Patrollogs
(Berlin's decursing attempt)
[Sun Oct 20 2024]
On Warden's Way Piercing the Wood to Reveal the White Oak Institute
Smooth asphalt roads continue through this part of town, bordered on either side by well maintained concrete sidewalks. Where the street is widest small median islands appear with old twisted trees planted in them. The buildings that line the street seem quaint, but well maintained.
It is after dusk, about 59F(15C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waning gibbous moon.
Roger glances over toward Berlin, and then down to the bracelet in his hand, and then back to him, "I think so." He answers after having to think real hard about it.
"Yes, I am Roger." Roger responds back to Berlin, "Hello, Berlin. It is nice to meet you, sir." The fellow offers with a quiet turn of the lips, and then glances back at the bracelet, "I think I was compelled to pick this up."
"Thank you, that is very kind of you." Roger expresses with a drawn out breath of relief, looking rather worried about this whole situation, "I do not think I could handle this alone."
"Is Tabitha coming, or are we going to try now?" Roger double-checks with Berlin, extending his hand toward him.
"So, are you a student here at the academy," Berlin asks conversationally as he focuses on the bracelet, attempting to manipulate the curse within.
"No, no, I'm not." Roger answers back to Berlin, holding his hand out toward him as the curse flairs into life, fighting back against the attempts to remove it. He hisses out in pain, already looking rather ragged. "I was recovering here."
All metal objects in the room are suddenly tugged violently towards the artifact.
Fayad hobbles in, scowling as he holds his arm against the agony of the open air, buried into his scrubs. He takes a look at the magnokinetic artifact and glares between Roger and Berlin. "You think out in public like this is appropriate for breaking a curse? Go fuck yourselves, idiots," he mutters, turning to head back inside.
Berlin gives a nod of greeting to Fayad, then a sympathetic wince to Roger. "steady on my good man," he assures the man, reaching to steady him against the sudden magnetic pull in various directions. "We'll have that thing off you soon. Don't you fear."
There's a few rapid blinks as Roger tries to process what the little man had just said, but soon enough his attention is being drawn back to the bracelet as various pieces of scrap metal fling around to strike at him, "Ah!" He cries out in alarm, trying to shield himself.
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
Berlin gestures toward the surrounding trees. "Perhaps we should find somewhere a bit more secluded," he offers, "With a bit fewer discarded soda cans." He glares around, and suddenly the bits of metal drift back to their places, as if they've never moved. "Come," he says to Roger, gesturing northward. "We can go into these trees."
There's a flash of light as Roger is blinded by the bracelet, left staggering around without sight and half-dazed. He reaches out to latch onto Berlin, if allowed, and lets the other man guide him onwards.
Berlin grasps Roger's forearm, leading him toward a particularly dense copse of trees. "Here we are," he says, leadig the man to a thick trunk that he can lean against. "steady now, not much longer."
Roger is led by Berlin, doing his best not to trip over. A difficult task for the man, given that he is missing a leg, but he largely succeeds with the other man's help, "Thank you," He blurts out, raising his non-bracelet hand to rub at his eyes, trying to massage his sight back.
"But of course," Berlin replies politely, still focusing on that bracelet, his lips pursed in concentration. "These things can be devilishly tricky, though this one seems to be rather well behaved thus far. The last one I tangled with struck some of us with lightning. Quite the experience I can tell you."
The whole room shakes.
All metal objects in the room are suddenly tugged violently towards the artifact.
With a final burst of power the curse on a silver bracelet is broken.
Elora says "Is anyone else awake?"
William comments idly "Not too sure yet, but I might have some more help"
Elora sets down a bone necklace in the center of the messy room.
Elora takes out chalk from her pocket, a similar green chalk to the one she used the previous night. She sketches a full circle around the necklace using her arm to draw it. Then she looks to William. "Things may happen. Do your best to support me. And make space for me."
Elora begins drawing more intricate lines on the circle, creating a spiraling pattern which hones in on the necklace at the circle's center. Chalk dust stains her hand a pastel green as she works. her teal eyes are intent on her work, focused.
The mahogany wood of the apartment is covered in planks so as Elora puts down her lines there are faint cracks in the patterning. She frowns at that. "Not the best place, but it will have to. We have already begun. We will not stop now. Not until either it is dealt with or we are," Elora lilts out, her voice rising and falling lyrically.
For several seconds the room grows painfully hot.
frowns. "This is... easier than usual. I would have expected the curse to fight back more greatly," Elora states. "But it is not." This doesn't seem to offer her much comfort. If anything, she seems more troubled rather than less. Then it happens...
Elora lets out a gasp, shocked. "Ah, it begins," Elora lilts, grimacing in outright pain as the heat flares through the room.
William blinks a couple times, looking down at the segments in which the lines are interrupted, looking back at Elora "I could get some... Uh, paper? And we can put it on top and draw on it so that it isn't interr-" He pauses for a moment, to reach for his clothes looking around for a moment "I- Wow, it's awfully... Did the owner rise the... Is it this thing?"
Elora focuses back down on her line work, sparing a glance for William. "Its this thing. And -clear- the area as much as you can! it will use things nearby, potentially. Hurl them at us. if you have metal on you, put it behind something, so it doesn't drag it through you or through me."
Elora adds thorns to the out edge of the spiral that she drew before moving to one corner of the circle and drawing segmented links in dusty green chalk upon the floor. As she does her choker flares with a neon light and the existing chalk work lights up as if in sympathy. It casts the whole of the apartment in a subtle green glow. That green glow compliments her neon hair well, changing the shade of the turquoise highlights so her hair seems a more uniform color.
William huhs for a moment, looking down at himself before moving towards one of the cabinets in the kitchen, opening it and putting inside, a gun and a knife, then placing some kitchen utensils on top to at least put on some weight on them before closing the cabinet. He glances at the furniture then, and at the little treats that are resting around the isle, before looking back at Elora "Do I secure... Things like the sofas as well? I can drag them into the bathroom"
Elora moves to the next corner of the circle and begins scrawling out sigils. One has the wavy lines of water. "Heavier things probably will be fine. If its that strong it will likely throw us rather than the furniture."
Growing air pressure makes your ear's pop uncomfortably and deadens all sound.
Elora and her ritual seems to be taking true shape as the sketch work continues. There is a spiraling circle now with the necklace at the center and surrounding the circle are dense sigils, giving shape to the power. Lines are added, connecting the sigils to the circle, and each pulse of the neon light seems to carry light on a wave from the edges down toward the necklace in the center.
Elora winces.
William blinks a couple times at the answer "Right... So something to protect our heads would be nice..." He says looking around, but not really finding anything, he didn't have too many helmets laying around- And a moment later, he drives his hands to his ears, groaning in discomfort and flinching a bit, his body bending inwards "Ow- That's- What the-" Though his voice isn't really heard around
Elora has her lips moving as if she is talking as she frantically sketches out an ear. Light floods it and the deadening silence lifts.
Berlins Decursing Attempt 241021
(Berlin's decursing attempt)
[Sun Oct 20 2024]
On Warden's Way Piercing the Wood to Reveal the White Oak Institute
Smooth asphalt roads continue through this part of town, bordered on either side by well maintained concrete sidewalks. Where the street is widest small median islands appear with old twisted trees planted in them. The buildings that line the street seem quaint, but well maintained.
It is after dusk, about 59F(15C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waning gibbous moon.
Roger glances over toward Berlin, and then down to the bracelet in his hand, and then back to him, "I think so." He answers after having to think real hard about it.
"Yes, I am Roger." Roger responds back to Berlin, "Hello, Berlin. It is nice to meet you, sir." The fellow offers with a quiet turn of the lips, and then glances back at the bracelet, "I think I was compelled to pick this up."
"Thank you, that is very kind of you." Roger expresses with a drawn out breath of relief, looking rather worried about this whole situation, "I do not think I could handle this alone."
"Is Tabitha coming, or are we going to try now?" Roger double-checks with Berlin, extending his hand toward him.
"So, are you a student here at the academy," Berlin asks conversationally as he focuses on the bracelet, attempting to manipulate the curse within.
"No, no, I'm not." Roger answers back to Berlin, holding his hand out toward him as the curse flairs into life, fighting back against the attempts to remove it. He hisses out in pain, already looking rather ragged. "I was recovering here."
All metal objects in the room are suddenly tugged violently towards the artifact.
Fayad hobbles in, scowling as he holds his arm against the agony of the open air, buried into his scrubs. He takes a look at the magnokinetic artifact and glares between Roger and Berlin. "You think out in public like this is appropriate for breaking a curse? Go fuck yourselves, idiots," he mutters, turning to head back inside.
Berlin gives a nod of greeting to Fayad, then a sympathetic wince to Roger. "steady on my good man," he assures the man, reaching to steady him against the sudden magnetic pull in various directions. "We'll have that thing off you soon. Don't you fear."
There's a few rapid blinks as Roger tries to process what the little man had just said, but soon enough his attention is being drawn back to the bracelet as various pieces of scrap metal fling around to strike at him, "Ah!" He cries out in alarm, trying to shield himself.
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
Berlin gestures toward the surrounding trees. "Perhaps we should find somewhere a bit more secluded," he offers, "With a bit fewer discarded soda cans." He glares around, and suddenly the bits of metal drift back to their places, as if they've never moved. "Come," he says to Roger, gesturing northward. "We can go into these trees."
There's a flash of light as Roger is blinded by the bracelet, left staggering around without sight and half-dazed. He reaches out to latch onto Berlin, if allowed, and lets the other man guide him onwards.
Berlin grasps Roger's forearm, leading him toward a particularly dense copse of trees. "Here we are," he says, leadig the man to a thick trunk that he can lean against. "steady now, not much longer."
Roger is led by Berlin, doing his best not to trip over. A difficult task for the man, given that he is missing a leg, but he largely succeeds with the other man's help, "Thank you," He blurts out, raising his non-bracelet hand to rub at his eyes, trying to massage his sight back.
"But of course," Berlin replies politely, still focusing on that bracelet, his lips pursed in concentration. "These things can be devilishly tricky, though this one seems to be rather well behaved thus far. The last one I tangled with struck some of us with lightning. Quite the experience I can tell you."
The whole room shakes.
All metal objects in the room are suddenly tugged violently towards the artifact.
With a final burst of power the curse on a silver bracelet is broken.
Elora says "Is anyone else awake?"
William comments idly "Not too sure yet, but I might have some more help"
Elora sets down a bone necklace in the center of the messy room.
Elora takes out chalk from her pocket, a similar green chalk to the one she used the previous night. She sketches a full circle around the necklace using her arm to draw it. Then she looks to William. "Things may happen. Do your best to support me. And make space for me."
Elora begins drawing more intricate lines on the circle, creating a spiraling pattern which hones in on the necklace at the circle's center. Chalk dust stains her hand a pastel green as she works. her teal eyes are intent on her work, focused.
The mahogany wood of the apartment is covered in planks so as Elora puts down her lines there are faint cracks in the patterning. She frowns at that. "Not the best place, but it will have to. We have already begun. We will not stop now. Not until either it is dealt with or we are," Elora lilts out, her voice rising and falling lyrically.
For several seconds the room grows painfully hot.
frowns. "This is... easier than usual. I would have expected the curse to fight back more greatly," Elora states. "But it is not." This doesn't seem to offer her much comfort. If anything, she seems more troubled rather than less. Then it happens...
Elora lets out a gasp, shocked. "Ah, it begins," Elora lilts, grimacing in outright pain as the heat flares through the room.
William blinks a couple times, looking down at the segments in which the lines are interrupted, looking back at Elora "I could get some... Uh, paper? And we can put it on top and draw on it so that it isn't interr-" He pauses for a moment, to reach for his clothes looking around for a moment "I- Wow, it's awfully... Did the owner rise the... Is it this thing?"
Elora focuses back down on her line work, sparing a glance for William. "Its this thing. And -clear- the area as much as you can! it will use things nearby, potentially. Hurl them at us. if you have metal on you, put it behind something, so it doesn't drag it through you or through me."
Elora adds thorns to the out edge of the spiral that she drew before moving to one corner of the circle and drawing segmented links in dusty green chalk upon the floor. As she does her choker flares with a neon light and the existing chalk work lights up as if in sympathy. It casts the whole of the apartment in a subtle green glow. That green glow compliments her neon hair well, changing the shade of the turquoise highlights so her hair seems a more uniform color.
William huhs for a moment, looking down at himself before moving towards one of the cabinets in the kitchen, opening it and putting inside, a gun and a knife, then placing some kitchen utensils on top to at least put on some weight on them before closing the cabinet. He glances at the furniture then, and at the little treats that are resting around the isle, before looking back at Elora "Do I secure... Things like the sofas as well? I can drag them into the bathroom"
Elora moves to the next corner of the circle and begins scrawling out sigils. One has the wavy lines of water. "Heavier things probably will be fine. If its that strong it will likely throw us rather than the furniture."
Growing air pressure makes your ear's pop uncomfortably and deadens all sound.
Elora and her ritual seems to be taking true shape as the sketch work continues. There is a spiraling circle now with the necklace at the center and surrounding the circle are dense sigils, giving shape to the power. Lines are added, connecting the sigils to the circle, and each pulse of the neon light seems to carry light on a wave from the edges down toward the necklace in the center.
Elora winces.
William blinks a couple times at the answer "Right... So something to protect our heads would be nice..." He says looking around, but not really finding anything, he didn't have too many helmets laying around- And a moment later, he drives his hands to his ears, groaning in discomfort and flinching a bit, his body bending inwards "Ow- That's- What the-" Though his voice isn't really heard around
Elora has her lips moving as if she is talking as she frantically sketches out an ear. Light floods it and the deadening silence lifts.