Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20190119004631/@comment-37843592-20190130042838

“Shit.” He sat back down and dug around his bag until he brought out a small cup, a bag of dried herbs, and a stone mortar with the pestle made of pinkish silver metal. “Don’t sleep on me now.”

“What happened?” Faye asked.

“The fuckers did a purification ritual on him!” He nearly screamed out in anger. He tried to calm himself down, but his hands still shook as he poured the herbs into the mortar and started pounding frantically leaving a small mess on the floor.

Karl then grinded the herbs into a fine powdery pile and quickly poured the measured amount of it into the ceramic cup. After that, the flask was tilted and out came rum pouring into the open container. Finally, he took one of the syringes filled with the essence and pushed a few small drops inside.

“Here.” He hurried to him and gently pressed the cup to the old man’s lips. “This should get you warmed up a little. Drink it slowly.”

“Why not just have him make love with his wife?” The doll proposed.

“Not enough concentrated energy. He needs the instant hit before he can get busy.” He said through gritted teeth.