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The apothecary is a large room, adorned with marble floor and styled windows, where any and all potions the group may require are brewed. The desks are stocked high with recipe books and the shelves stocked with experiments. The Parade's professional potioneer Søren Vynter can often be found in here, though do your best not to distract him - he is a busy man.

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Soren and Reuben

Sorenwbgif
Søren Vynter - The Black Parade Potioneer

-“I haven't dealt in anything as common as money in years.”
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He was working away, leather apron on and peering into a cauldron, over a mixture which looked a bit like tar.


Reubensmall
Reuben Ellis Cole - freelance espionage agent • in the business of misery

- "Leave me alone."
Message Me  - 11:21, September 15, 2018 (UTC)

There's a revolting smell coming from the Apothecary which has filled the entire Citadel and made Reuben gag multiple times on the way over here. Once he manages to find the room, he pokes his head in the door and sees Soren - believe me, he's heard stories - bent over the cauldron. "What are you making?" he asks with a grimace. "The Muggles can probably smell it above us."
Sorenwbgif
Søren Vynter - The Black Parade Potioneer

-“I haven't dealt in anything as common as money in years.”
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He looks over at the new guy, surprised he’s not seen him before. “A breakthrough. If I can get it to work. A poison so harsh it turns its victims into stone. Essence of Medusa.” He says, looking back at the mixture, which needs to be thinned out severely. “What do you want? Polyjuice potion is only dispensed under Sabrina’s orders.” He was sick of paraders trying to swindle him out of his precious polyjuice for their own gain.


Reubensmall
Reuben Ellis Cole - freelance espionage agent • in the business of misery

- "Leave me alone."
Message Me  - 11:51, September 15, 2018 (UTC)

Damn, this disguise really does work. Reuben shifts a little, distracted by the bubbling of the mixture which looks like it's about to set in the cauldron, before looking back up at Soren, who looks - well, puffy. "Soren, yes?" he asks, holding out a hand. "Reuben Ellis Cole. I'm - a friend of Adele's. I presume you've heard about what happened to her?"
Sorenwbgif
Søren Vynter - The Black Parade Potioneer

-“I haven't dealt in anything as common as money in years.”
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He looks the man up and down again, before nodding. "I've heard. Didn't want to believe it true, but I guess it is." He says, pouring something into the cauldron, making the potion go colourless, the blackness of the tar being omitted in the form of a dark cloud of smoke. "What brings you here, Rueben Ellis Cole?" He asks, crossing his arms over his chest.


Reubensmall
Reuben Ellis Cole - freelance espionage agent • in the business of misery

- "Leave me alone."
Message Me  - 14:36, September 15, 2018 (UTC)

As Soren talks, Reuben lets his eyes wander around the room, taking in the shelves of bottles with hand-written labels filled with various colours of liquids, dusty and shadowed. “Literally? The smell,” he says, leaning a shoulder against the doorframe. “But otherwise - I’m looking for a poison. A nasty one. You’re apparently the man who can make it.”
Sorenwbgif
Søren Vynter - The Black Parade Potioneer

-“I haven't dealt in anything as common as money in years.”
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He scoffs, and then smirks. "I can. For a price."


Reubensmall
Reuben Ellis Cole - freelance espionage agent • in the business of misery

- "Leave me alone."
Message Me  - 14:54, September 15, 2018 (UTC)

He scoffs too, then peers at Soren, waiting for his reaction. “What if I said it was a poison for the man who killed Adele?”
Sorenwbgif
Søren Vynter - The Black Parade Potioneer

-“I haven't dealt in anything as common as money in years.”
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"I'd tell you to either fuck off and stop wasting my time or to explain yourself." He shoots back, leaning against his countertop.


Reubensmall
Reuben Ellis Cole - freelance espionage agent • in the business of misery

- "Leave me alone."
Message Me  - 16:13, September 15, 2018 (UTC)

An eyebrow raises; he's heard tales of Soren's unpredictability, mainly from a ranting Adele, but he knows how much the potioneer cares. "Pretty self-explanatory," he shrugs. "I know who killed Adele and I'm going after him. A Killing Curse is too quick, a Crucio isn't painful enough. I need something that can do the job of both."
Sorenwbgif
Søren Vynter - The Black Parade Potioneer

-“I haven't dealt in anything as common as money in years.”
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He considers the man. "I have the right thing. But if you're avenging Adele, I want in." He says plainly. "I want to see each of those bastards suffer."


Reubensmall
Reuben Ellis Cole - freelance espionage agent • in the business of misery

- "Leave me alone."
Message Me  - 18:23, September 15, 2018 (UTC)

"Yeah, Sabrina said you'd say that," he grumbles, looking down. "I'm going it alone. It's a dangerou situation, I don't think Sabrina would appreciate it if any more of her Parade died."
Sorenwbgif
Søren Vynter - The Black Parade Potioneer

-“I haven't dealt in anything as common as money in years.”
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He smirks. “Well then, a very fine pair of tough titties to you, sir.” He says with a hint of amusement on his voice.


Reubensmall
Reuben Ellis Cole - freelance espionage agent • in the business of misery

- "Leave me alone."
Message Me  - 18:32, September 15, 2018 (UTC)

He rolls his eyes - who is this guy? "Well then? Can you make one? A poison? The nastiest one you've ever even dreamed about, preferably."
Sorenwbgif
Søren Vynter - The Black Parade Potioneer

-“I haven't dealt in anything as common as money in years.”
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He almost laughs. “As I said before, a very fine pair of tough titties to you, Sir.”


Reubensmall
Reuben Ellis Cole - freelance espionage agent • in the business of misery

- "Leave me alone."
Message Me  - 18:45, September 15, 2018 (UTC)

Reuben sighs and makes his way over to one of the shelves, reading across the labels for something which he knows will cause a nicely painful death; there's all sorts of things here, with every sort of side effect attached to them.
Sorenwbgif
Søren Vynter - The Black Parade Potioneer

-“I haven't dealt in anything as common as money in years.”
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without even blinking, Soren finds himself pointing his wand at the thief. “Don’t do something like that. You’d regret it.”


Reubensmall
Reuben Ellis Cole - freelance espionage agent • in the business of misery

- "Leave me alone."
Message Me  - 19:43, September 15, 2018 (UTC)

The wand in his face is an unwelcome intrusion, and Reuben turns away from the shelf and fully to Soren, a challenging look brewing behind his eyes. "What's up, junkie, is this your personal stash?" The bottles are recognisably a sleeping draught, one which Reuben had to use for some time to numb the bad dreams after Adele's death. "Bit unprofessional to get high off of your own supply, is it not?"
Sorenwbgif
Søren Vynter - The Black Parade Potioneer

-“I haven't dealt in anything as common as money in years.”
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He snarls, “You know. I can smell the polyjuice on your breathe from a mile away.” He spits, before casting a nonverbal Incarcerous at Reuben.


Reubensmall
Reuben Ellis Cole - freelance espionage agent • in the business of misery

- "Leave me alone."
Message Me  - 19:51, September 15, 2018 (UTC)

He feels the tightness of the ropes beginning to form almost a millisecond before his heartrate quickens instantly at the mention of Polyjuice - since when did that have a smell? - and he attempts to thrash his way out of the ropes, casting a few nonverbal spells to dispell of them. "Oh yes, go ahead," he growls. "Sabrina would love to know you've killed the only hope of finding her dead wife's murderer."
Sorenwbgif
Søren Vynter - The Black Parade Potioneer

-“I haven't dealt in anything as common as money in years.”
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”You think Sabrina gives a shit about you?” He laughs. “Bold of you to assume I’d kill you. You forget that my job is to play with the minds of prisoners, until they spill every last secret.” He says coolly. “You’ve got a lot of nerve to come here like a wolf in sheeps clothing. Who are you and why are you here, you little snake?”


Reubensmall
Reuben Ellis Cole - freelance espionage agent • in the business of misery

- "Leave me alone."
Message Me  - 20:09, September 15, 2018 (UTC)

"I've told you already," Reuben sighs, already getting bored of this. He has places to be, people to kill. "Reuben Ellis Cole, here to get a poison to avenge Adele. If you don't want to help me, go back to your little cauldron and try not to drink it all yourself."
Sorenwbgif
Søren Vynter - The Black Parade Potioneer

-“I haven't dealt in anything as common as money in years.”
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Wrong answer. He lowers his wand, to avoid suspicion, but instead casts a nonverbal petrificus totalus at Reuben.


Reubensmall
Reuben Ellis Cole - freelance espionage agent • in the business of misery

- "Leave me alone."
Message Me  - 20:15, September 15, 2018 (UTC)

Luckily, that first nonverbal spell gave away Soren's tells - eyebrow twitch, eyes squint slightly - so Reuben knows to expect it, and casts a nonverbal shield to protect himself. "Give it a rest and let me go. I wouldn't be in the Citadel if Sabrina didn't trust me, would I?"
Sorenwbgif
Søren Vynter - The Black Parade Potioneer

-“I haven't dealt in anything as common as money in years.”
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He walks over to the potions and picks out a little black bottle. Veritaserum. “Not a lying little rat? Prove it.” He states simply.


Reubensmall
Reuben Ellis Cole - freelance espionage agent • in the business of misery

- "Leave me alone."
Message Me  - 21:02, September 15, 2018 (UTC)

He can almost smell the Veritaserum from where Soren's dangling it in front of his face, eyes glinting, and Reuben's face darkens. There's some - bad memories associated with that stuff. "Now now," he says, his careless facade dropped for favour of one much less prepared to mess around. "Veritaserum won't cause the Polyjuice to end early, will it?"
Sorenwbgif
Søren Vynter - The Black Parade Potioneer

-“I haven't dealt in anything as common as money in years.”
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He smirks sadistically. “You can find out. It’ll be our little...science experiment.” He muses. “Or you can ‘fess up the easy way.”


Reubensmall
Reuben Ellis Cole - freelance espionage agent • in the business of misery

- "Leave me alone."
Message Me  - 21:18, September 15, 2018 (UTC)

As strong as he likes to think he is, Reuben has his weakness - and it’s staring him right in the face. Beads of sweat begin to blossom on his forehead at the sheer thought of going through all that shit again, so he spits out through gritted teeth, “You already know who I am.”
Sorenwbgif
Søren Vynter - The Black Parade Potioneer

-“I haven't dealt in anything as common as money in years.”
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“I thought as much. There’s only one bastard stupid enough to get someone like Ade killed.” He spits. “Welcome to the Parade, Lucien.” He says his name like it’s a curse, a dirty word.


Reubensmall
Reuben Ellis Cole - freelance espionage agent • in the business of misery

- "Leave me alone."
Message Me  - 21:23, September 15, 2018 (UTC)

That remark stings - it rings with truth, touches every exposed nerve in Reuben’s body - but he twists the energy into a poisonous smile, praying that Polyjuice doesn’t recede and leave him utterly exposed. “You’ve got a brain, Soren,” he smirks. “Surprised all the drugs didn’t ruin it.”
Sorenwbgif
Søren Vynter - The Black Parade Potioneer

-“I haven't dealt in anything as common as money in years.”
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He smirks, “I’ve been clean for a year and a half. Funny how staying sober sharpens the mind.” He says, his face inches away from Reubens. “Now, I’m gonna release you and you and I are gonna go on a little field trip. To avenge our sister.” He says, handing him a bottle of polyjuice. “Do me a favour and keep replenished. This face suits you more than what I imagine you really look like.


Reubensmall
Reuben Ellis Cole - freelance espionage agent • in the business of misery

- "Leave me alone."
Message Me  - 21:32, September 15, 2018 (UTC)

Now he’s up close, Reuben lets his eyes wander over Soren’s face, seeing every scar and the dark circles under his bloodshot eyes and the three-day-old stubble peppered around his jaw. He dealt needs a shower. And a breath mint. “Don’t tease me,” he grumbles, stepping back. “Like I said, you’re staying here. I’m doing this alone.”
Sorenwbgif
Søren Vynter - The Black Parade Potioneer

-“I haven't dealt in anything as common as money in years.”
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”If I stay, so do you.” He says plainly. “I’m sure you’re no stranger to dungeons, so you’ll feel right at home.”


Reubensmall
Reuben Ellis Cole - freelance espionage agent • in the business of misery

- "Leave me alone."
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He lets our a scoff, straightening his jacket. “Have you forgotten what state you were in last time Adele went missing?” he says. “Apparently you were so high you could barely speak. You’re sure you’re not going to fall off the wagon again?”
Sorenwbgif
Søren Vynter - The Black Parade Potioneer

-“I haven't dealt in anything as common as money in years.”
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"You just worry about keeping your cover. I'll handle myself. Do we have an understanding?"


Reubensmall
Reuben Ellis Cole - freelance espionage agent • in the business of misery

- "Leave me alone."
Message Me  - 22:01, September 15, 2018 (UTC)

“Do I have a choice?” he grumbles, rolling his eyes.