((Ack! Didn't realize that it was my turn.))
The short monk looked at Aya. his face was blackened with soot and he smelled of burnt chemicals. Taking a moment, he lifted the monocle from his eye to reveal pink skin beneath it.
"Oh! Oh, oh, it's n-nothing to worry about! My work, you see, my work is a bit, eh, dangerous? But, but, but look! Look!"
Digging into his bag, he pulled out a smaller sack. He sprinkled some powder into one palm, and then tucked the sack away. Slapping his palms together, he rubbed them vigorously until sparks came from his fingertips. Pulling his hands apart, he formed a ball of lightning and tried to throw it, but it exploded into a puff of smoke that knocked him backwards.
"Ah-heh-heh-heh... *cough* It, it needs some p-practice, you see... But, it worked!"