Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140308235607/@comment-24449631-20140315235800

Boreau was still trying to get Mikasa out of her transed state.

"Come on now!"

he 'danced' around her, as she lay down on an improvised bed made out of Pillows and hay. The Wagon in which he had hoised her was being driven by a nice old woman who sold different kinds of herbs and spices. A budding Alchemist's dream.

Boreau was pretty good at it aswell. he had difficulty reaching into the cupboards and racks as the wagon hobbled across the cobblestone roads of the Empire.

"I need... Juniper berries... Adamantite and err Bristle root"

There was little room in the tiny wooden caravan. Which also moved, so it was an art not to fall. It wasn't the first time Boreau fell over Mikasa's seemingly lifeless body.

he always excused himself even though she probably didn't hear him. She did however mumble things and frowned a lot while keeping her eyes closed. As if she was in a bad dream.

"Come on Mikasa..."

He said as he mixed the ingredients with a mortar. Creating a wake-up drug.