A Jekyll and Hyde Story/Roleplay

Part 7

B: *All Robert could do was look at the illustrations of said ingredients. His face twisted a little, confused at what he saw. Indeed, he had an enormous variety of spices, herbs, rare plants and chemicals and other things which he collected, so maybe somewhere in his stash, he might have something of it. He couldn't really tell much from the images however, he needed their names and details*, "well, worst comes to worst, we'll end up venturing out to find a dealer who may hold these ingredients", *he suggested having done this probably hundreds of times before*.

A: "Hold on, actually." Keza reached into her pocket, searching through each one until she found a small square of paper. On it were written the English or Latin names of the ingredients that were in the recipe. Her shopping list if you will, which had only one or two checks on it at all. "Here. These are the chemicals and herbs. I had forgotten that I wrote them out." She honestly had. After nervously stuttering out what she needed to more than a few shop keeps she had started to remember what to ask for in order of how expensive it would be.

B: "This is not to pull your hopes down, but I assume you realize that making this once will not last for a long time. I'm assuming you are to buy as much as you can of these ingredients? Otherwise you will run out", *he paused*, "I'm assuming these items are rare, so you either need to use it extremely carefully, get as much as you can or find a proper dealer who you can rely on", *he explained. But he half realized that maybe this dealer could be himself, but he'd never really heard of these ingredients at all. There were obviously stories of said ingredients, nothing more though. In fact, before not too long ago, he thought werewolves were not real in this world!*

A: "I can get most of them, and I already have some back at home, but some are quite a bit out of my price range." Keza admitted with an embarrassed blush tinting her cheeks and the tips of her ears. "Though if I can manage it, I could make one potion a month and make the dry ingredients last at least six or seven months." she thought, doing the figures in her head of proportions and how much she needed. One batch would last her the three days that she transformed, and then some. She could easily make less so that she could stretch her supply. Or even make the potion all at once, and save it for when she needed it. She wasn't quite sure yet, as she didn't know if it would keep.

B: "So, now my mind jumps to the conclusion that you came here for money? But I don't see you like a money thirsty being as some are around here. I'm thinking you came for something else to? Support maybe? Advise? Or maybe even to see how I get around and do things with the unfortunate beast I have?" *He asked trying not to sound intimidating. He might be happy to maybe chip in a little money, but he was more able to support her and give advise (etc).

A: "Oh no! I would never ask money of you, or anyone at all. I will not stoop to begging." her face was firm and a bit more red than before. Begging was not an option for her. "Money I can get, eventually, but I do have to admit that I did come for more than just this. I'm not well versed in the study of science, and I would barely be able to follow directions fir this potion. I came in actuality, to ask if you would help me find a cure for Lycanthropy."

B: "Well, as I hope you have gathered from maybe my speech or ideas or facial expressions, I don't really possess much information about this condition at all. I have only caught the faintest breeze of it; so I guess we shall learn together. Indeed, I can with the science, I guess, too, I can try to give other pointers and advise which may help your future?" *He suggested in a short explanation. He seemed happy to help her out; besides, something he loved was to learn new things of the strange, different world that he'd been thrust into. Their world wasn't like anyone else's in London, or anywhere for that matter, for only a tiny handful on this Earth - some of which Robert had had experiences with - were in this unnatural, bewildering, dangerous, maybe demon world*, "in fact", *he added a few thoughts later; he pulled himself from his chair and walked towards a shelf above the fireplace to his left (her right) on the wall. There stood various artifacts: several books for reading, a couple thin ones and a few really rather thick ones!, an empty jar, three small bottles - all of maybe 100ml, one containing an unpleasant, dirt-red coloured liquid and another of a dingy natural green colour, and finally, another containing only a few pure white pulls - and some stacked notebooks. He pulled one notebook from its friends and carried it to his seat. Sitting back down, he opened the book and flickered its brand new, blank pages. He picked up his pen, opened to the first page and wrote "Lycanthropy" in big letters. 'Lycanthropy' in big letters at the top of the page. He looked up from the page*, "this shall be a learning curve for you as well as me. I shall - if you do not mind - make a research book on this condition; I could consider making another copy for you too from our finding. But be certain that there may be no cure, for there isn't one for me that i know of".