Open Log - I feel like I should be cackling

[inferiority_complex]

Who: Chris Halliwell and you (OPEN)
When: August till event
Where: Solvunn and Horizon
What: Witchy shit
Warnings: weird ass ingredients. Beware of pigs feet.

Will match prose or brackets. Plot with me over at caletara

Comments

[respiting]

[ Who's Crane? What's Crane? Eh, the answer hardly matters. ]

I ain't changing into anything if I don't feel like it. And guess what, buddy? I don't feel like it.

[ Yeah. That's his story and he's sticking to it, petulance and all that. ]

Don't mean I can't change if I want to — and since I'm from your brain and all, you know I'm fully capable of it. Maybe you put something wrong in that potion of yours; or the raccoon's just a visual to fuck with you.

[ He gestures back to the bubbling pot with a claw, serene as they come. Is he going to get into trouble later for messing with newbies? Yeah, probably, but it's a joke, okay! It's funny! Look! They're gonna have a great time laughing over this later. ]

Is it working?

[inferiority_complex]

My hallucination talks back to me. What could go wrong with that?

[Chris kept poking with the potion he had been making. Maybe it did something besides be hallucinogenic? Either way, a hallucinogenic potion could be useful. As long as he wasn't near it. Still, seeing a raccoon wasn't exactly normal. If he could call anything in his life normal. But what else could it be?]]

Fine. What do you want then, oh raccoon fairy godmother? Besides your tutu, wings and magic wand.

And keep your mitts out of my pot.

[Chris dropped a piece of something into the pot and it went a little smokey. And he was still hallucinating. Cool.]

[respiting]

What the hell is a 'tutu'?

[ Whatever. Not important. ]

I ain't gonna touch your shit, dude. But you can tell me what you're trying to make, and why you're making it. That's what I want.

[ This is slowly becoming boring, his interest waning. ]

And who knows? Maybe I can uh ... lend you some advice or something. You know, 'cause that's my duty as a raccoon fairy godmother.

[inferiority_complex]

It's a potion, what does it look like I'm making? Soup? Who knows what I'm going to find in this freaking place, so I'm coming prepared. Or at least trying to. With oh so limited ingredients. This potion is....kind of like magical mace. It'll stop someone long enough for you to get away. Or....gouge their eyes out. Your choice. So. Any advise as my raccoon fairy godmother?

[Chris narrowed his eyes at Rocket, because seriously what the fuck was with this raccoon induced hallucination?]