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(Casey's decursing attempt)
[Mon Jan 8 2024]
On Wooded Elm Street Skirting the White Oak Institute
It is morning, about 19F(-7C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
After Casey finds a bone necklace outside of her bedroom door, Casey hustles out into the bitter cold of Haven, tossing it into a small dirt knoll. "Okay, little thing... time to see if you're cursed..." Casey says, drawing her hand out into her bag, her small athame drawn and poked at the necklace, her eyes narrowing.
A section of Casey's clothing catches fire.
Just about as soon as Casey started complaining about the cold, well... a part of her clothes catches fire. Casey wags her arms, shaking it as she hisses. "Yes," Casey says. "Cursed - cursed all over the place!" Casey says. "Alright, time for the big stuff," Casey says, patting out the flame as she goes.
Her phone buzzes, and Casey dips her hand into her coat to withdraw it, tongue running over her upper teeth.
The whole room shakes.
Casey falls to her knees as the whole room shakes, Casey pursing her lips as she brings her blade across her palm, drawing lifeblood from admist the folds of her hand, dripping it near the little hollow she put the necklace in. With the tip of her blade, Casey draws a symbol with it, the shakiness causing her tip to waver just a bit.
She furrows her brow, and focuses her attentions.
An arc of lightning blasts out of the artifact to strike Casey, sending her flying.
Harriet smiles as she approaches her car, lifting a hand and waving to Casey. "Good morning, beautiful lady."
A crackle of thunder runs across the heavens, and Casey was busy chatting at her phone, frowning at a small bone necklace she had in a small hollow of dirt she had made. Blood on the ground, Casey was drawing a sigil on the ground through that blood with a knife, her features perking up as she looks towards Harriet. "Harry!" she says, her tone of voice brightened by the compliment. "Good...!" Right before lightning arcs into her, knocking her further to the side of the road, hair standing on end.
Harriet was already in a pretty good mood after all of the suffering that occurred from people having endured Ari's jokes the day prior, but when Casey gets hit by that electricity bolt, she's suddenly feeling even better. Even if she still manages to have compassion. There's a smile across her lips that contradicts an empathetic, "Are you all right?" as she rushes over to check on the other woman.
Casey pauses, a little extra fritz seen in her usually well-brushed hair. "Yes, I rather am I think," Casey says. "Just... you know, dealing with magic things," Casey says, with another little cough, wagging the tip of her knife towards the necklace in the hollow. "Found that outside my bedroom this morning. Spooooooky," Casey says.
"So I'm fixing it, you know?"
"Are you alright?" Casey says, holding out her hand for Harriet to help her up. "Big plans?"
Growing air pressure makes your ear's pop uncomfortably and deadens all sound.
Harriet tries to discern whether or not Casey really is just fine, and when the object is explained, she nods in understanding. "It's... an interesting place to attempt to take care of it," is mentioned with a glance about the area. But then she's suddenly deaf, and she closes her eyes, head shaking and jaw working to try and release the pressure that has suddenly built up with the canals.
With a final burst of power the curse on a bone necklace is broken.
Caseys Decursing Attempt
(Casey's decursing attempt)
[Mon Jan 8 2024]
On Wooded Elm Street Skirting the White Oak Institute
It is morning, about 19F(-7C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
After Casey finds a bone necklace outside of her bedroom door, Casey hustles out into the bitter cold of Haven, tossing it into a small dirt knoll. "Okay, little thing... time to see if you're cursed..." Casey says, drawing her hand out into her bag, her small athame drawn and poked at the necklace, her eyes narrowing.
A section of Casey's clothing catches fire.
Just about as soon as Casey started complaining about the cold, well... a part of her clothes catches fire. Casey wags her arms, shaking it as she hisses. "Yes," Casey says. "Cursed - cursed all over the place!" Casey says. "Alright, time for the big stuff," Casey says, patting out the flame as she goes.
Her phone buzzes, and Casey dips her hand into her coat to withdraw it, tongue running over her upper teeth.
The whole room shakes.
Casey falls to her knees as the whole room shakes, Casey pursing her lips as she brings her blade across her palm, drawing lifeblood from admist the folds of her hand, dripping it near the little hollow she put the necklace in. With the tip of her blade, Casey draws a symbol with it, the shakiness causing her tip to waver just a bit.
She furrows her brow, and focuses her attentions.
An arc of lightning blasts out of the artifact to strike Casey, sending her flying.
Harriet smiles as she approaches her car, lifting a hand and waving to Casey. "Good morning, beautiful lady."
A crackle of thunder runs across the heavens, and Casey was busy chatting at her phone, frowning at a small bone necklace she had in a small hollow of dirt she had made. Blood on the ground, Casey was drawing a sigil on the ground through that blood with a knife, her features perking up as she looks towards Harriet. "Harry!" she says, her tone of voice brightened by the compliment. "Good...!" Right before lightning arcs into her, knocking her further to the side of the road, hair standing on end.
Harriet was already in a pretty good mood after all of the suffering that occurred from people having endured Ari's jokes the day prior, but when Casey gets hit by that electricity bolt, she's suddenly feeling even better. Even if she still manages to have compassion. There's a smile across her lips that contradicts an empathetic, "Are you all right?" as she rushes over to check on the other woman.
Casey pauses, a little extra fritz seen in her usually well-brushed hair. "Yes, I rather am I think," Casey says. "Just... you know, dealing with magic things," Casey says, with another little cough, wagging the tip of her knife towards the necklace in the hollow. "Found that outside my bedroom this morning. Spooooooky," Casey says.
"So I'm fixing it, you know?"
"Are you alright?" Casey says, holding out her hand for Harriet to help her up. "Big plans?"
Growing air pressure makes your ear's pop uncomfortably and deadens all sound.
Harriet tries to discern whether or not Casey really is just fine, and when the object is explained, she nods in understanding. "It's... an interesting place to attempt to take care of it," is mentioned with a glance about the area. But then she's suddenly deaf, and she closes her eyes, head shaking and jaw working to try and release the pressure that has suddenly built up with the canals.
With a final burst of power the curse on a bone necklace is broken.