Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150203191459/@comment-25038310-20150318200906

Axel Leclaire slowly crossed out a dot on his handmade list of experents. He was in an unkniwn room in his house, known only to himself. in the room there were multiple alchemy labs, slabs, silos, and in the corner of the room there was a huge pile of failed experiments, also known as deformities to some. A means to an end they were. Nothing more. He would have to stay with his two currwnt projects for now, it seemed...

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A pair of hands suddenly grabbed the wheel of the ship, and managed to make it abit more stable. The hands were inexperienced though, if not very sloppy.

"Not the best timw to get a headache, Woody! What's wrong?" He asked, unusually calm and preserved, as if it was a mere obstacle or accident.