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Arkae Zellar SOMETIME EARLY ON DURING THE BAR CRAWL

Arkae pulls Arcadia aside. "Hey! Hey... I'd been meaning to figure out something nice to do for you, for all your help with the airship stuff. Especially since it still isn't done yet, heh."
Arcadia Arcadia wasn't passing up a chance to unwind and bond with people. But social outings like this were still new to her and it shows as the sphinx tends to just drift on the edge of whatever is going on.

Which does make it a bit easier to pull her aside without awkwardness though. "Huh?" She tilts her head, sidebangs swaying to the side with the motion. "You mean besides a place to hang out and do crazy exciting raiding stuff?"
Arkae Zellar "Oh, well, that's *perks*. Getting to ride in the awesome airship sourced from parts all over the multiverse is just, you know, perks. For sticking with it and sticking your neck out I figure I owe you a favor."

"And if you don't mind, that's easiest for me to repay with these..."

She reaches into her bag and pulls out a wooden display rack (which was bigger than the bag it contains). "Since I can make pretty much an endless amount of these - well, endless till I get tired or bored, anyway."

The rack contains sets of vials and bottles full of colorful liquids, each with hand-written labels - 'Healing', 'Cure-All', 'Heroism', 'Wisdom', 'Water Breathing', etcetera. There's a couple of them that have crude skulls drawn on the labels... 'Poison', 'Paralysis', 'Sleep'... probably not ones to injest yourself, and better forced upon other people.

"Pick out something, and I'll make sure to make extras for you to use. They're good stuff."
Arcadia "Good perks to keep a crew interested then!" Arcadia replies with a laugh. "And I can get you port at almost anywhere in the Line, as long as they're not opposing the city of course."

Her eyes widen a bit as Arkae pulls the rack out. Less at her doing so (she's got her own subdimensional inventory) and more at what it is, and how thoroughly stocked it is besides. Without spilling everything off the rack yanking it out too. "Wow. You travel prepared, even for an alchemist."

The sphinx leans forward to investigate the contents. "But a backup for when my speed isn't enough to get the job done isn't a bad idea...", she muses. It hurts a little to admit that speed isn't the only answer, but she's already run into that issue enough times due to the multiverse to not be able to ignore it.
Arkae Zellar "I mean, you can *fly*. I haven't mastered that, heh," says Arkae. "I think your speed will get you through plenty."

"... But it's good to have a backup, yeah."
Arcadia Arcadia's wings flutter a little at the mention of flying. "That's all true... but there's challenges beyond what I have experience with on The Line, too. Can't ignore that." She grins, points of fangs showing. "I'm cocky and reckless, not -stupid-."

Then turns her attention back to the rack. "Hmmm."
Arkae Zellar "Healing's pretty good... the cure-all is pretty good. I don't think you'll need water walking or water breathing..."

Arkae's fingers walk down the row of poisons. "Sometimes you just need to put someone under without killing them, for whatever reason..."

"... And the potion of wisdom is always really good in a pinch..."
Arcadia Arcadia raises a brow. "How do you put wisdom into a potion?" she asks out of honest curiousity. That is one of those things that seems like you have to learn for yourself.

Meanwhile she plucks one of the cure-all vials from the rack, turning it over to inspect. "So this purges stuff like poison and paralytic agents?" She's at least smart enough to ask rather than just grab.
Arkae Zellar "Oh yeah, not only artificial stuff, but if you get a cold and chug one of these you'll be right as rain."

"... If you get cursed or something, though, this can only really help with the symptoms."
Arcadia Arcadia nods her head. "Still. Not something people have easy access to." The decursing she knows is a long and intricrate metaphysical process done in the Technocracy's laboratories. "And yes, my physiology is still 'organic' enough to be afflicted by toxins and such." She pauses to flex one of her arms. "Much of the artifical and arcane aspects still operate on amplified biomechanical concepts. It's just such things are intergrated on a biomolecular level."

She picks the cure-all vial back up. "So something like this could be extremely useful."
Arkae Zellar Arkae nods along. Golarion has robots and stuff, too.

"You got it. Take that one with you, and... oh, I'll make sure there's a supply in the locker on board the Feathered Majesty, just fill back up as you need, alright?"
Arcadia Arcadia gives a thumbs up with her other hand. "Excellent."

The vial blips away as she tucks it into her subdimensional inventory. Nice and easy to access should she need it.
Arkae Zellar "Right!"

"Now let's get back to the party, shall we?"

Which is totally 10 words, what the fuck scenesys
Arcadia Arcadia giggles and picks up her glass. "Good timing, because I totally need a refill." Back to bonding and drinking and learning more about actually being socially involved with people!