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(Ash's decursing attempt)
[Sat Sep 7 2024]
In a cozy guest bedroom painted in pastels
Awash in soft pastel hues, this guest bedroom is small, but comfortably-sized with all the essentials a guest may require during their stay. The walls are painted a delicate blush pink with accents of lavender, while a plush, pale blue rug covers the wooden floor. The queen-sized bed is set against the eastern wall and dressed in pastel-patterned linens with plentiful pillows available.
Little natural light pervades the room apart from the skylight in the roof; sunlight shines in during the day, centered where the vanity and the armchair rest in the western end of the room, though the place is well-lit by the soft golden glow of the chandelier otherwise. To the south is the entrance to the guest bathroom, a small mat placed before the doorway.
It is about 60F(15C) degrees.
Ash says "Hey, I got a cursed bracelet, want to come over, Jay?"
Ash says "Yeah, 204. If Novel's still out there, please stab him, fucking stalker. I hope that curse went through."
Ash says "Oh, about my room... I didn' decorate it."
Ash says "It was already like that."
Ash says "Alright... and hopefully it's less *fucked* last time. And we get Dean."
Ash says "H-hold on! I can't fit this in my bag - it's not ready."
Ash says "No! Wait!"
Ash says "I had to hide them! They're not ready!"
Ash seems out of breath, like they were definitely just freaking out. "You'll see, here, this way."
Ash says "I need another person...."
Ash says "Anyone willing to help with this cursed bracelet?"
Ash says "Finally, good. Let's do this - but you won't want to touch it."
Ash holds out their palm, with the silver bracelet resting upon it. With their other hand, they start to make intricate, geometric gestures that encourage a glow from the cursed item, that grows and grows in light until it is nearly too bright to look at. Then, they set it on the ground, taking a step back as they start to draw light from each of the candles in their room.
An arc of lightning blasts out of the artifact to strike Ash, sending him flying.
Ash draws a line of light from each candle to themself. Then, they start to move, taking careful movements as they dance along the light. They reach for one string - and go flying, hitting a wall with a grunt, and falling to the ground. The wall shakes, the ceiling dropping crumbs and chips of stucco as it does. Boo, the snark that resembles a long-bodied lemur, makes a squeaking chirp and speeds away, clambering up the bed to hide behind Isaiah from where he watches on the bed. Ash groans before rising to their feet, annoyed. They rub the lightning mark - which they already had had enough of the night before.
For several seconds the room grows painfully hot.
Ash stalks back to the circle, trying again. Their dance is a bit quicker, as there is only so much time they can spend. They lift the lines of light, twirling as they dip and rise, guiding with a finger, before tapping the thread onto the bracelet, securing it. The heat rises in the room, but Ash seems completely unbothered, if not actively welcoming it, continuing to braid and interlock the strings of light onto the cursed jewelry with their dance.
A section of Isaiah's clothing catches fire.
Isaiah peeks his head up from where he had been laying on the bed, watching Ash dance rhythmically, the show alluring enough to his eyes that he sits up, eyes aflame, with a devilish smirk upon his face. The shoulder of his leather jacket catches fire, but he doesn't seem to mind- instead, he walks towards his partner- turning them into a dance partner- and settles a hand on their hips, warmth booming out from the redhead in waves until it becomes scalding heat. It's enough to cast shivering mirages all about the room, making the floor look like water- making Ash look like one of many triplets as he attempts to find the dreadhead's rhythm and move with it, combining their magicks into one.
Growing air pressure makes your ear's pop uncomfortably and deadens all sound.
Ash merges dance with the art of string figures, a string story forming in the light display as shapes form and unform, as patterns emerge and hold firm. So, when Isaiah joins the dance, they smile with as much warmth as fills the room, bringing more passion into it as the pattern of string becomes more and more recognizable as something resembling a dreamcatcher - a spiderweb snare whose thread forms light, but here to catch curses more than nightmare... or perhaps they are not far from the same thing? As Isaiah makes the air dance, an illusion for an illusionist, a mirage in a dance of magic, a mandala forms from the web, an arcane circle criss-crossing with the eclectic spell being cast with dance, light, and heat.
With a final burst of power the curse on a silver bracelet is broken.
Ashs Decursing Attempt 240908
(Ash's decursing attempt)
[Sat Sep 7 2024]
In a cozy guest bedroom painted in pastels
Awash in soft pastel hues, this guest bedroom is small, but comfortably-sized with all the essentials a guest may require during their stay. The walls are painted a delicate blush pink with accents of lavender, while a plush, pale blue rug covers the wooden floor. The queen-sized bed is set against the eastern wall and dressed in pastel-patterned linens with plentiful pillows available.
Little natural light pervades the room apart from the skylight in the roof; sunlight shines in during the day, centered where the vanity and the armchair rest in the western end of the room, though the place is well-lit by the soft golden glow of the chandelier otherwise. To the south is the entrance to the guest bathroom, a small mat placed before the doorway.
It is about 60F(15C) degrees.
Ash says "Hey, I got a cursed bracelet, want to come over, Jay?"
Ash says "Yeah, 204. If Novel's still out there, please stab him, fucking stalker. I hope that curse went through."
Ash says "Oh, about my room... I didn' decorate it."
Ash says "It was already like that."
Ash says "Alright... and hopefully it's less *fucked* last time. And we get Dean."
Ash says "H-hold on! I can't fit this in my bag - it's not ready."
Ash says "No! Wait!"
Ash says "I had to hide them! They're not ready!"
Ash seems out of breath, like they were definitely just freaking out. "You'll see, here, this way."
Ash says "I need another person...."
Ash says "Anyone willing to help with this cursed bracelet?"
Ash says "Finally, good. Let's do this - but you won't want to touch it."
Ash holds out their palm, with the silver bracelet resting upon it. With their other hand, they start to make intricate, geometric gestures that encourage a glow from the cursed item, that grows and grows in light until it is nearly too bright to look at. Then, they set it on the ground, taking a step back as they start to draw light from each of the candles in their room.
An arc of lightning blasts out of the artifact to strike Ash, sending him flying.
Ash draws a line of light from each candle to themself. Then, they start to move, taking careful movements as they dance along the light. They reach for one string - and go flying, hitting a wall with a grunt, and falling to the ground. The wall shakes, the ceiling dropping crumbs and chips of stucco as it does. Boo, the snark that resembles a long-bodied lemur, makes a squeaking chirp and speeds away, clambering up the bed to hide behind Isaiah from where he watches on the bed. Ash groans before rising to their feet, annoyed. They rub the lightning mark - which they already had had enough of the night before.
For several seconds the room grows painfully hot.
Ash stalks back to the circle, trying again. Their dance is a bit quicker, as there is only so much time they can spend. They lift the lines of light, twirling as they dip and rise, guiding with a finger, before tapping the thread onto the bracelet, securing it. The heat rises in the room, but Ash seems completely unbothered, if not actively welcoming it, continuing to braid and interlock the strings of light onto the cursed jewelry with their dance.
A section of Isaiah's clothing catches fire.
Isaiah peeks his head up from where he had been laying on the bed, watching Ash dance rhythmically, the show alluring enough to his eyes that he sits up, eyes aflame, with a devilish smirk upon his face. The shoulder of his leather jacket catches fire, but he doesn't seem to mind- instead, he walks towards his partner- turning them into a dance partner- and settles a hand on their hips, warmth booming out from the redhead in waves until it becomes scalding heat. It's enough to cast shivering mirages all about the room, making the floor look like water- making Ash look like one of many triplets as he attempts to find the dreadhead's rhythm and move with it, combining their magicks into one.
Growing air pressure makes your ear's pop uncomfortably and deadens all sound.
Ash merges dance with the art of string figures, a string story forming in the light display as shapes form and unform, as patterns emerge and hold firm. So, when Isaiah joins the dance, they smile with as much warmth as fills the room, bringing more passion into it as the pattern of string becomes more and more recognizable as something resembling a dreamcatcher - a spiderweb snare whose thread forms light, but here to catch curses more than nightmare... or perhaps they are not far from the same thing? As Isaiah makes the air dance, an illusion for an illusionist, a mirage in a dance of magic, a mandala forms from the web, an arcane circle criss-crossing with the eclectic spell being cast with dance, light, and heat.
With a final burst of power the curse on a silver bracelet is broken.