Scarf the Magic-User

🟡 I mean—

🟠 Heeellllll NO, we don’t want your creepy potion, are you kidding me!?

🟡 … Wait—

🟠 You can’t seriously be thinking about this, Butterscotch.

🟡 No, you don’t understand—

🟠 Like this is obviously some super suspicious shi— wait wdym, what’s there to understand?

🟡 O-one second, kind salesperson! She turns to whisper to her sister. Persimmon, I can… I can hear someone in that potion. Someone from the Geode. I-I’m sure of it.

🟠 You can WHAT— Right, right, sorry, whispering. Anyways, you aren’t like me, you don’t pull pranks with this kinda thing (or, like, at all), so… I believe you. I don’t understand how you “heard” anything, but it wouldn’t be the first time you were capable of more than you appeared to be… But, if that potion is one of us, transformed, then how does drinking it help?

🟡 If we refuse, then this person can just disappear with them again, and re-up their transformation again and again… But what they said about “changing our lives forever” isn’t actually entirely true. We can’t be permanently changed. So the surest way to get whoever the potion is back to safety is…

🟠 … By carrying them in our own bodies. Ew. You’re right, though. W-what do you think the potion will do to us?

🟡 I don’t know, but…

turns back to the figure

We’ll try it.

🥤 She can’t seem to form words… And her thoughts are terribly runny… You see a shape not unlike her head, witch hat included (it’s part of her uniform!), rise out of the liquid, a tiny warbling sound of protest escaping its yawning mouth, before it splashes against the side of the bottle and sinks away into shapelessness once again.

If she really needs you to stop, though, she’ll be able to let you know, don’t worry!

D’you wanna write the tf, or should we?

🥤 Wait, wh— That voice… Is that Holly? H-how are they inside the bar—!?

The valve-door before Soda opens, and deep blue liquid rushes forth, slamming directly into her and sweeping her off her feet. She was all too familiar with the stuff… “Alchemic precursor”, it was called. But now that familiarity was taken to a new level as the substance surrounded her, soaked her hair, got in her mouth, her body carried through the pipes of her machine.

ACKPTHHH— GLCK— HHELP—!

Her voice was swallowed by the deluge, not that it would’ve mattered anyways. She took matters into her own hands and caught onto a ridge on the wall of the pipe… But her body was so sore now, and she felt so heavy, dangling there above an abyss, the pipe having gone vertical. At least the flood of precursor had passed…

But then her left boot slipped off.

Wh… Wha…

Soda looked down to see the boot, and several bluish droplets, falling into the darkness. And where… Where was her foot?

Uh oh…

Why wouldn’t the oily taste of the alchemic precursor leave her mouth? Why did her spit feel so thick and viscous? Her stomach so full? So… so…

She let out a clogged-sounding yell as her lower torso warped, bloated slightly, and then exploded. It was painless, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t scared, or overwhelmed by the sudden feeling of her own liquified self BLORTing out against the inside of her clothing. Her legs, one of which was still missing a foot, tumbled down into the pit beneath her, looking less and less solid as they fell.

Soda realized, then, that she was descending slowly, and that her arm seemed longer, and bluer. With a sickening squelch, it gradually disconnected, and now, finally, she was falling, falling, the back of her head SPLATting into sludge as she hit the “floor”, the next turn of the pipe. To add insult to injury (well, not that she was really “injured”, despite being in pieces), the hand she’d left up above didn’t stay there for long, and splashed into formlessness right on her upturned face moments later.

That was what finally mashed her head into liquid, the rest of her body quickly following suit. She began to flow through the pipes herself now, her clothing swimming within her, until it too decided to join her in sliminess and merge with her. This transformation was applying to her entire essence, outfit included, though it got to her body first.

Soda was barely able to think at this point, but she was aware of mingling with another substance… The rest of the precursor, no doubt… And there were ideas being inserted into her “brain”, though she wasn’t bothering to look at or read them… She was rushing, moving, turning, swerving through endless pipes, before finally, light flooded all around her, and she felt herself fill something, sloshing around until stillness slowly came to her…

And outside of her bottle, she could see a familiar face, smiling mischievously at their latest accomplishment.

🥤 W-what was that!?

Regardless of what potion you request, Soda will be drenched in alchemic precursor, and conceptually infused in one way or another. Whatever happens next is up to you!