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(Mina's decursing attempt)
[Mon Aug 5 2024]
In The Forest
It is night, about 81F(27C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. It's raining. There is a waxing crescent moon.
"I do not yet know your name, but if you wished it, I could," Mina suggests, her reserved voice a transatlantic soprano that curves dryly against so much mist and rain.
Mina holds something close and to her hip, though the pitch of the blazer nearly conceals its roiling, disturbed presence. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Starling," she voices, pushing up her shades on the bridge of her nose. "I am Lowell. Mina Lowell, arcanist, historian, shadow, and occasional dramatist. It is good to have more of us in the ranks."
"Korina has much to teach us all, I am glad you are assigned with her," Mina remarks, drawing up a bone dagger from where it had rested close to her hip. Slowly, then building in rapid vibrations it violently breaks from her grip where it floats up and tilts, spinning around to make an enemy of all angles. Her cool hazel regard follows it, and she adds, "I would be pleased to do what I can for one of her students. What is it that you will be focusing on in your arcane pursuits?"
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
Ash also follows the dagger with their own hazel eyes, shaking the charm bracelet they wear out from under their sleeves. "Illusions to start, with the primary focus being to support gathering information. Things to mess with the mind, most likely. I *do* want to learn a bit of summoning, as well. Something up front to keep things off of me. I'm not fond of being stabbed by things." Their eyes are wary with the dagger, as they reach out to snag something - the light that flashed out, catching it in a tiny mirror charm as they try to pull the energy into it.
A blast of force sends Ash flying into Mina.
Mixed against the lightning and the boom of thunder, Mina blinks away the light which refracts off of her sun-shades in the right. And at night. Breathing in a clarifying foundation of air, she lifts a thumb to her mouth. At a distinct, brutal slant, the savant pricks a tooth against the pad. Then, she quickly draws out one singular sigil of some type. Instead of it simply being air, it becomes one bleeding brushstroke. "I stab things fairly often," she claims. Then when Ash is rocketing toward her, she steps aside, but reaches out an arm to snag them so they do not fall.
Ash finds that that's simply not enough - and being tossed back into Mina certainly ruins any cool vibe they might have been going for. "Thanks," they say, stumbling with her help before standing properly. "I imagine that I'd enjoy it a lot more if I were able to hit things well, but my dyspraxia means that, unless it's a focused movement in a small area - like pulling a trigger, or drawing, painting... it's too hard to control. Hand-to-hand combat requires the body, multiple muscles moving at once in harmony... absolutely beautiful, but not something I can do well." They explain their mental drawback casually, pulling on ambient light to draw a rune of their own. One may imagine that should probably have their own source of light, but they seem reluctant, for a reason. Cursing at how faint it comes out, they release the magic and focus on chanting, instead.
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
Another flash of light, and the bone dagger turns its sights on the two arcanists. "Illusion is a worthy art, but not one that I can fashion with convenience," Mina illustrates with her bloodied thumb. As the energy within the knife roils and spins with concentric circles, the sigil begins to drip and spread across the rain drops that surround it, holding it in place. "It will take some time, but your studying will be worth it."
A blast of force sends Ash flying into Mina.
Ash nods, continuing to chant, only for their words to be cut off yet *again*. "Fuck! Damn it, Min- I mean, Ms. Lowell. Would you allow me to use some light?" They were holding back for her sake, it seems, noting her sensitivity, but the dagger *demands* to be treated with respect. "I *hate* showing my ass like this."
"By all means, Starling, remain patient. We will succeed," Mina assures, her upright figure unbent by light or the crashing of Ash against her; a cliff and sea.
"Solvo," Mina enunciates imperiously, willing the sigil to snarl around the dagger. If it will not concede, the savant will force it. Blood begins to crash through the bone dagger, carving into it as if it were making ventricle veins across the surface.
Ash takes that as permission, and holds out their hand. Will o' wisps emerge from within the mirror, dancing up to the dagger and, standing on the opposite end of the blood sigil, form their own circle, to battle the curse on the other side, tag-teaming it.
With a final burst of power the curse on a bone dagger is broken.
Ashs Decursing Attempt 240806
(Mina's decursing attempt)
[Mon Aug 5 2024]
In The Forest
It is night, about 81F(27C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. It's raining. There is a waxing crescent moon.
"I do not yet know your name, but if you wished it, I could," Mina suggests, her reserved voice a transatlantic soprano that curves dryly against so much mist and rain.
Mina holds something close and to her hip, though the pitch of the blazer nearly conceals its roiling, disturbed presence. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Starling," she voices, pushing up her shades on the bridge of her nose. "I am Lowell. Mina Lowell, arcanist, historian, shadow, and occasional dramatist. It is good to have more of us in the ranks."
"Korina has much to teach us all, I am glad you are assigned with her," Mina remarks, drawing up a bone dagger from where it had rested close to her hip. Slowly, then building in rapid vibrations it violently breaks from her grip where it floats up and tilts, spinning around to make an enemy of all angles. Her cool hazel regard follows it, and she adds, "I would be pleased to do what I can for one of her students. What is it that you will be focusing on in your arcane pursuits?"
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
Ash also follows the dagger with their own hazel eyes, shaking the charm bracelet they wear out from under their sleeves. "Illusions to start, with the primary focus being to support gathering information. Things to mess with the mind, most likely. I *do* want to learn a bit of summoning, as well. Something up front to keep things off of me. I'm not fond of being stabbed by things." Their eyes are wary with the dagger, as they reach out to snag something - the light that flashed out, catching it in a tiny mirror charm as they try to pull the energy into it.
A blast of force sends Ash flying into Mina.
Mixed against the lightning and the boom of thunder, Mina blinks away the light which refracts off of her sun-shades in the right. And at night. Breathing in a clarifying foundation of air, she lifts a thumb to her mouth. At a distinct, brutal slant, the savant pricks a tooth against the pad. Then, she quickly draws out one singular sigil of some type. Instead of it simply being air, it becomes one bleeding brushstroke. "I stab things fairly often," she claims. Then when Ash is rocketing toward her, she steps aside, but reaches out an arm to snag them so they do not fall.
Ash finds that that's simply not enough - and being tossed back into Mina certainly ruins any cool vibe they might have been going for. "Thanks," they say, stumbling with her help before standing properly. "I imagine that I'd enjoy it a lot more if I were able to hit things well, but my dyspraxia means that, unless it's a focused movement in a small area - like pulling a trigger, or drawing, painting... it's too hard to control. Hand-to-hand combat requires the body, multiple muscles moving at once in harmony... absolutely beautiful, but not something I can do well." They explain their mental drawback casually, pulling on ambient light to draw a rune of their own. One may imagine that should probably have their own source of light, but they seem reluctant, for a reason. Cursing at how faint it comes out, they release the magic and focus on chanting, instead.
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
Another flash of light, and the bone dagger turns its sights on the two arcanists. "Illusion is a worthy art, but not one that I can fashion with convenience," Mina illustrates with her bloodied thumb. As the energy within the knife roils and spins with concentric circles, the sigil begins to drip and spread across the rain drops that surround it, holding it in place. "It will take some time, but your studying will be worth it."
A blast of force sends Ash flying into Mina.
Ash nods, continuing to chant, only for their words to be cut off yet *again*. "Fuck! Damn it, Min- I mean, Ms. Lowell. Would you allow me to use some light?" They were holding back for her sake, it seems, noting her sensitivity, but the dagger *demands* to be treated with respect. "I *hate* showing my ass like this."
"By all means, Starling, remain patient. We will succeed," Mina assures, her upright figure unbent by light or the crashing of Ash against her; a cliff and sea.
"Solvo," Mina enunciates imperiously, willing the sigil to snarl around the dagger. If it will not concede, the savant will force it. Blood begins to crash through the bone dagger, carving into it as if it were making ventricle veins across the surface.
Ash takes that as permission, and holds out their hand. Will o' wisps emerge from within the mirror, dancing up to the dagger and, standing on the opposite end of the blood sigil, form their own circle, to battle the curse on the other side, tag-teaming it.
With a final burst of power the curse on a bone dagger is broken.