paixaorpg | An example of the need for a proper labeling system [completed]

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An example of the need for a proper labeling system [completed]

Character(s): Vyers, Genie, potentially others?
Content: Vyers travels to Urd's place to get himself de-love potioned
Setting: Urd's house
Time: Late Afternoon, Week 32
Warnings: Wackiness! :D

While he had known that something needed to be done about his current condition before, the events of the past few hours had cemented Vyers' need to cure himself of this love potion as soon as possible. He only wished that it hadn't taken any reputation he had to be smashed to pieces in a public arena and a short oblivion of humiliation and guilt in order for him to find out. How would he be able to prove to him that he was not that sort of person? He loved his wife with all his heart. He just was a bit... addled (he supposed that was the best description for one under the influence of a love potion) at the moment.

Vyers frowned at the door to Urd's home, half-wondering if this was right and hoping no one would be around to see him and get the wrong idea (he had TOLD Gwen he was going to do this). His hand hovered over the doorknob. He knew he had to do this, but there was something deep down that told him something was going to go terribly wrong here.

He really didn't listen to that something enough.

With a hard swallow to settle his conviction, Vyers opened the door, stepped into the entry, and called to see if anyone was in the house. He wasn't entirely sure where Urd's room was, and was fairly certain it would be a good idea to inform others as to what he was here for, lest anyone else consider him some sort of pervert.

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“You’re early.” Genie replied hoarsely, suddenly appearing by the demons side. “And you didn’t even use the doorbell.” He pouted and closed the door with a sigh. Why had even bothered to install the thing when no one ever used it? Although, he had begun to suspect it was purposefully avoided due to the specific tune he had installed. “I had it all set up to play ‘It’s A Small World’ too.” Maybe he should have programmed it to play Carousel of Progress instead. After all, there really was great big beautiful tomorrow shining at the end of every day.

Genie wore a blanket draped over his head and around his body, which made him appeared as though he were donning some sort of cloak. Granted it was a very odd, quilt like, cloak but one none the less. He looked as though he had not slept in days, large, dark circles seen under his eyes. But the most striking of all were hundreds of bright red bumps which decorated his blue body. That, and the strange smell of orange pekoe which seemed to follow him.

“Urd said you’d be coming for a remedy.” He explained and pulled the blanket tighter around him. His voice sounded as tired as he looked. “Her room is just upstairs. I’ll show you the way. Oh! And wipe your shoes off at the door.” Genie scolded. “I just cleaned. Let me know if there is anything I can get for you.” He presented a tray of homemade cookies before Vyers with his free hand. “A cookie? Crumpet, perhaps? Spot of tea? Coffee? Americano and Turkish!” The tray magically filled with each item he listed off.

Vyers jumped a little at the sudden voice, not expecting anyone to arrive so soon, and wondering how in the world he could be early. Was there a planned time that he was not aware of? At least there was someone here who might be able to help him find what he needed.

But as Vyers took a closer look at Genie, he frowned. The djinn neither looked nor sounded well at all despite the warm welcome, and Vyers found himself spending more time trying to figure out what sort of illness had befallen Genie rather than focusing on the snacks and drinks offered to him. After all, what could possibly cause a genie to get so sick? "Are you... all right?" he asked cautiously. Hopefully whatever disease this was was not communicable. He hated to think what something that could infect a genie would do to a demon.

“Allergies.” He replied miserably and leaned away from his guest. Part of him doubted the demon wanted to be very close to him, especially when it came to the fear of infection. Genie didn’t need to be a mind reader to tell the thought had crossed Vyers’ mind. He lowered the tray he had held out in front of the demon. “Don’t worry, it’s not contagious. Otherwise I’d have kicked you out by now.” Genie explained with a chuckle. “Genie colds are different from human ones both in causes and symptoms. Whether a demon could be affected is questionable but overall they generally last only a century or two tops. That should be nothing for you.” According to D1 canon, at least. D2 and D3 really seemed to differ when it came demon aging. Consistency, what was that?

“It seems Urd’s wine hit us both pretty hard.” Genie said with another chuckle, hoping to add humour to the situation again rather than Vyers’ pity. “Powerful stuff. Who’d of thought we were both such lightweights, huh?” He playfully nudged Vyers at the comment. It was a minor tease that hopefully the demon would not take offence to.

"Aller--?" Vyers couldn't even finish the word. This hardly looked like the work of allergies to him, but but if Genie was certain... "I would not call a century 'nothing,' even for a demon." And especially when it came to being sick.

"So... the love potion did this?" He doubted it was the wine, unless in the case of it being a combination of the wine and the potion. Vyers stopped. "You have already used whatever it is that cures it, have you not? Or did it just have this effect?"

Maybe he had gotten his canon mixed up. That or he was confusing demons and vampires for one another again. At least as far as time was concerned. He was certain Vyers didn’t drink blood. Either way, he nodded in response. Time flew by faster for him. He had grown so accustom to long periods spent inside the lamp, simply feeling time move around him, a millennia itself had become quick, a century was almost the blink of an eye.

Genie chuckled at the demons worry that Urd’s ‘cure’ would cause him to look the way he did. “Nope! I’m afraid I have to stick to more traditional and barbaric remedies. I’ve never fully understood some of them myself, but if they work, I can’t complain. Like I said, Genie’s are different. I mean, we’re allergic to guava! Do you have any idea how awkward it is when you get those in fruit basket or find it in your drink?” He sighed dramatically and tossed the tray he had been holding to the side, its content, as well as the tray itself, vanished in a cloud of blue smoke before it had the chance to meet the floor. “To skip the biology lesson, Urd’s potion won’t have the same effect on me because of my molecular makeup. Love potions and all that jazz has just never mixed well with genies since the start. Why do you think we can’t make anybody fall in love, because we’re like Doctor Phil? No. We’re far trendier when it comes to facial hair.”

Vyers nodded, glancing briefly at the spot where the trays would have landed. “I had always wondered about that clause…” He couldn’t say he understood every bit of Genie’s explanation, but he got the basic idea. Urd had said something about the love potion she had made not working quite as she thought it would on the journals, hadn’t she? Her comment technically seemed to be geared more toward his personality changing its effects slightly, but even so, he wouldn’t be entirely surprised if biology came into it somehow too. Hopefully any remedy he was to take would not come with similar results.

…If he was able to find the remedy, that was. Though he had listened to the name of the potion Urd had told him he needed to take multiple times, he still wasn’t entirely sure how that would appear on any sort of label. Frankly, he wasn’t even sure what kind of language it was supposed to be, much less how it would be spelled. Perhaps Genie would know.

“If I may ask… How familiar are you with Miss Urd’s potions? Do you know where they are? Or any of their names?”

“Not as familiar as she is.” He replied with regret. “I don’t go into her room often and when I do it’s only for her laundry. I could tell you where they are but not much else.” Genie knew better than to go snooping through Urd’s potions, especially when it risked accidently ruining one of her works in progress. Nothing good could possibly come of that. He gave Vyers a sceptical look, curious if the demon even knew which potion he required. Could he read the ancient language scrawled across each bottle? There would be no hiding it if he chose the wrong bottle. Aside from the obvious side effect, Urd would know immediately upon opening the cupboard if even a fragment of a potion was missing. She had a far better eye than he did when it came to potions.

Genie adjusted the blanket around him again and slowly began to make his way up the stairs. He motioned for Vyers to follow. “It’s up this way. Do you know the name of the one you need or any of its primary ingredients?”

Vyers frowned a little. That wasn't good. He had hoped that Genie might be able to help him out a little more than that. But he knew where Urd kept her potions, at least, which was something. It was a step in the right direction. He nodded at the question and with a fair amount of difficulty recited the word Urd had said. "At least I believe that is what it was. I brought my journal along in order to listen again if need be."

He paused. "You... would not happen to know how that is spelled?"

Genie raised a brow at Vyers and allowed a moment of silence to be shared between them, the gears in his head slowly turning as they tried to process what the demon had said. Only then was he finally answering his question, a light bulb literally appearing above his head when he understood. “Oooooh,” he breathed, stretching the word out. “You mean… Gotcha! You’re pronouncing it all wrong.” The genie explained and repeated the name slowly for Vyers. “It’s a tricky one, so I don’t blame you. You just got to work on the accent.”

“But to answer your question, no, I don’t. Certainly not in a language you would understand. Although… I believe there is a polygon with three corners or vertices and three sides or edges which are line segments in the equation. That’s about as close as I can get to a first ‘letter’.” Slowly, Genie began to open the door to Urd’s bedroom – only to close it before the demon had a chance to peer into the room. He stood there for a moment with his hand on the door handle in hesitation. “… I can’t remember the last time I mopped the floors.” Of course he would worry about the state of the room before Vyers’ ‘condition’.

Vyers silently mouthed the word to himself a few times after Genie gave him the correct pronunciation. He wanted to make sure he got this right, fearing what would become of him if he didn't, but even now he wasn't entirely certain that he had it correct.

"Three corners or vertices..." Vyers echoed, brows creased in confusion. A... triangle? Or did he mean the letter Delta? Did Urd label her potions in Ancient Greek? That would certainly make things difficult. He wasn't very familiar with that. Vyers' worry showed on his face only briefly before it was hidden again.

"...Eh? No, no, it is quite all right. The sooner I am cured, the sooner you will be able to mop."

“I hope she at least cleaned before she left.” Genie said, mostly to himself, with a sigh. Who knew what they were about to walk in to? Dust bunnies, spider webs, an unpolished floor…! Oh, it was just too much. The thought alone made the genie feel even worse than he had before. Most in his position would fear, or perhaps more appropriately hope, that the goddess had left her undergarments exposed on her bedroom floor. Genie had not even considered such a thought. His eyes traveled to the sign which hung from her door where he traced the outline of Urd’s face. She had given Vyers her approval to enter but it still felt strange to him. She wouldn’t even let him in there sometimes.

Feeling a slight pang of jealousy, he opened the door and invited Vyers inside the room. “All her potions are in a large shelf.” He said cheerily. “You can’t miss it.” And you really couldn’t. Both the abundance of jars that sat on the shelf and the size of the shelf itself made it abundantly obvious where Vyers was to head. A work desk containing a small Bunsen burner among other lab equipment was stationed beside it.

Vyers stared at the sign on the door himself, and as he did so, multiple thoughts filtered through his mind: that Urd’s image engraved in the wood of the sign only served to remind him of the goddess’s immeasurable beauty, that Vyers wouldn’t mind having a sign of his own for his room but he doubted Gwen would let him, and that he really had absolutely no idea what he was doing. One look at the shelves of potions in the room was all it took to solidify that final thought. There were so many of them there in all sorts of different colors and sizes, and all Vyers had was a triangle and a word he wasn’t even sure he could pronounce.

The demon took a few steps into the room, hesitated, swallowed hard, and steeled himself. Now was not the time to get cold feet. He had come here for a reason, and the only way he was going to start on the road to fixing his poor, ruined reputation was to finish what he had started. Nevermind the fact that the wrong choice could lead to disasters unknown and could only end in more humiliation, everything could only go up from—

No, no, those sorts of thoughts were not what he needed right now. Perhaps it would just be better to focus on the task at hand.

Vyers took a breath and finally approached the shelves of potions. Seconds ticked past as the demon stared at the labels.

And stared.

And continued to stare.

“These…” he began, his voice barely above a whisper and shaking slightly. “THESE ARE NOT LETTERS!” Vyers clutched his head dramatically and let out a loud cry to the heavens. These were pictures! How did one even begin to pronounce pictures?! And he was supposed to figure out what the cure was from this?!

Vyers sucked in a trembling breath through his teeth to calm himself and took another look at the labels. He just… had to look for a triangle. From there he should be fine. And he had seen a few heart shapes on a few of the labels. Perhaps the label he was looking for would have something similar? Or a broken heart, though he was a little more hesitant to choose that one than the heart itself. There. That one had both. Now all he had to do was try and take a drink.

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Ten minutes later a very panicked, very pink Vyers, approximately a foot tall and fluttering about with brightly-colored butterfly wings, dashed from bottle to bottle, leaving sparkles in his wake and desperately looking for something to turn him back to his beautiful self. So far there were at least five partially empty bottles sitting out of their place on the shelves.

Edited 2011-07-06 21:39 (UTC)

It was always said that genies were of great use and value. At the moment, it would appear as though this particular genie was quite the opposite. Rather than by Vyers’ side, Genie could be found lounging on Urd’s bed, sporting a pair of sun glasses and eating from a bag of popcorn he had summoned for himself. The shades were required due to the amount of sparkle that glimmered off Vyers, far too bright for Genie to look at directly without causing harm to his eyes. Not to mention the bright shade of pink he had managed to turn himself. As for the popcorn, it was for the sheer entertainment while he watched the demon, or now perhaps pixie… No, that wasn’t right. He was certainly too tall to be a pixie. Maybe a fairy, those he had seen quite the variety of. Yes, that seemed appropriate. Watching the fairy jump about, frantic in search of the appropriate ‘cure’ to all three problems he had caused himself had been more than appropriate popcorn entertainment.

He supposed he could have been of more assistance to Vyers but watching him had proven far too amusing. It couldn’t hurt to watch him experiment with another potion or three.

Vyers was completely stumped. Going by the pictures on the labels wasn't helping him at all, and he wasn't even sure whether or not he was cured of his initial affliction. Every bottle he chose only served to make the situation that much worse, and he wasn't about to start pulling any more off anytime soon. As he continued to dart from bottle to bottle, panic welling up by the second, Vyers started to become aware of the fact that someone was watching him.

The demon's frantic fluttering slowed to a stop. He landed on one of the shelves and almost painfully slowly turned to face the genie on the bed. "Why are you just sitting there?!" he shouted, arms practically flailing about as he emphasized his words.

“Because I’m le tired.” He whined in a poorly imitated French accent. “Can’t I take a nap before we open zee wine- er, potion?” Honestly, Vyers was acting as though it were the end of ze world.

It must have been the odour of the popcorn that had drawn the demons attention back to him. Curse his decision to add extra butter. He knew it would lead to his undoing someday. Maybe not quite like this but it didn’t matter. The genie sighed before popping another piece into his mouth. Ah, well, he forgave it. Its delicious flavour made it hard to argue against it. Who could really hate something so good? … Wait, why had he been mad at popcorn again? Genie looked up to find Vyers waiting for him on one of the shelves. Oh, right! Yes, Vyers. He had forgotten about him.

“Should I stand up instead?” Genie asked, proving to be far more difficult than anything else. However, he had not been trying to give Vyers a difficult time. “It wouldn’t be as comfortable but if it makes you feel better…”

Vyers' face twitched at the response, though one would probably have to squint to see it, considering how small he was now (the things that this place did to him...!). "I would feel better if this was fixed!" he shouted. "How can I even leave this room while I look like this?! This is horrifying, degrading, absolutely humiliating! I am worse off now than when I started!"

((argh, short like Vyers is now))

Wow, what a downer. Vyers was being far too hard on himself. “I think you look pretty. It’s a little pinker than the eyes can handle maybe, but it’s a good colour!” Just not on him. The butterfly wings worked nicely, though. Had he not seen the demons prior wings, he would have mistaken them as natural. “You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself. It’s just something a little different from what you’re used to.” The genie drew a sigh. “But, if it bothers you that much, I think I may be able to whip up a little something. If not, I’m sure Paixao could always use a tooth fairy.” It probably had not been a good time to be waxing humorous but Genie couldn’t help himself. Hopefully the demon didn’t burst a blood vessel or anything. “Just kidding there, Vyers.”

The genie rubbed his chin and silently mused to himself how to go about the situation. The safest way to reverse the effects of the potions would likely be through another one. He wasn’t exactly sure what Vyers had taken himself but he was sure he could find something in his aunt’s recipe book that would be of use. Aunt B had a solution to everything except how to remove tomato sauce stains from clothing.

“Alright, Sugar Blossom,” Sugar Blossom being the fairy name Genie had decided to give Vyers. “You’ve made it clear you won’t leave this room, so I’ll get all ingredients we’ll need but I’ll need you to do something for me in return.”

Edited 2011-07-14 02:21 (UTC)

Vyers twitched again. "S, Sugar Blossom..." He practically hissed the new nickname under his breath, but fought desperately to keep his temper under control. It wouldn't do him any good to start yelling now, as much as he wanted to, as Genie was the only person currently around that would be able to help him. It was probably for the best that Vyers was so small and under the effects of so many potions at that moment, as that was probably the only thing preventing multiple earthquakes in Paixao.

The frown on Vyers' face was so pronounced as to be almost comical. "What do you need me to do?" he asked, every word practically having to be pried from his throat.

Flipping through a large recipe book, Genie did not as much as glance once at Vyers. Had he, he probably would have laughed and upset the demon fairy even further. Sugar Blossom was not nearly as bad as some of the other names he had had in mind, not by a long shot. Vyers had gotten off lucky, even when it had come to Urd’s potions. Short, pink and sparkly was not the worst it could have been. The genie hummed softly as he dragged his finger down one of the books pages. “I’ll need you to get me more orange pekoe tea, about seven boxes should do. I used everything in the house and I’ll be too drained after this to get any myself.”

He tapped the book, as though to draw the demons attention back to it before he continued. “Now, your symptoms don’t include a headache, nausea, third eye, two tongues or feathers of any sort, do they?” he asked, adjusting the reading glasses that had replaced his sun glasses. “Any rashes, scales or gills? Additional body parts of any sort I should know of – wings aside?”

Vyers perked up a little at Genie's demands. He didn't know exactly what Genie was going to do with all of that tea, but the request seemed simple enough. Finally, a stroke of luck!

He listened to the long list of symptoms given by the genie, his confusion mounting as he wondered what exactly Urd did with all these potions in the first place to cause such effects, but still in good spirits. The promise of this entire mess finally being solved was one he was going to cling to. "I do not believe so..." He didn't feel that much else was different. And he hadn't had that many potions, had he?

He glanced back to the five opened bottles. That... didn't SEEM like too much.

It had not seemed like much but the effects had certainly proven otherwise. Still, if this was all they had caused this was a very good sign. “Good, good.” He replied approvingly. “Then we’ll start right away. The kitchen stove will work just fine. Now, let’s see. Wormwood, lavender, snake oil, rotten egg, spider juice, a hint of cinnamon… Oh, this is will be easy. And here I was worried we’d need unicorn hair.” Genie laughed to himself and marked the books page with a ribbon before closing it. “Snake oil always had a certain bite to it and brains almost impossible to mash up without a few chunks left over but you’ll hardly even notice. We’ll disguise the taste with something else, something fruity and fun. I know just the thing.”

“This should only take a few minutes or so. I’m no potions master but I believe I’ll have this done fairly quickly. If I were to go downstairs and brew this, would be alright up here?” Whether or not Vyers could keep out of trouble was Genie’s true question. With so many potions around, something was bound to occur, curiosity always getting the best of people. He could only hope the demons current state was warning enough not to touch anything else.

Vyers made a slight face at the ingredients. It wasn't anything he wasn't used to hearing, but it certainly didn't sound like the most palatable thing in the world. Still, it was better to have a solution than to be stuck like this for who-knew-when. "Of course I will be fine," Vyers replied, his nose in the air as he tried to gather up what few tiny shards of pride and dignity he had left at the moment. "I may have made a small mistake, but I can assure you such a thing will not happen again."

He'd learned his lesson. Vyers was not about to look at the shelf of potions, much less drink another. It wasn't as though they had helped his situation any.

Genie twirled one of the small pots he had pulled from the kitchen cupboard in his hand in thought while he reviewed his aunt’s recipe book. The idea of using a cauldron felt too medieval, while a Bunsen burner made him feel as though he ought to be working in a cold lab wearing latex gloves. He wasn’t a fan of latex gloves. So, the idea of cooking potions in the kitchen worked naturally. That was how Aunt Barbra had done it and that was how he would too.

He worked over the stove efficiently, summoning all he required with a simple snap of his fingers. But with every ingredient he produced through magic, the more drained he began to feel. What had started as a seemingly quick process stretched out as he began to slow in speed. Genie did not allow his depleting energy bother him, however. He continued to hum to himself while he stirred the large pot which sat on the stove and allowed his eyes to wander around the kitchen. The best way to disguise the taste of the potion was to mix it with another food. Genie had originally intended to inject the potion inside an apple but the more he looked at the one he had placed aside, the more he began to doubt the idea. It felt far too evil queen, minus the sinisterly ugly part. Apples had a reputation for being poisonous since Snow White had last eaten one. Oranges were troublesome to open. Grapes would require one to eat plenty before the potion took effect and a banana… Well, a banana was... perfect so long as Vyers did not slip over the peel. He could manage that, right?

“All finished.” A raspy sounding Genie said from the doorway though, regardless of his words, appeared empty handed. His natural blue glow had seemingly burnt out, the energy he had once shown gone. “Just eat this,” he instructed and held out a bright yellow banana. “One bite and you’ll be back to normal.” Hopefully, anyway.

The more the minutes ticked by without sign of Genie, the more Vyers seriously started to consider going to search for Genie himself. It was a rather difficult decision, really, mostly because he would have to leave the room in order to do so, and while he didn't think there was anyone in the house other than Genie and himself, Vyers wasn't entirely keen on allowing even the simplest possibility that he might be seen in such a deplorable state. He slumped, resting his chin in his hand and staring intently at the far wall as he sat in thought.

The demon was still wrapped up in this internal debate when Genie returned, and so it took him several moments to realize what sort of state Genie was in. When Vyers did, however, he got to his feet and stared up at him in concern. "Are you certain you're all right?" Vyers asked, occasionally glancing toward the banana with a measure of disgust. Of all the choices available, did it really have to be that awful fruit? It would take forever for that awful taste to leave his mouth!

“Nothing a little rest can’t fix.” Genie replied with a wink. The last thing he wanted was for Vyers to worry about him. But, he still wanted the demon to bring him his tea. Otherwise his little concoction would be his last for awhile. At least, as far as any magic was concerned. For that reason, he also added “Or tea,” before leaning down to be at better eye-level with sweet Sugar Blossom. He held out the banana, having taken note of the sour look Vyers had given the fruit earlier.

“Don’t tell me you don’t like bananas.” He said, rather disappointed by the idea. “I mean, who doesn’t? What did bananas ever do to you? Didn’t anyone ever tell you I ain’t no hollaback girl?” Genie looked at the banana in his hand for a moment and shook his head. “Wait, no. That’s not it. This,” he held the fruit up triumphantly, then offered it back down to Vyers. “this is bananas. B-A-N-A-N-A-S!”

For some strange reason, the impromptu performance didn’t make Vyers want to eat bananas any more. Mostly, it just made him wonder what a “hollaback girl” was. Sort of. He really wasn’t sure he wanted to know. Vyers scowled at the fruit for a moment longer before finally taking it from Genie and fluttering down from the shelf to the floor, hoping the effects of the brewed cure would be worth the awful taste. “I have not forgotten about our agreement,” he assured Genie sourly as he started to peel open the banana with some effort. It was surprising just how difficult some activities became when one was considerably smaller than they used to be, particularly when an object whose small size one was generally used to was suddenly much bigger and therefore much more awkward to hold.

With a final cringe, Vyers took a bite out of the banana, making faces as he resisted the urge to spit out the bite the entire time. The effect was almost immediate, the world suddenly changing back to its usual proportions as the demon grew back to his normal size. With a pop the wings disappeared, and as the sparkles faded from the air, so too did the pink start to fade from Vyers’ body. He took a moment to examine himself, dashing over to the mirror and spinning around slowly a few times in order to inspect himself, making sure that every thing was in its proper place and the proper color. With a final spin and the inspection passed, Vyers let out a triumphant laugh, turning back toward Genie in much higher spirits.

“It seems I am back to my beautiful self. Thank you, sir, for your aid,” he said, grinning.

Honestly? Vyers didn’t want to know what a hollaback girl was nor the song associated with it. Vyers couldn’t handle a hollaback girl and, fortunately for Vyers, a music video re-enactment just couldn’t happen. Summoning the yellow Chevrolet Impala alone would have left Genie in an even worse state. Maybe when he was feeling better he would better educate the demon. Maybe.

He watched Vyers with mild amusement, still boggled over the idea that anyone could dislike bananas. What was it about them? If anything, he’d have thought the demon would have hated pears. Or, was that a certain Doctor? Hm, now he really wasn’t sure. Either way, Vyers did summon the strength to swallow the fruit down and ultimately return to his previous state. Genie titled his head to the side, watching the demon as he twirled on the spot. He hadn’t mixed up the recipe somehow, had he? Was this behaviour normal for Sugar Blossom? Genie tilted his head the opposite way. Well, if not, he was sure he’d hear of it.

“Sorry about the mishap.” He replied to the now cheery demon. “Both the wine and…” other potions he had sampled. “Urd meant well. I don’t think she ever thought it would get so… out of hand.”

For a moment, Vyers frowned a little at the mention of the wine, but his good humor quickly returned. He was cured now (or he was, at least, fairly sure he was cured), so there was little need to be angry. Vyers waved a hand dismissively. "As long as matters are cleared up in the end, I see no reason why this incident cannot be forgiven." A public apology, for instance, would be very nice. He had no intention of remaining a public pariah for actions that were hardly his fault.

And it was a fairly simple settlement for the pain and suffering he went through. Vyers was fairly sure Genie would be able to convince the goddess to do this deed for him, but if he wasn't, the demon was more than willing to plead his case himself.

Genie slowly nodded in response. “Should the potion have not worked or you experience any side effects, let me know.” It was better safe than sorry, right? “That includes nausea, headaches, hair loss, dry mouth, water retention, itching, oozing, or hallucinations. I do house calls, no charge.” He offered the demon a small smile and shifted slightly to lean against a wall.

“Normally, I’d love to entertain but, if it’s alright by you, I’d like to rest.” He didn’t necessarily want to kick Vyers out but he did want to return to his bath. Hopefully, the demon did not feel insulted. Though, part of him suspected he wanted to leave as soon as possible.

Vyers didn't feel a single shred of doubt that the cure would not do its job. Even if the one Genie gave him hadn't gotten rid of the love potion's effects, surely one of the other ones he had imbibed had taken care of it. Surely something good must have come from that period of horror and humiliation.

"No, no, it is quite all right," Vyers replied with a wave of his hand. "I should return before I begin to be missed." He thought he had mentioned that he was going out, but whether or not he actually had... Well, it was better to do such thins in secret anyway. There was no need for anyone to know of what had transpired here.

"I shall return in the next few days with my end of the deal." Vyers grinned and turned on his heel with a short wave as he headed toward the door.

Had he said days? He would return in a few days? Genie didn’t like days. He wanted one day and that day was today. Clearing his throat as Vyers turned to go he spoke firmly before the demon had the chance to reach the stairs. “Today. You must return today, otherwise…” The deal would be off. Genie may have reversed the effects of the potions but he could have just as easily reverted Vyers back to Sugar Blossom. True, Genie had always been lenient, but if Vyers was wise, he would agree to his terms. It was never a good idea to anger a genie.

Vyers whipped back around, startled. "T, Today?!" Where in the world was he supposed to get that much tea in a day?! No, not even a day, the day was mostly over! Were any of the shops going to even be open?! "Would not tomorrow be a little more..." Kind? Reasonable? "Would it not be better?"

“Today.” Genie repeated just as clearly as he had before. He had no intention of budging on this. “Matinal's should have enough. If not, bring back what you can. It has to be today.” There were far greater tasks he could have asked of Vyers. Had he not gotten off easy collecting tea?

Edited 2011-08-23 04:50 (UTC)

Vyers slumped, knowing he had little choice in the matter. "I will do what I can," he said, half-sulking as he finally made his way out the door.

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