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The Xavier Institute Mod Journal ([personal profile] uncanny_xmods) wrote in [community profile] institutesamples2012-12-03 01:25 pm
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comparative_insanity: (You can't melt it down in the rain)

[personal profile] comparative_insanity 2012-12-04 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
He only giggles and draws his hand to himself as the raven pecks at it, not looking overly worried. The school's medical staff know who he is. He usually manages to get hurt somehow on a regular basis.

And now observe the boy giving those jars the skeptical look of any science-inclined youth faced with something that doesn't look very modern, but at the same time the curiosity of someone who really wants to know what that is for. And she's a teacher, right? Surely she wouldn't do anything unhygienic to his hand that would risk hurting it. So where's the harm? And so he gingerly holds out his hand toward her.

"Ah, what is that, exactly?"
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[personal profile] bearablefate 2012-12-04 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
Ms. Carver gave a big, mostly-toothless smile and laughed to herself, the ehehehehe sounding perhaps a tad too much like a cackle.

"Oh, it's just a little home remedy. The people I give it to have found it quite effective over the few decades." Decades? Other people?

The raven indignantly flutters to perch on her head as the teacher wipes excess blood away with the rag, then slathers a glop of the 'medicine' in the wound. It burned rather than stung. The old lady started unscrewing the cap of the second jar, and would be jamming one of odd, lumpy things in the student's month the instant he started to speak. This time, it smelled a lot like beached kelp.