Post by Fáelán O'Mongan on May 10, 2017 15:09:40 GMT -5
Fáelán bent his knee and scooped some of the desert sand into a small container. It seemed to be same as all the othe sand he'd collected thus far, but he had to be thorough and make sure that he had plenty of samples from as large and area as he could be bothered to traverse. "Zettai seems to have good ideas while plyed up with booze. I would never have thought about changing this sand back into reishi." As he put the vial into his satchel, he turned to his left and started walking "I hope this works out, this could give me a nigh unlimited reishi supply. Although it will be Hollow reishi, I'll have to look into trying to make it compatable with Quincy powers, or make new powers." He shrugged, these were problems for later.
The Quincy hummed a tune to himself as he stroled along roughly a stright line, he wondered how Zettai was doing with the collection. Fáelán had managed to convince Zettai to help with picking up sand samples, to do tests on. He found it unlikely that sand from different areas would be more or less likely to produce positive results, but it was worth testing anyway.
The mans stomach grumbled, telling him to have a snack, he let out a sigh. "I'm still not able to fully resist the toxicity of this atmospere, but i suppose a quick bite wont hurt." The Quincy stopped walking and fidgeted in his bag for one of the chocolate bars he had packed. He found one of the bite size pieces of chocolate and unwrapped it. After putting the wrapper back into his satchel, he took a deep breath and unclipped his mask. Fáelán quickly shoved the bar into his mouth and began to buckle his mask up again. Once he had chewed and swallowed the snack he let out the breathe he'd been holding and took another deep breath. He coughed as he felt some of the toxic atmosphere burn the back of his throat. "I wish I could get around without this atmosphere trying to incapacitate me constantly." He shook his head and looked up into the sky to the moon, "Night time is starting to get depressing."
WC = 375
The Quincy hummed a tune to himself as he stroled along roughly a stright line, he wondered how Zettai was doing with the collection. Fáelán had managed to convince Zettai to help with picking up sand samples, to do tests on. He found it unlikely that sand from different areas would be more or less likely to produce positive results, but it was worth testing anyway.
The mans stomach grumbled, telling him to have a snack, he let out a sigh. "I'm still not able to fully resist the toxicity of this atmospere, but i suppose a quick bite wont hurt." The Quincy stopped walking and fidgeted in his bag for one of the chocolate bars he had packed. He found one of the bite size pieces of chocolate and unwrapped it. After putting the wrapper back into his satchel, he took a deep breath and unclipped his mask. Fáelán quickly shoved the bar into his mouth and began to buckle his mask up again. Once he had chewed and swallowed the snack he let out the breathe he'd been holding and took another deep breath. He coughed as he felt some of the toxic atmosphere burn the back of his throat. "I wish I could get around without this atmosphere trying to incapacitate me constantly." He shook his head and looked up into the sky to the moon, "Night time is starting to get depressing."
WC = 375