Inside of a white townhouse, on a bustling street.
"Ahahahaha! Harper! Good News!"
Ira laughed wildly as he sat on the edge of his bed. A black book was on his lap with strange words and symbols. The reason why he was laughing was because he finally understood one page in the book. The faint whispers that occurred when reading the book seed to stop for now. He ripped the page out of the book but the contents faded away and it beca a plain piece of paper. The words slowly reappeared onto a different page.
A barefoot Harper walked into the room rubbing her eyes.
"Ira...what is it?"
She said as she yawned.
Ira grabbed her and tossed her up.
"Waah!"
Harper shouted in surprise. As she fell back down she landed in Ira's arms, before he tossed her up again.
"Hahaha!"
She giggled wildly, as she flew through the air. Her giggle sounded like a high-pitched version of Ira's laugh.
"Alright."
Ira caught her and put her down. Her brown and black hair was very ssy, but she paid no mind and continued to giggle.
"You go to the general store down the street and get so pencils and paper. I'll go buy breakfast."
Ira waved his hand and gave Harper 100 Gre.
"Alright!"
Harper nodded her head and ran to put on her shoes.
Ira chuckled as he went downstairs ahead of her.
"Wait for !"
She giggled as she stumbled to put her shoes on.
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After getting so breakfast, pencils, and so paper. Ira and Harper sat at the dining room table eating their food, Ira had a few steaks and a couple pieces of fruit, while Harper ate the sa al, but with one steak and less fruit. Ira finished his food first and began writing. He finished and nodded his head in a satisfied manner.
"Harper, do you know what this is?"
He asked as he smiled brightly.
Harper shook her head as she closely guarded her steak.
"Ha, it's a recipe. For sothing great."
Ira laughed as he scanned over the paper again.
"What's so great about it?"
Harper asked as she peeked over.
"When we go see an alchemist you'll understand."
Ira got up and walked towards the door. Harper looked at him and then her food, she decided she would finish it later and chased after him.
Wsssh.
Ira appeared at his original position and took the rest of Harper's steak.
"Hey!"
She stomped her feet.
"Let's go."
Ira chuckled as they left the house.
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Ira and Harper reached a small run down building in a far corner in the capital.
Small crooked letters, made from iron that had long since gathered rust, sat above the building.
They read as follows:
Charlie's Alchemical Concoctions.
The door for the building was made from plate iron and gave it the appearance of a vault if anything.
Creeaak.
Ira opened the creaky tal door and stepped in. Harper wasn't far behind him.
Inside was a ss. The counter was cluttered with jars and tubes of mystery creatures and liquids. Books were strewn across the floor, and the actual bookshelf was close to empty. Boxes full of beakers, tubes, and a variety of other tools were placed in the corner, in short, the whole room felt as disorganized. A man charged out from the backroom which emitted a rotten scent.
"Custor or rcenary?"
A middle-aged man erged from the room and closed the door.
"Both."
Ira said as he smiled.
The middle-aged man had a patchy beard, long dark brown hair, which was very unkempt, and a black apron over a set of plain beige clothes. He had a na plate on his apron which read "Charles".
"What do you need?"
The middle-aged man picked up a notepad and began writing hastily.
"Can you help make this?"
Ira asked with a chuckle as he slid the paper onto the counter. The man sighed as he pulled out glasses from his pocket. The numbers of tis he was given idiotic personal requests were too many to count. Most people were ignorant about alchemy, they just brought various potions and mixtures, not diving into the specifics.
"Listen, if it's another request about a love potion I-"
Charles was stopped in his tracks as he read the contents of the paper.
"T-This..."
He repeatedly looked over the paper then at Ira.
Ira laughed as he snatched the paper back.
"Well can you?"
Ira asked.
"I can, but are you using it for yourself?"
Charles asked wide-eyed.
"No. I think my sister needs it more than ."
Ira said as he stepped to the side and pointed at Harper.
"Perfect!"
Charles shouted.
"With her body still in its early developntal stage, we just need to make it."
Charles cackled madly. Right now he was brimming with joy.
"Do you know what it is?!"
He asked passionately.
"A recipe."
Ira shrugged casually.
"Not just that! It's the process for filtering out genetic traits and splicing them all into one cohesive bloodline!"
Charles said as he breathed heavily.
"It's not a specific set of ingredients listed, so there are literally hundreds upon hundreds of possibilities. If this got exposed to the world, I'm sure every major power would fight for it."
Charles rambled on unrestrainedly.
"Not only that! It may ramifications beyond the control of any lifeforms."
Charles sohow perford a miracle and widened his eyes even further than they would previously go.
"Could you explain it better?"
Ira scratched his head in a confused manner.
"Yeah, can you explain it better?"
Harper echoed after him and scratched her head the sa as Ira.
"Hold on!"
Charles ran into the backroom and ca back out with a large white colored board and started drawing five circles and a series of different black lines.
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