "Alchemy can be fun! But in most cases, gross to the weaker stomachs. However, not all alchemy is this harmless. Oh, I should clean you lot up!" Waving his hand, the adhesive started dissolving slowly into nothing. Serin swung his arms outward, and a complex version of his signature circle manifested in the form of a deep engraving on the board. Retrieving a massive jar of salt, Serin snapped his fingers to make it flutter with its tiny wings over to the board.

Raising his finger slowly, the jar opened up. Taking a handful of salt, he slowly let it fall into the cracks of the circle. This circle differed greatly with the presence of more complex and varying runic signatures to the presence of a pentagram-style arrangement. There were five points that ingredients could be placed. "Now, this lesson isn't safe. I will take a moment to ward the classroom. Anyone who forgot their diapers and reality at home may step out until the lesson is done. Camilia, since you invited yourself for free lessons, you may come help me! I'd ask another student of mine, but she is a bit tardy."

Watching a few uneasy students leave the classroom, Serin began twirling his fingers in varying symbolic ways. Quasi-present runes formed along the walls of the classroom, barely not touching said walls. A magic circle formed underneath the black board, spreading out a few meters past it. Stepping into the magic circle, Serin used the salt to outline the magic circle. Scurrying to his desk, he retrieved a black box with a label that read, "HIGHLY VOLATILE", Things were likely to get a bit spicy.

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Hoshiko
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Light footsteps began to echo down the hallway. Long, dark purple hair, so dark it looked black, fluttered behind Hoshiko as she ran through the halls. She was late to her class with Professor Serin, and while she missed class often, she had heard that this one had a practical lesson. While she could study as much as she could, she couldn't quite replicate Serin's experiments. She knew she shouldn't have dawdled so long in Traverse Town on her delivery, but she couldn't help but help that guy who had lost his world. Oh well. It also didn't help that she wasn't running her fastest, and while the motions she made looked like she was running, it was more of a quick stride. She didn't like showing off her speed or her other superhuman traits, as people tended to stare and whisper. That, and running in a hallway at top speed could be very unfortunate if she ran into anyone or anything.

Serving around a small group of people leaving her classroom, where Hoshiko wondered if class had been let out early, she burst open the door and shouted, "I'm here, don't start with me!" A second after, she clasped her hands over her mouth, realizing she had said that louder than she intended.

"Er, sorry about that," she said, quieter this time as her face reddened. She began to edge her way to a seat.

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Camilia
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As the rest of the class simply tossed the vial back and forth, risking the thing detonating or breaking with literally every exchange of hands, Camilia sighed, scooting her chair back as she tried her best to get out of range. She had been expecting the old man to send it flying back, but this was a college. It was filled with intelligent people. So..why were they all being such idiots? She had no clue, but all she knew was that she needed to get further out of the splash zone. She was already somewhat covered in grease, having an adhesive stick to her would make for an unpleasant time.

Unfortunately, she didn't really have any elemental power on hand that could create a barrier as effectively as the professor did. So for her, backing away was pretty much all she could do. As soon as she felt her back hit the pillar that held up part of this room however, the vial in the air detonated, spraying almost everyone in the room with the adhesive. Almost all of them let out some kind of sound of disgust, while others just froze in place, looking themselves over. Luckily for her however, she wouldn't have needed to move. Hell, she didn't even have to move her things, now that she thought about it, looking down at the desk she was sitting in. It just barely was out of the splash zone. Still, she blinked as she watched the professor wave his hand and cause the whole mass to start dissipating. It made her wonder how many things he let happen just for shits and giggles.

Of course, she wasn't able to wonder for long, because as soon as many of them were clean, whole groups of students simply got up and walked out, seemingly not willing to go any further with this. For those who remained-which was a good two thirds of the class mind you-there was to be another, less safe practical lesson. Mere moments after another small gathering of about four people left, and the professor called upon her to be his assistant for this, someone else dashed in through the door, just as Camilia had reached the inside of the pentagram, tying her hair back with a length of cloth she had kept on hand at all times, as she had done ever since she started working with machinery. She presumed it was the student that was actually tardy, considering the way she all but yelled not to start without her. She chuckled, cracking the knuckles on her left hand one at a time.

"You're a little bit late to be saying that. Of course, the really interesting part is about to start. So in a way, you didn't really miss anything necessarily." She said as she turned to face the professor, her arms crossed as she waited for instructions on what to do. The way she carried herself seemed to change completely after she finished speaking. She truly was a creator at heart, so when it came time to actually start creating something, she got pretty serious, and the way she carried herself reflected this. It was time to actually be careful, and work with some pretty dangerous materials. Things were going to get really dangerous, really fast. She had to be careful, and work with steady hands. It seemed she'd learned a lot more from his lessons than she let on.

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Walking and walking through alleys and open streets with people and strangers bumping past her shoulders, through a large portion of this town and a little ways past the gate. Today felt like its own day of cardio for the warring Valkyrie as she made her way along this strange world as a unintentional tourist doing this now for a couple of hours. The buildings of this world were quite confusing given how similar each of their designs were looking like each other. There wasn't much of a unique feeling to every bit of stone holding them together but it did create a more unified feel tp them despite it didn't make it much easier to navigate to Liandry's dismay.

Even finding her own apartment wasn't very easy after arriving in this world a day prior, nothing was even close to what she imagined. A new world was truly something different to behold on a grand scale. Much more variations of imagination compared to what she had grown accustomed to in Greece or Rome. It was like a fantasy story seeing how things were not like they were back home, she could almost lose herself in the sights if she wasn't already tasked with the stress of her  personal mission.  

Today was suppose to be the first day of her education, the day she would experience for the first time what was outside of her skies, what knowledge lay in wait for her beyond the stars. And through a means of another out worlder she meet preceding these travels she learned a magical study open to taking in any kind of student. She agreed and venture this far out until she would be contacted further on the other part of the deal.

In hind sight she should have asked what kind of magical lecture this would be. And how to find it with more accurate depictions.

Liandry would approach the building she was instructed about, poorly trying to match the jumbled description of the place she received.  And from the looks of it a large number of people were leaving the building, dressed all in a manner that didn't seem to fit the chilly climate or show any clear signs a common culture.

She hoped spring fur wouldn't look to strange among the short sleeves shirts that the passing students wore. Entering the building the battle maiden in low spirits proceed to mend this mistake, knowing  full well she may have missed today's lesson due to her own misfortune. It should at least be customary to introduce oneself to a new authority in some capacity, granted being so late might not leave the best impression. At least she could offer them some level of power in the dynamic with a simple apology.

Alright, just gotta smile, let them do most of the talking, don't bring up too many questions and look sorry. I didn't do anything wrong but it should make them go easier on me. I should be able to figure out most of what they are explaining and get a handle on this culture. Hopefully this is worth my time. It should be it should be”

Thinking to herself while slowly walking down the halls, the echo of  her glass heels ringing across the empty space. There weren't too many souls wondering around beside her sadly she may have very well missed the entire day. However Looking onward though there was another whom seemed to be just ahead, another figure entering a room with the speed of Hermes dashing through her feet. Maybe at least the teacher was still here or should she could get some conformation that this was the place from that girl.

Liandry quickened her pace towards the door adjusting her long black hair to look presentable before lightly opening it. Inside she spotting a modest number room people and an older gentleman speaking to them in front. Behind a few numerous magical inscriptions playing out in sequence, most foreign to the amazon but still recognizable enough with the scent of magic. Liandry would knock on the door light in between breaths as the Professor hurried back to his desk after chanting something. Breathing in before relaxing and lowering her head in silent respect.

“Excuse me sir I hope I am not disturbing you, is this the  public class regarding archaic sorcery?”




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Professor Serin
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Before opening the black box, Serin waited for everyone to situate themselves so that he had their full attention. Camilia prepared herself for the experiment, trying to look important by tying her hair in a ponytail. Most of the students remained, but clearly some left either because of his prank or because they were afraid. Serin felt like he thinned the crowd, leaving most of them whom were likely much more talented. Abruptly, before Serin was able to seal off the classroom, two classmates entered just a tad bit late. First was one of his brighter yet often tardy students, Hoshiko. The second was apparently a new student. Humming out of curiosity, Serin crossed his arms.

"Glad you could bless us with your presence. We were, in fact, about to start without you. I'd recommend making your decision if you would like to be here or not as it will be a bit dangerous. Serin paced, tapping a finger on his mouth, smirking for a moment before signalling Hoshiko to wait just in case she was about to leave. "Well,  actually, for you this is mandatory. My dear tardy student, Take a seat. Also, welcome! You must be new. I had an invoice about someone new but I must have misplaced it...I am Professor Serin and this is actually a general magics class." Serin taught numerous classes over his time as a professor, but currently taught three different ones.

There was this, the General Magic Studies which delved into almost all topics without going too in depth. He also taught a class on Advanced Alchemy and a historical magic class. Serin was quite experienced and adept at the subjects, so he usually was respected enough to teach the classes with his own methods. Regardless, Serin decided to temporarily seal off the classroom and finished the wards. Cracking his back and his fingers, he opened the box. "Alright, so this circle uses at least five ingredients. It is built to be much more resilient so it can handle powerful reactions. However, the ward around the board is still important for safety reasons. You won't always be able to make one, but if you have ample time I still highly recommend it." Whoever would look into the box would think it was empty, but also may notice it was like a black void.

Reaching into it, his arm clearly was going deeper than the outer appearance seemingly went. Pulling his arm out, he presented a bottle of buzzing energy to the class. It flashed brighter every now and then, and he placed it in one of the points of the pentagram. "The first ingredient will be bottled lightning. It doesn't necessarily make things electric, however it has numerous uses. It all depends on the other ingredients, however in this instance I am using it as an accelerant. Just one reason this is dangerous. Any questions before I move on? Also, no, I will not answer what I am making just yet. That's a surprise, kids."

Serin scanned the classroom, as well as glancing at Hoshiko specifically. He had a moment of surprise, as if he had forgotten something. "Camilia, I need a mortar and pestle, a two-gallon flask and one of the more secure corks. You know, the ones that use the tin and levers and what-not. Oh, and I'll need a piece of parchment, and my golden quill off the desk. Chop-chop!"

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Professor Serin revealed that the class today was actually optional, except for her. Hoshiko let out a nervous laughter, cursing herself internally for showing up. She totally could have goofed off more and not worry about class. Oh well, itnat least looked like something interesting was about to happen.

For some reason, Professor Serin favored Hoshiko and despite missing the majority of her classes, she was somehow the teacher's pet. This didn't particularly bother her, though she found it funny. She figured that the reason he took such interest in her was the fact that she did exceptionally well considering how much time she actually spent in class. Hoshiko was a very astute self-learner, as well as having a vast library of knowledge in her head due to how she was created, so she could do most of the work and learn the concepts on her own. Passing with a B in her classes was easy, which Hoshiko was perfectly fine with.

She watched as Professor Serin reached into a box, his arm going in further than the apparent dimensions of the box itself. Hoshiko wasn't particularly surprised, as she had a bag that did the same thing. He pulled out a bottle of lightning.

Hoshiko had no questions or guesses as to what it was and felt, in the back of her mind, a twinge of guilt for not having either when Professor Serin looked at her. All she could do was give a weak smile and continue paying attention.

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Camilia
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While there were many things that could go wrong with this situation, Camilia had faith in the professor. Even when two new arrivals appeared-one of which she..kind of remembered-she wasn't quite worried. The wards that he had placed and was continuing to place would keep them protected. She simply stood facing the class as Serin conversed with Hoshiko and the new student, waiting to be called upon. Of course, while she was waiting, she was unable to help herself from studying the appearances of the two new arrivals, as her attention had been drawn to them. Hoshiko shared much of the same appearance as the people who actually lived in Radiant Garden, like herself. In fact, now that she was thinking about it, she remembered seeing someone that looked a lot like her doing deliveries around town..so there was that.

Of course, when she looked to the new arrival however, she found much more information than she was able to get from Hoshiko's general appearance. The thing that caught her attention the most was the fact that she was wearing furs..that meant she wasn't from here. She was likely from one of the more ancient worlds, like the one she had gotten the polearm she had refurbished for combat use from..but the thing that perhaps made her the most genuinely curious was the fact that the high heels she was wearing weren't made of the same thing that most shoes were made out of..in fact, they were made out of glass. But she didn't have much time to question it, because her concentration broke from her name being called. The minute her name was spoken, her attention snapped to the professor. He had retrieved one of the five ingredients that this alchemical circle required, but he needed a few more materials to be retrieved from his desk.

The first material she didn't need to go retrieve actually. She actually picked up the bag she had taken to carrying around, pulling out a rather sturdy looking mortar and pestle from within its contents. She placed that on a nearby table. However, the rest of the materials she would need to go recover from his desk. Drat. So, moving with a fair bit of speed, she moved over on her way to the desk. The quill and parchment were easy enough, and she grabbed those first. The rest of the materials weren't on the desk however, so keeping her speed up, she moved to the cabinets where the rest of these materials were usually kept. The flask was the first thing she could find, and she grabbed hold of it with her free hand, taking the most secure cork she could find with what length of her fingers were still free. She then made her way back to the professor, placing everything very neatly within arms reach of where he was standing.

She was admittedly very curious about what they were going to be doing. There were many things that could be done with this alchemical circle, and they were using bottled lightning as an accelerant, rather than a power source. Curious. She took a few steps back after she delivered the materials to where they needed to go, pulling her notepad and pencil back out as she took notes. Maybe she could utilize this to actually fix the problem she had come here to attempt to address...

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General magics huh? and the teacher of a classed seemed to be a bit eccentric, lovely. His physical self seemed to be in a rapid decline as well from the looks of it so she'd need to be on guard for how much wisdom the old man had in that decaying body to compensate, it was still a little nerving to bear this thought. Liandey's hand went for her hidden dagger besides her hip, playing with the handle between her fingers while easing her thoughts down, it was a good ideal to bring it here. Being a little more submissive for the time we the proper thing to do, it had to be with this circumstance at least for now.

She would take the next seat that looked open, given the number of students that remained in the room there were plenty of choices to take. The others that remained all varied in appearance and appeared to being mingling quite nicely from the chatter she picked up behind the wall. They all must be from this world, certainly no one else was from her world, all arcane practitioners as well then. They were noticed and put to some of her short term memory though the Valkyrie wouldn't exactly take their a appearance to heart yet unless one of them spoke to her first. It didn't seem like an appropriate time to socialize or make judgments during a class with their focus diverted to the lesson.  

The next seat was in the line closer to the door then the rest of their positions, she would make her way  there quickly while pulling out a blank tome and fathered pen from a harpy. The proceedings already started to take place, strange magic and names appearing before her like a show. Seems the class was well beyond the just theory portion and more hands off approach.

Alchemy wasn't Liandry's strong suit either, far to many ingredients to use and too much preparations before they could have become usefully to her in at the right moments. Still as any good student she attempted to write down what she saw in her own notes for reference for the time being. More curious then anything was to see the result of this new magic play out before her.


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Professor Serin
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Serin watched as his former student retrieved the things he needed, even offering her own mortar and pestle. Nodding with gratitude, he took the mortar and pestle and placed it on the board, outside of the circle. He retrieved from his box of goodies a remarkable ruby, showing it off to the class. People likely wouldn't know why he would have such a ruby, but the reason would soon become evident. Bringing it to his face, he whispered into the head of the ruby. Afterwards, he balanced it on the exact middle of the circle, giving his wrist a flick. The ruby began spinning endlessly, never losing its balance.

Digging through his bottomless box, he seemed to have trouble finding the next ingredient he was going to use, momentarily stopping in a bout of thought. Snapping his fingers with a visible "EUREKA!" moment, he finally pulled out a black frog. It had assorted colors patterning its back with dots, which actually shifted and displaced around the back. Gently placing the frog down, Serin tapped its forehead and it instantly turned into a multi-colored marble.

"Now, I know the ruby may seem a bit odd...however it'll make sense in just a moment. The frog, another oddity, is actually native to a world of nothing but a Jungle. I don't know why it is native there, as its biology is strange. However, as you might have noticed, I turned the frog into marble." Smiling as he plucked the frog from the circle, he presented it to the class. Replacing it back onto the circle, he rummaged through his things for another ingredient. "I name the the frog the Kaleidoscope Frog. Has some really big, fancy name but you lot likely won't hear it nor do you want to. It has been to other worlds, however, and has been spoken of as a living window into a world of wild imagery. So, uh, crudely put....drugs. If that's the bit you focus on, I get that this is still the early steps of life for you."

Serin chuckled, reminiscing about the times he'd trip out on these frogs. He understood completely. He also understood the magical connection such a trance had. "Believe it or not, I've partook in such things. It can have a deep, magical connection to the reality around you. Not condoning it, however." Serin would leave it up to the students to interpret what he meant by magical, though he was quite literal and meant it as the magic this universe knew. Serin removed from the box what seemed like a completely empty, normal, glass bottle.

He looked at his former student, smirking. She'd likely know where the experiment was going. She also knew that the bottle was definitely not normal. The bottle wasn't an ingredient, though he cast it to the side. Taking the quill and parchment, he also displaced it away from the circle. Scratching the wrinkly skin of his bald forehead, he paced before deciding what he needed next. Snapping his fingers once more, he duh his arms into his box and looked towards the class. "The Cintamani. The Kalasha. Murgleys. Does anyone know what these words mean? I'll give you a hint, they all have one thing in common."

Serin awaited the answer, but he was undoubtedly referring to the Philosopher's Stone. While he certainly didn't have it, as that would mean his life's goals would be complete, it was common practice for alchemists to use a versatile focus to increase the quality and potency of a alchemic reaction. While the level of perfection the Philosopher's Stone was impossible outside of itself, the more skilled alchemists could give a good try. The Elixir of Life only had ethers and potions walking far behind it, trying to replicate its role.

Serin removed a pouch of sorts, removing a green herb from it and filling one of the spots of the circle. After a while of being exposed to light, it grew a more vibrant violet-red. "This herb right here was pluck from an Oasis in Agrabah. For some reason, darkness makes it more green and light makes it shift to darker colors. The brighter the darker, becoming a full indigo in the desert of Agrabah." Serin continued rummaging through his box, awaiting responses.

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Hoshiko
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Cintamani. Kalasha. Murgleys

Those words echoed in her head, finding familiarity in them. She frowned and crossed her arms, trying to remember. A memory, dusty and vague, played out in her mind. She was in her old home, where she had grew up with Sicarius in. She was only visiting, hanging around. Sicarius had been gone for a few months. She liked to visit every once in a while, and she found herself in his study. There were several old dusty textbooks opened and laid randomly on the desk. Hoshiko glanced down and saw those names that Professor Serin spoke up scrawled across a piece of paper, with arrows pointing to big, red letters.

"They're all related to the Philosopher's Stone," she said, almost in a whisper. She blinked and shook her head. She hadn't even meant to say anything, the words just sort of slipped out of her lips.

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Liandry
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Liandry wrote along with the professors words, thinking of the words as a blue print for this class. Though magical in nature this didn't quite feel like what she was expecting in regards to her studies outside of home. There wasn't so much of a spark as a slow moving air current just brushing at her cheek.

Counting to write the moment passed as her pen stopped moving. Signing with some realization she rolled up her paper and packed back up in her back before standing up from her desk. She would walk towards the front of the desk before bowing to Professor Serin in some respect before making her way back out through the halls with no exchange of words. Liandry would make her way back home to reflect on her lapse of judgment along the way, remembering to try and not to fall for the old ways and try being more of an adventurer.

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Serin frowned as his temporary assistant had not really participated in the inquiries of his, but was happy that Hoshiko urged herself to beam out the answer. It was a warm moment in his heart. A student who could understand the comparisons he made. The different versions of one thing. Mythology was a wonderful thing, as was hard lore. Watching the gem spin with a radiant energy, he just took in its glory. The ruby was a favorite of his, as it was often used to contain many magical properties. Digging through his box yet again, he removed from it a coin with a pirate's jolly roger on it. "Now, this coin is one of many different bits of treasure from the one and only Port Royal. Some who know of its lore recall a necromantic curse....well this is not one of those coins."

Placing the gold coin in the circle, there was only one spot remaining. The coin was completely normal, comparatively. Serin still expected all of his students to believe otherwise. Gold was commonly associated with the wealth aspect of alchemy, often a point of sacrifice to increase the quality of production. It was to ensure everything ran fine, and gave Serin the desired effect. Serin, shaking his head at Camilia, retrieved a odd-looking book from his bookshelves, presenting it to the class. The title read, "The Wicked Gears of Wicked Creatures" and it had what could only be described as a gold-embroidered heart design. Not the fake-hearts that heartless adorned, but it was based on actual hearts.

"This is approved, people. For educational purposes. On one hand, I have a gold coin...on the other." Serin took his quill and stabbed one of his fingertips, wincing in pain. The book had a keyhole of sorts, which he clearly intended to unlock. Putting the quill up to his mouth, he whispered into it. Stabbing it into the book's keyhole and turning the quill, it unlocked. Removing and cleaning the quill, he replaced it back to the outer part of the circle. Opening the book, he brushed through pages filled to the brim of images of various different hearts.

The hearts were drawn with ink, however there was so much more to it. Once he found the page he was looking for, he waved and twiddled his fingers, indicating magical signals. Reaching into the book harshly, he removed the heart adorned on the page. It was black on the outside, but an emerald green radiated from the inside. It still beat, and arteries whipped around with their stubby, closed tips. Placing the heart on the last remaining spot on the circle, there was no blood to be cleansed of.

Putting his hands together, Serin focused on the ruby. Chanting a foreign language, a green energy plumed from the outlines of the circle, forming an opaque dome. It flashed with light every now and then. The class would shake and bolts of green magic would strike the ward from the dome. Changing what he did with his hands, he waved them upward, then outward, then downward, then back into himself while maintaining symmetry. The orb began changing shape rapidly and transmuting from the green energy to a thick, black muck. The blackness became ink-like and eventually the dome would be sucked into itself.

The dome was forced to rupture, and a buzzing cloud of electrical, green energy burst from it. Contained within the anti-magical circle Serin formed earlier, he tried his best to draw the energies into the ruby. Slowly but surely, he did so. Drawing his own hands in closer to the ruby but not touching it, he felt the pressure of magic and alchemy pushing back. Eventually, he'd win the battle and the energies would bolt into the Ruby. All of the ingredients were no more, including the gold coin.

What was once a ruby was now a cyan jewel with a completely random, polygonal shape. Finally grasping it and staring at it, he smiled. For those who were magically savvy in the room, whispers could be heard. The more magically adept, the louder the whispers and the higher the number of voices. "As Hoshiko seems to be the only one who studied the Philosopher's Stone to some degree, I will grant her this shard. A magical focus that, as long as you are careful, will not break. But it is...an odd item. Some of you might here the voices from within. That heart was the magical focus of a Lich, but seeing as none of us are necromancers, we can really only use it for alchemy."

Winking at Hoshiko, he feinted offering it to her. "Ah, I'm not being serious. I'm going to save this for next week, in which we will be doing a field test. It's quite wonderful. But for the meantime..." Setting the shard down on what was now a broken board, Serin picked up the parchment and quill and again plucked his finger, creating a magical circle on the parchment. Taking the shard, he whispered into it before shoving his harm through the parchment, pulling it out and revealing that he magically buried the gem within the parchment. Rolling it up, he retrieved a black ribbon and wrapped it tightly. Placing it in the bottle, he placed a rune-adorned cork on it and put it on his desk.

"Also, next week I will be covering my ribbon system. But a quick summary, blue means ASK me before you touch. Black is forbidden so don't touch. Red is for emergencies only and green means you are fine with checking out said item or just viewing it, but if you do the former than please leave some sort of note." Nodding to the class, he brought down the wards. and waved them off before retreating to his desk. "Class dismissed, I'll be at my desk taking questions, one at a time."

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Professor Serin was quite the traveler, having many artifacts at his disposal. Hoshiko wondered how he had managed to obtain a Philosopher's Stone. She wondered why Sicarius had been researching it. Sicarius didn't seem like he'd be interested in anything the stone had to offer. She wondered if he had known Serin, though doubted it. Sicarius knew very little people, and the people he did know didn't like him.

With class being over, she picked up her things, waved a good-bye to Professor Serin, and left the classroom.

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Under any other circumstances, Camilia would have been quite the diligent assistant, even going as far as to answer the question he asked. But, for once, this was something she knew nothing about-if the speed at which she was writing things down was any indicator. She had been forced to drop out of classes rather early in the year, as her father had passed away from an accident at his place of work early into her attendance of college, leaving her family without any way to make money, as her mother had her hands full enough with keeping the house itself taken care of, along with ensuring that they still had a place to live to begin with. They were unfortunately starting to run low on the little bit of money that they had left from when her father passed away, which meant that Camilia was forced to utilize her skill at creating things to take on commissions for weaponry or more complicated things from those among the populace.

Of course, since her leaving wasn't willingly, she still had much to learn, which was why she hadn't actually answered the question or really been verbally part of the lesson once it got started. She didn't even notice that the professor had shook his head at her, she was too busy making sure she got everything written down neatly in that little notebook of hers. Eventually, she just utilized her magical power to just allow herself to float in the air, sitting on a chair made entirely from condensed air underneath a small cushion of metal, which she was now sitting on with her legs crossed. She would be able to float around the room if she desired, but for now she was going to remain in her little area near the demonstration area, where she could get her curiosity sated by having a front row seat to this. Of course, even she got a little leery of the heart that he utilized, along with the gold coin. She knew about Port Royal, and its famous cursed Aztec Gold.

Still..the professor said that it was safe. She respected him enough to trust his judgement. However, when the professor started his chanting, and lightning came out of the dome, she allowed the metal cushion she was sitting on to vanish, leaving her standing as she wrote down the process of what was going on. Of course, she knew that this was a very advanced type of alchemy, something she wasn't prepared for. Still, it wouldn't hurt to have everything written down. Her eyes danced around the circle, even as she herself walked around, examining it from every feasible angle, excepting the one that the professor himself was viewing it at. She definitely had an interest in this. She jumped a bit when the dome ruptured, but was still safe, as the energies that he was releasing through this ritual were contained within the alchemical circle.

When it was all said and done, Camilia blinked, closing her tiny notebook-with three or four pages now filled from top to bottom with the emerald green ink she utilized for important things such as this-and put it away as the professor explained what he had made, then proceeded with one of his little fake outs, earning a little chuckle from Camilia. So class had yet to lose its excitement and entertainment factor. Good. It would have been sad to come back only to find that this class had lost its luster. But that wasn't the reason she had returned to this class to begin with. Actually, now that it was over, this might be a good time to actually go up to the professor and ask him about what she was doing wrong with her little project. Unfortunately, some of the class had actually gathered around the desk, asking the professor a variety of questions, leaving her to wait. It took a good twenty minutes for everyone who was crowding around Serin to disperse before she was able to walk up to his desk, putting her notebook back into the small bag she had brought with her before knocking lightly on the surface of his desk.

An interesting lesson, as always. But this lesson wasn't exactly why I came back, though it might end up being helpful regardless. I actually returned because you are the only person living here that I can think of who would know how to address this problem.. She said before turning her hand and waving it in a very specific way, a swirling vortex of wind and water dropping the lifeless golem she had been attempting to power mere feet away from where she stood, standing completely straight, but without any kind of life to it. It was a very simple golem, comprised mostly of gears and other types of machinery, along with a small component buried within its skull that allowed it to understand commands, while also allowing it to fight effectively.

You see..I left this class initially because of my father's passing, which left my family with very little money to our name. I started creating things that others have asked for, selling them to others. Recently, I was asked to create a simple golem that could do housework. That wasn't too hard..but it got me interested in the creation of more complex golems, such as this one. I call it The Knight. It's one of a pair, and the only one that can move..but it hasn't been able to be efficiently powered by any normal power source, nor by any of the few magical sources I was capable of generating on my own. I was wondering if you had any advice for something like this? Admittedly, this was likely a stretch. She knew that Serin was good with magic, but what if he wasn't good with machines and other things like this? Admittedly, compared to some of the other machines that existed around here, this Golem was incredibly simplistic, following a design that she made herself that allowed it to be lightweight, but still hit incredibly hard in combat..but, she would have her answer soon enough, all that she needed was for the professor to take a look at it and see what he could do.

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