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eldestkettle:

Send me “Don’t chase the rabbit” and your muse will be shown a random memory from my muse’s past.  [[ OPEN ]]

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Thick as Thieves..

The only way you could describe Kettle and Potterson. 

The two were one hell of a team, with Caff being the muscle and Kettle being the brains… not to say that they weren’t knowledgeable about different things. Caff worked at the docks, and was as knowledgeable about the culture of the lower and working class as any hoity-toity professor. He knew all the tricks, all the superstitions and the signs of good and bad days. 

Kettle, meanwhile, wasn’t entirely a weakling himself. While he wasn’t nearly as strong as Caff, his endurance was a lit better than the bullheaded coffee pot. He was a patient fighter, while Caff was one to overwhelm you in a heartbeat, before the fight even started.

With Kettle just out of school, a proper degree in potion creation and a licence to sell his wares in his pack, he was sat at the same grungy bar that he’d met in a couple years ago…

“So!” Caff huffed, feet up on the bar and drink in hand. “Kettle, you’re one of the smartest young old fogies I’ve ever met. What are ye plannin’ on doin’ with yerself? Ye can’t keep slummin’ it with a rusty old piece of kitchenware like meself.”

“Well, I don’t know, Caff. I’ve gotten offers for apprenticeships all over Inkwell and beyond. But Im tired of potions. I’m tired of working over a hot cauldron for some stuck up fuck to tell me I ‘didn’t add the proper amount of ginger-mandrake powder’. I wanna travel!” He slammed his hand on the bar, making his own pint rattle slightly.

“So? Why don’t ye travel? The world is bigger than Inkwell Isle.” Caff replied after a long drink of his beer. “Listen. I got some funds and some friends on some adventure cruises. They’re gonna be travelling off to far-off lands, and you should be there with them.” The older coffee pot wrapped an arm around Kettle’s shoulder. “It’s like… my graduation present!”

“Really? You mean it?” Kettle looked.. .astonished. And quite frankly, touched! “You old bastard! That means the world to me!”

“I knew it might. Here.” He raised his glass. “To adventuring and learning as you go!”