"Don't you dare." came Danger's low growl, pressing down on Kuhn's wrist. Her voice held a warning, but one likely that would go over Alric's ears in the hell he was in.
"I ain't wasting the last hour just cause y'er too yella bellied to live through this." her voice may have come out as cold, but it was full of weary and focus. Meant to drive home some clarity.
"Sorry here won't cut it." her lips drew through a thin line, well aware of the dire suicidal need to end the agony he was in. Ain't much of what else she could do, not as she would continue to spread the mold and alcoholic mixture over the wounds of his back. She needed to make use of it's healing properties, despite the agony he would be in.
"You hear me, Kuhn?"
That was the drawback to this particular black powder. Of the Asphodiaria mold.
It could only be found in deep caves beneath the deserts of Tatooine. These caves were long ago carved by the massive Greater Krayt Dragons of the desert and have since remained largely empty. Still, moisture gathers within these caves and using this moisture the Asphodlaria Mold grows in small patches. It should be noted that the conditions for this mold has to be absolutely perfect and stumbling upon it is completely impossible, harvesting it is nearly as impossible with scientists only being able to take away tiny amounts at a time, making it unsuitable for daily use.
Danger's family has been a seven generation powerhouse on Tatooine since before the Gulag plague. With Lorell Rider blood in their veins, the Arceneau’s have long since had contact with the local Jawa clans and Tusken Raider tribes.
One of these tribes has seen the acceptance of Danger Arceneau’s father, August Arceneau, after his Demon’s blood ritual to gain acceptance and enlightenment among the A’Rashari Tribe. In killing a Sand Demon and anointing himself with its blood, he managed to pass the test. This was only further exemplified when he delivered a set of perfect Krayt Dragon pearls, proving his status as a notable warrior.
Accepted into the clan, he was made aware of a holy and special substance that the shaman of the tribe would use upon a severely wounded warrior. A black type mold was cast into the thick alcoholic pulque and then slather upon the wounds, prompting horrible and spine tingling death cries of agony. Yet death would not come, for in an act of miracle despite the wretched amount of agonising pain, the warrior would be brought from the brink of death.
It was only through years of study and trust that August Arceneau was finally able to determine what the substance was. It is an extremely rare and unique mold that could only be gathered once every decade, and only enough to fill a tiny two ounce size pouch. This mold grew deep underground in the Wound, farther down than any Tusken Raider could ever spot from the top of the ridge. Only those who were spirit guided could make the trek, and in it be able to wander and brave the Krayt dragons that guarded it for a mere sample of the mold. Rare beyond belief it only grew very sparingly due to perfect conditions in one specific area of this underground cavern system.
As luck would have it, warring over territory resulted in the shaman of the tribe’s death as well as the location of the cavern -- save for August Arceneau himself. This knowledge was passed down to Danger, who in order to keep good relations with the Tusken Raiders, made the trek the first time three years ago, supplying the tribe with their ounce of the holy mold -- but keeping one for herself.
The effects of Asphodlaria Mold are its unique healing properties. It is unknown how this healing effect is achieved* however when tested the effects are on par, if not substantially more effective than
Bacta,
Kolto, and even the mythical
Kolcta. This substance heals nearly any wound short of death and does it in a time of only a few short hours. This is what makes Asphodlaria Mold so coveted, the fact that its healing properties outpace nearly anything else within the galaxy.
Unfortunately, these incredibly powerful healing traits come with more than a few drawbacks.
The first of these drawbacks is that the mold increases sensitivity of the nerves. The mold itself is responsible for this, and does it to such a degree that a light breeze on the skin feels like a thousand stinging wasps are attacking all at once. Though this does not do any actual physical damage, the mental agony one goes through is nearly enough of a reason to die instead of taking the Mold.
Alongside the almost suicide inducing pain Asphodlaria Mold comes with several other side effects. Not least among these is its habit of causing allergic effects within the users. It is easy to say that four out of five people are allergic to standard Asphodlaria Mold, with side-effects taking place only seconds after the molds use. These side-effects can range anywhere from a rash, to death, depending on the species and conditions of the person.
Lastly, Asphodlaria Mold is known to be extremely hallucinogenic. This effect, coupled with the extreme pain that Asphodlaria Mold can cause is almost enough to make the mold absolutely worthless as a medicinal tool. When ingested, the Mold causes such horrifyingly clear and disturbing visions that it almost always scars the psyche of the user taking it. Asphodlaria Mold can cause visions, the hearing of voices, the changing of landscapes, and even the slowing or speeding up of time. Due to the pain that Asphodlaria Mold causes ninety nine percent of the time the user will have a bad trip.
Odds are, this was going to be on hell of a bad trip.
In the end, Danger's right hand would go skimming gently over Alric's head, running through the dirty dark locks in a measure of comfort. She wasn't one to wish the kind of agony he was in -- not for someone who ain't done her wrong.
No one deserved that kind of pain like that.
Her mind would wander to five days ago. To the Expo. Lips would draw thinner. If someone had told her that the man she'd manage to finally lose herself in would be the same one she'd sit next to laying in a bloody piss puddle, she'd have laughed.
Strange, how the galaxy worked that way.
Either way, she'd need to get him off the floor and onto the cot soon enough. Maybe one he blacked out she'll be able get him onto it.
