Entering the Eye of Eygpt.

[sup]Ever since his first day of arriving on the island, Steven curiousity about the supernatural had been awoken. However there had been one subject that had taken his interest more then any other. Ever since that first book he had ended up reading in the school library. The art of potion making. Steven hadn't been impressed though by the basic introduction the school had so far provided. Desiring to learn faster then the school expected but not knowing enough himself to learn from book alone, Steven had turned to the internet.[/sup]

[sup]While the internet was useful, it had the same problem that books had. Knowledge of the subject but no pratical learning experiance from experimentation. During his search though he came across people talking about the potions they had tried and where they had bought them. Steven had visited a few of the shops on his free time, but most had turned out to be shops that simply turned out to be those that sold products others made. Today though Steven had ended up one at the more promising locations. [/sup]

[sup]Pushing inside, Steven felt like he was walking into the past. The past of a country he had never visited but seen in the pages of books or tv. It was sort of an unsettling location and as Steven walked slowly inside he tried to stay quiet and as he reached the main room ended up gasping at some of the objects on display. "Hello is anyone there?" Steven called out, not wanting to pry further into the store without someone being present. Though did find it odd, that the items on display in the first area didn't seem to have what he would have expected for a potion shop. [/sup]
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@Porky

Steven was slightly taken aback by the arrival and grand introduction of the person who came down and greeted him. He hadn't really expected them to match the decor history but the bandages they did have on show, made him think once more of old documentaries. The clothes though were somewhat of a contrast, putting in Steven's mind something closer to Victorian English styles, the more modern in appearance.

"I'm Rosett, Steven Rosett." He answered Akiila, with a small respectful nod. "I'm a new student over at the academy. Ever since I've got here I've sort of taken an interest in the craft of potion making." Steven explained, looking around the front area once more as he spoke. Finding the other man somewhat imposing in truth, still not completely used to the varied of the islands residence. "I've been looking around trying to find an expert of the art, and now I stand inside your store." Steven purposely left out, that it hadn't been the first place he had tried, however did sound hopeful that the man reputation at least was as true as he had found.

"I've always been one to put the effort in to learn faster then my peers but even in my short stay here, it evident that I'm not going to learn as fast as I am able from books and a classroom." His words weren't a straight out request for assistance, but they heavily implied that Steven purpose in the store was not one of business but rather of learning. Even if he gained little insight or aid, he couldn't help but at least make the attempt.

Listening to Akiila, it started to sink in just how old they were. It shouldn't have been shocking, no doubt Steven had already met someone of around the same age even if he didn't know it. It made the man's question all the more intimidating to anwser. What could a young man, with barely any knowledge of the supernatural offer, that someone Akiila had met before hadn't been able to over all those years. It was time for Steven to break out the best words he could.

"Why? For a legacy of course." A strange thing to offer someone who likely had an eternity to live. "For to not to only be know as the one of the greatest of your craft, but for the history books to show that even those that came close to it. Only did so because they had learned from you." Steven continued explaining moving over to being in front of the counter Akiila was leaning on. "And I assure you, you will not find another with such an inbuilt desire to learn, and a willingness to work hard to be one of those that history would see as even greater for training." He smiled, it was clear that Steven was making him sound the superior, but not completely lacking in pride for his own ability. Not of his craft, but his nature to wish to learn to be a the heights of the field himself.

Steven was unsure if the words would have worked, but apart from himself Steven had little to offer. The money he had fueled his vices and lifestyle, and his other possesstion were almost exclusively books and none were really rare tomes, except for the occasional first edition novel passed down to him from his mother.

Steven smirked in amusement, supperessing the urge to laugh as Akiila recollected what others in the past had told him. An urge that grew stronger as Akiila told Steven how exactly this would go if he accepted. While Steven didn't exactly look forward to menial tasks, he found the honesty about them from Akiila refreshing. Many people tried to dress up the mundane. Steven wasn't the sort to let such a thing put him off though. Most things could be made entertaining if you are motivated enough.

"Up for it anytime." Steven replied reaching out and shaking the other man hand without hesitation. "Thank you." Steven added as a simple statement of gratitude. He wasn't going to hound the point through. "And I suppose having somewhere to crash other then my dorm is an amazing bonus." He told Akiila as he withdrew his hand away from him.

"So then I suppose the question that comes next is, when does the hazing begin?" Steven asked and this time he couldn't help but chuckle lightly. "I'm not busy and I suppose, that I have to make up for wasting your time."

When Akiila started to discribe the tast at hand, Steven was pleased to hear it wasn't going to be completely mundane such as sweeping floors or scrubbing pots. However when Steven saw what was the scroll in question, his eyes tried to process what he was seeing. A venus fly trap, his mind told at first but the subconcious quickly decide to pipe up, picking up on the different little hints such as the varied nature of its proportions that made Steven figure out it was larger then normal plant. Though the drawing didn't really do it justice, and while he figured it would be much larger in size. Large enough to take out a chunck of flesh or to lose a limb to. Steven was underesitmated its size.

"When do we start?" Steven asked not sounding scared of a plant. Even if it was big it was a plant. It wasn't as if it a plant could chase him down, and if things got out of hand Steven's powers would certainly be able to protect himself, though possibly at the risk of starting a forest fire. "And will we have to take anything with us?" Another question, this one due to the wondering the alchemical aspect of the endevour. Either they would be bringing the plant back with them, which was a sizable amount of manual labour, or Akiila intended to extract what he needed from the plant where he found it. Which wasn't a task Steven expected could be down by hand.