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Thurviving Mad Thcientithtth [1.08]
The Danger Shop looked about as far from something as technologically advanced as a danger shop as it was possible to get. As the students walked through the doors they were plunged into night, the only illumination coming from a full and rather red moon, high in the sky. It was more than enough for them to see by.
Which they might later come to regret.
"One of the hallmarkth of the traditional mad thcientitht ith a burning, one might thay obthethive, need for partth. Unlike Igorth, who collect body partth in order to heal people, they are only interethted in building the nathtietht creature they can. The other thing about mad thcientithtth is that they rarely have a lot of money." Igor waved a cheerful hand at the seemingly endless graveyard, and the mausoleums scattered liberally through the grounds, and then pointed at a pile of shovels, picks, and burlap sacks, useful for anyone who'd forgotten their satchel.
"That'th where you come in. What can't be bought mutht be acquired. Head on out and try and find a few bitth and pieceth." There was a long pause, and then he took pity on them; he knew people tended to be squeamish. "None of the partth are human. There'th only bitth of animalth and mythological creatureth out there. Dig them up, break into the mautholeumth, thteal them from each other - the goal ith to get in, get a piece of thomething, cover your trackth and get out again." He grinned toothily. "You'll be uthing thome of thethe pieceth next week."
[ooc: plz wait for We have OCD]
Which they might later come to regret.
"One of the hallmarkth of the traditional mad thcientitht ith a burning, one might thay obthethive, need for partth. Unlike Igorth, who collect body partth in order to heal people, they are only interethted in building the nathtietht creature they can. The other thing about mad thcientithtth is that they rarely have a lot of money." Igor waved a cheerful hand at the seemingly endless graveyard, and the mausoleums scattered liberally through the grounds, and then pointed at a pile of shovels, picks, and burlap sacks, useful for anyone who'd forgotten their satchel.
"That'th where you come in. What can't be bought mutht be acquired. Head on out and try and find a few bitth and pieceth." There was a long pause, and then he took pity on them; he knew people tended to be squeamish. "None of the partth are human. There'th only bitth of animalth and mythological creatureth out there. Dig them up, break into the mautholeumth, thteal them from each other - the goal ith to get in, get a piece of thomething, cover your trackth and get out again." He grinned toothily. "You'll be uthing thome of thethe pieceth next week."
[ooc: plz wait for We have OCD]