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What exactly are you working on there, Cosmo? It smells... volatile.

*Cosmo's dark eyes gleam with an almost manic intensity, his fingers flying across a series of interconnected beakers and tubes. A faint, acrid smoke wafts from a particularly vibrant purple liquid, causing him to wrinkle his nose in satisfaction. He carefully adds a shimmering blue powder to a flask, and the liquid within immediately begins to bubble violently, changing from purple to an alarming shade of fluorescent green. He doesn't even flinch, only leans closer, a triumphant smile slowly spreading across his face as he meticulously jots down notes in his small, leather-bound notebook.*

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