Alchemist's Cookbook

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In one city mix:

       1 concerned young alchemist

       1 cult

       1 concerned young lady

       1 rough commute

       

Remove one young lady from her rightful place. Allow a conversation to be overheard and pursue the knowledge. Add one rough commute and leave plenty of room.

As I awoke the next morning, aka today, I got out of bed like normal and stood up, without my crutches.

“Well, I guess the elixir worked.” I said to myself. I positioned my arm in front of me and tried bending it.

It didn’t bend. Perfect. Now for the next test. I found my combat knife, held out my arm, and cut a slit into it, or tried to.

The epidermis split, but beneath that was something else, a tougher gray/black skin. I tried cutting again. I could feel the knife there, but it didn’t really hurt. I raised up the knife and brought it down hard. Finally I drew a drop of blood. The moment I removed the knife, the wound healed, and no one would have known anything had happened.

“Not bad, not bad at all.”

       

       The rest of my day went along normally, and I did not mention to anyone about my new found armor. Of course, I wouldn’t be surprised if May found out, considering I have seen her reading this journal. I really should get a lock for this thing.

       As I was leaving Dr. Good’s store I ran across Mary talking with a few other girls. She wore a black shirt with a white skirt. I did not recognize the figure on her shirt, but something about it struck me as odd. Maybe it was because it looked like some sort of alien creature.

       “Salutations Ms. Mary.”

       She turned, and from the look in her eye I’d say she was planning on meeting me. “Hey Jason. What’s up?”

       “Not a lot, you?”

       She handed me a flyer, which she seemed to have a stack of.

       “Discover your true worth. Is this some sort of religious group?” I read a bit further. It was pretty weird, and focused on helping girls get over the trauma of being forced from their homes and being forced to undergo surgery. I gave her a look. “Um, is this some sort of religious group?”

       “More of a support group. Try it out, you might like it. We could always use more members.”

       “Jason.” I turned to see June approaching. She had a strange look on her face, I had a bad feeling about it. “Where is May?”

       “I don’t know, why?”

       She held up a piece of paper. “I found this when I got home.”

       I took the paper. “May, I have been thinking about this since the day I met you. Please meet me in our usual place, your lover, Jason Vanes.” I paused. “Why are you bringing this to me? What May does is her business.” I didn’t mention the thoughts going through my head, or the sprouting jealousy. 

       “Jason, what are the odds of there being two Jason Vanes in this town, especially since there are only 3 male refugees?”

       I paused. The jealousy died, and fear took its place. “It’s a trick! Someone sent her a fake letter.” Suddenly I wished I knew this city better. Somehow, despite the chaos in my head, an idea formed. “Officer Reyna, do you think she would know of someone who would do this?”