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(Ritsuka's decursing attempt)
[Tue Oct 22 2024]
On Sandy Point Drive
This seaside road winds along to a point just northeast of Haven. A little more rural than the town proper, it still
gives access to the sometimes grander houses of those who choose to live just outside of town.
Here, at the end of the road, the dirt track looks out over the Atlantic Ocean. Almost always, the sea is churning, but here and there along the coast are pools where the water briefly reflects the sky as some imperfect mirror.
It is night, about 64F(17C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waning gibbous moon.
Tabitha is in the process of trying to pry a ring from her finger when Ritsuka has arrived. She musters up a smile, but she is clearly a little tense. "I promise that I did not put the ring on. It just ... ended up there." She twists the thing, but it moves her skin rather than the ring itself. "I am -- Well. I could be far better, but I am okay. It is the best that I can say." She gives up the ghost for trying to tug the ring off, and sighs. She gives Berlin a little nod, looking down at the sand for a time. "Thank you both for coming." She says, "I tried to contact Percy too, but it may simply be us three."
"I could do this on my own, but it is best with others. There is power in the numbers." Tabitha says, as she starts to rummage through her things to see what she has on hand, other than the ring, to help to break the seal about her finger.
"I -swam- here," Winston says, face drenched. "Which is fantastic. So if someone else- Ah, great. You've got it handled."
Percy hurries in at some speed, looking at Tabitha, Ritsuka and Berlin. "What is happening? Some ring, you said?" he asks Tabitha. "Did I hear you say it was fused to you? That's rather distressing," he says, the lightness of his tone underscoring some sense of concern. He looks at Berlin. "I came by last night, old boy, but you must have been asleep." A beat. "What do I do?"
Winston says "I am wet. And irritated. And I saw Tabitha, which, you know, made swimming across the ENTIRE Bay for a god-damned ring or dagger or whatever worthwhile."
Winston says "I am going to get a tuna melt, and then get high, and then go dance "
Finding her knife, though butter would likely work better in order to try to tug a tight little ring off her little pale finger, Tabitha draws it across her ever shortening lifeline to bring her slick, crimson blood to the surface of her palm. It begins to coat her finger and the ring alike. "Winston could have stayed. But ... I won't try to hold you here long, Ritsuka."
Winston says "If anyone needs me, I'll be rolling face."
Berlin uses the nib of his pen to slice his own palm, mimicking Tabitha's movements as best he can. He holds his hand over hers, dripping some of the bright crimson onto the ring, donating, as best he can, his power to help support her. The pen slides back into his satchel, the man focusing on following Tabitha's lead.
"You know a little ritual," Tabitha says to Percy. "Your blood, afterall, opened the gates to Bastet's temple." Poke poke, perhaps a little at him. "What book did you use to open them? I doubt that you still have it. Perhaps in the temple itself?" She closes her fist to let the blood pool at her fingers, then drip into the sand.
For several seconds the room grows painfully hot.
"I don't have my copy of the Book of the Dead," Percy shares with Tabitha. "But I can work some pieces," he shares. He looks around the edge of the road, and then he begins to pace, slowly, in a counter-clockwise circle around the trio, dragging his left foot as he does. It is a rough circle around them, but it is a circle, one that leaves him sweating as heat seems to overcome the ocean's cool.
Ritsuka shakes her hhead "It is alright-" and then her phone vibrates A LOT and she lets out a sigh and takes to look at it. Answering something and then leaves it. And then she puts her phone away again. She does reach around and actually draws a blade from her turtleneck sleeve, a wakizashi and draws it just barely over her own palm, which causes her hand to bleed, a lot. She then holds her palm out to Tabitha. "I should carry a less sharp blade."
"Someone find me a stick so that I can draw a circle into the sand. It will provide most, if not all of you, some protection. Of course, there is no protection circle, and soon the air grows dry and hot. There is a bead of sweat that falls from Tabitha's hairline, slowly traveling down the curve of her cheek like a tear."
Berlin winces at the heat, but holds his courage, forcing himself not to withdraw from Tabitha's side. He continues to focus on the ring, willing it to shatter.
"My foot will do where a stick does not," Percy offers with something grim in his tone. He looks down at the crude circle he's drawn on the dirt road. "Curses," he shares with Berlin and Ritsuka, "are some awful thing."
Tabitha clasps Ritsuka's hand so that her blood now mingles with the redhead's own. She begins to chant, eyes closing as she calls to her Maiden, her Mother, and her Crone. The heat subsides some with the request of their presence. And a cool wind answers her call. "There are many curses in the world, this is a rather mild one. But it is no less awful and .. annoying."
A section of Ritsuka's clothing catches fire.
Winston says "Huh "
Winston says "Not, exactly, the man I expected to find out on Fleet Street. "
Berlin curses, lunging for the ocean as Ritsuka catches flames. He pulls a handkerchief from his pocket, soaking it in the sea water before return to wring it out to douse the flames .
"I did not come for the merchandise" Kah says to Winston quietly, eyes narrowing at him a little bit.
Percy exclaims, "Lord!" when Ritsuka's clothing catches fire. Since he is outside the circle with Tabitha and the others, he dashes for the water where the road ends, pulling his shirt off to soak it in water before tossing it in Berlin's direction. "Here!" he says. "Put her out!"
Mountains are shorter than Kah, and yet Winston doesn't entirely seem fazed by it. "Clearly. Are you the First?" he asks of Kah. "I've done a lot of research on the origination. But I hear you're one of the First."
Berlin thanks Percy with a nod, catching the shirt and drenching it too in the seawater. He returns, wrapping the wet cloth around Ritsuka, using it to smother what's left of the flames. "Forgive the familiarity," he jokes, hugging the woman for a moment to insure all the flames are dead before he steps back, moving to soak the cloth once more in case it happens again.
Kah leans down slightly to look at Winston slightly more acutely. The silvery-white hair atop his head a wilde and unruly mane that hangs over to partially obscure his features. "You have probably heard correctly." Tundral blue eyes bore into Winston.
Suddenly, Ritsuka's cuff catches on fire! Reflexively, she starts to try to pat at it quickly, slapping, it is the hand with which she shares her own blood with Tabitha with. And it is nasty magical fire so it begins to spread. Her own gaze is on utter shock for a good moment, and by the time she looks about to panic, there is suddenly Berlin dousing the flames, causing for her to make a paniced noised and scare on the sudden intervention. But the flame extinguishes, but she stares at it for a few moments longer as Berlin smothers the remains with Percy's help.
"Fascinating," Winston replies, chin lifting to meet Kah's gaze, though his eyes are covered. Eye Contact. It's a dangerous thing. "How old, then?" he asks of Kah, his own raven-dark locks falling wetly over his face. "Must be, like, thousands, right?"
Winston pauses, mid-thought, to touch at his ear.
As the nearby streetlight flickers, so does the ring that is upon Tabitha's finger. The cursed object affecting not simply the four elements, but the electrical currents nearby. "Oh, she's a strong one. I wonder ... I wonder what it is this thing actually is cursed with." She tries to again pull off the ring, but when it does not come off, she drops to her knees and uses her fingers to draw into the sand. The image is a three moon symbol, that of Hecate, called upon earlier in the dusk hours. "It is a good thing we are perfoming this so close to the water. It heightens our energy. It makes us stronger." Does it? One might wonder, really. "Thetis, I beseech, douse the flames." And another symbol.
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
Winston says "Also, Kin-Sister, the one's to be used, not burnt out in a dumpster somewhere. At your leisure, and earliest avail, I'd -love- a real conversation. "
Kah nods his head once at the man, without providing an exact answer as his eyes cut southwest.
Percy throws up his hand, cursing in Arabic at the flash of light. "Bloody thing," he says, returning to his usual accent. "Tabby, darling, are you quite alright?" he calls to Tabitha from outside the circle, before checking in turn with Ritsuka and Berlin.
Clearly not as well-versed, or not as capable of seeing through darkness as Kah, Winston just watches him round out and back. "I'd make a joke about having darkvision, but I'm presuming you've never played D&D."
Tabitha stumbles backward as she, too, tries to help douse the flames on Ritsuka's clothing, her request met with that flash of blinding light.
Seeming distracted, Kah just shakes his head. "I do not know what that is. However, another time. I have things to be about this evening."
"Focus on breaking the curse," Berlin says to Tabitha, "We'll work on keeping the effects from doing any harm. You're the strongest, and this curse seems rather devoted to staying on your hand."
Winston says "Wherever you wish. I was going to go get ridiculously high. But your presence is intoxicant enough. I know somewhere quiet, actually. If you need me to come pick you up."
Ritsuka closes her eyes at the sudden flash of light and she raises a hand to hide her eyes from it, block it out before she opens them again. "This is very troublesome. I am glad I did not find cursed items before."
Winston says "Comin' "
Winston says "Alrighty. "
Winston says "I'd also suggest, Mistress, that you match with me on myHaven. Easier to circumvent, if you're going through burners. I'd do the same with my Kin-Sister, but I'm half-sure she's got no presence there either."
For several seconds the room grows painfully hot.
barely pulls to a stop, waiting only long enough for Elora to hop on, her presence an ease. He watches Selina walk off into the campus, noting "...Seems like a bad idea," before rounding a corner and driving off into the dark. He goes away. Out of town, and when he comes to a stop, it is near the woods themselves, on a hiking trail. "I'd be sad, I think, if you changed your clothes. Your hair could anything you want, though, really." Off Winston gets, politely holding a hand out for Elora.
Ritsuka rises a hand to the neckline of her crewneck and pulls it a few times to draw ait in. Her eyes wince and narrow, trying to endure the unpleasant heat.
Tabitha nods to Percy, at least where Percy might be, for she is entirely blinded for a moment, only seeing a stange blurring shadow where she tries to look. And then another nod is sent toward Berlin, his voice, at least. The redhead closes her eyes, the image of that flash likely still there, on the inside of her eyelids. "The Arae are tricky things. Who like to play with curses," she educates, drawing a figure into the sand. "Furies, perhaps, is what they are most known as, in Roman terms. Erinyes, in Greek."
Percy begins to sweat again; even stripped to his undershirt, the heat hits him, olive skin gleaming. He paces outside the circle; one can almost see the metaphorical tail thrashing, wanting to come inside to help but unable to cross the line. "Out, out, damn spot," he says beneath his breath, a little Shakespeare to lighten the mood -- except that his eyes do not seem light.
Pausing, there, beneath the treehouse, at the edge of the water, Winston turns to face Elora in the darkness. "Not a club, and not a web, but somewhere, I thought, a bit in-between, and a bit out of the way."
"My guess is that they curse these things that we may find them, much to thier own delight." Tabitha expresses, as sweat follows the curve of her neck. "Sometimes all it takes is to allow the curse to run its course, and suffer the consequences of it. But sometimes..." She looks up and wipes the perspiration from her brow.
sweat trickles down Berlin's face, running along his jaw and down his neck. But he's an athlete, he's sweated before. It earns only a swipe of the back of his hand and nothing more. For now the thing ring doesn't seem to be violent, just hot. So he reaches out to Tabitha, letting her hands remain free to draw her symbols, his own wiping the perspiration from her cheek with a cashmere cuff.
"Sometimes we call to our goddess to punish the playful imps." Tabitha says, before falling to a low, quiet chant, a beseeching again to Gaia.
With a final burst of power the curse on a bone ring is broken.
Berlins Decursing Attempt 241023
(Ritsuka's decursing attempt)
[Tue Oct 22 2024]
On Sandy Point Drive
This seaside road winds along to a point just northeast of Haven. A little more rural than the town proper, it still
gives access to the sometimes grander houses of those who choose to live just outside of town.
Here, at the end of the road, the dirt track looks out over the Atlantic Ocean. Almost always, the sea is churning, but here and there along the coast are pools where the water briefly reflects the sky as some imperfect mirror.
It is night, about 64F(17C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waning gibbous moon.
Tabitha is in the process of trying to pry a ring from her finger when Ritsuka has arrived. She musters up a smile, but she is clearly a little tense. "I promise that I did not put the ring on. It just ... ended up there." She twists the thing, but it moves her skin rather than the ring itself. "I am -- Well. I could be far better, but I am okay. It is the best that I can say." She gives up the ghost for trying to tug the ring off, and sighs. She gives Berlin a little nod, looking down at the sand for a time. "Thank you both for coming." She says, "I tried to contact Percy too, but it may simply be us three."
"I could do this on my own, but it is best with others. There is power in the numbers." Tabitha says, as she starts to rummage through her things to see what she has on hand, other than the ring, to help to break the seal about her finger.
"I -swam- here," Winston says, face drenched. "Which is fantastic. So if someone else- Ah, great. You've got it handled."
Percy hurries in at some speed, looking at Tabitha, Ritsuka and Berlin. "What is happening? Some ring, you said?" he asks Tabitha. "Did I hear you say it was fused to you? That's rather distressing," he says, the lightness of his tone underscoring some sense of concern. He looks at Berlin. "I came by last night, old boy, but you must have been asleep." A beat. "What do I do?"
Winston says "I am wet. And irritated. And I saw Tabitha, which, you know, made swimming across the ENTIRE Bay for a god-damned ring or dagger or whatever worthwhile."
Winston says "I am going to get a tuna melt, and then get high, and then go dance "
Finding her knife, though butter would likely work better in order to try to tug a tight little ring off her little pale finger, Tabitha draws it across her ever shortening lifeline to bring her slick, crimson blood to the surface of her palm. It begins to coat her finger and the ring alike. "Winston could have stayed. But ... I won't try to hold you here long, Ritsuka."
Winston says "If anyone needs me, I'll be rolling face."
Berlin uses the nib of his pen to slice his own palm, mimicking Tabitha's movements as best he can. He holds his hand over hers, dripping some of the bright crimson onto the ring, donating, as best he can, his power to help support her. The pen slides back into his satchel, the man focusing on following Tabitha's lead.
"You know a little ritual," Tabitha says to Percy. "Your blood, afterall, opened the gates to Bastet's temple." Poke poke, perhaps a little at him. "What book did you use to open them? I doubt that you still have it. Perhaps in the temple itself?" She closes her fist to let the blood pool at her fingers, then drip into the sand.
For several seconds the room grows painfully hot.
"I don't have my copy of the Book of the Dead," Percy shares with Tabitha. "But I can work some pieces," he shares. He looks around the edge of the road, and then he begins to pace, slowly, in a counter-clockwise circle around the trio, dragging his left foot as he does. It is a rough circle around them, but it is a circle, one that leaves him sweating as heat seems to overcome the ocean's cool.
Ritsuka shakes her hhead "It is alright-" and then her phone vibrates A LOT and she lets out a sigh and takes to look at it. Answering something and then leaves it. And then she puts her phone away again. She does reach around and actually draws a blade from her turtleneck sleeve, a wakizashi and draws it just barely over her own palm, which causes her hand to bleed, a lot. She then holds her palm out to Tabitha. "I should carry a less sharp blade."
"Someone find me a stick so that I can draw a circle into the sand. It will provide most, if not all of you, some protection. Of course, there is no protection circle, and soon the air grows dry and hot. There is a bead of sweat that falls from Tabitha's hairline, slowly traveling down the curve of her cheek like a tear."
Berlin winces at the heat, but holds his courage, forcing himself not to withdraw from Tabitha's side. He continues to focus on the ring, willing it to shatter.
"My foot will do where a stick does not," Percy offers with something grim in his tone. He looks down at the crude circle he's drawn on the dirt road. "Curses," he shares with Berlin and Ritsuka, "are some awful thing."
Tabitha clasps Ritsuka's hand so that her blood now mingles with the redhead's own. She begins to chant, eyes closing as she calls to her Maiden, her Mother, and her Crone. The heat subsides some with the request of their presence. And a cool wind answers her call. "There are many curses in the world, this is a rather mild one. But it is no less awful and .. annoying."
A section of Ritsuka's clothing catches fire.
Winston says "Huh "
Winston says "Not, exactly, the man I expected to find out on Fleet Street. "
Berlin curses, lunging for the ocean as Ritsuka catches flames. He pulls a handkerchief from his pocket, soaking it in the sea water before return to wring it out to douse the flames .
"I did not come for the merchandise" Kah says to Winston quietly, eyes narrowing at him a little bit.
Percy exclaims, "Lord!" when Ritsuka's clothing catches fire. Since he is outside the circle with Tabitha and the others, he dashes for the water where the road ends, pulling his shirt off to soak it in water before tossing it in Berlin's direction. "Here!" he says. "Put her out!"
Mountains are shorter than Kah, and yet Winston doesn't entirely seem fazed by it. "Clearly. Are you the First?" he asks of Kah. "I've done a lot of research on the origination. But I hear you're one of the First."
Berlin thanks Percy with a nod, catching the shirt and drenching it too in the seawater. He returns, wrapping the wet cloth around Ritsuka, using it to smother what's left of the flames. "Forgive the familiarity," he jokes, hugging the woman for a moment to insure all the flames are dead before he steps back, moving to soak the cloth once more in case it happens again.
Kah leans down slightly to look at Winston slightly more acutely. The silvery-white hair atop his head a wilde and unruly mane that hangs over to partially obscure his features. "You have probably heard correctly." Tundral blue eyes bore into Winston.
Suddenly, Ritsuka's cuff catches on fire! Reflexively, she starts to try to pat at it quickly, slapping, it is the hand with which she shares her own blood with Tabitha with. And it is nasty magical fire so it begins to spread. Her own gaze is on utter shock for a good moment, and by the time she looks about to panic, there is suddenly Berlin dousing the flames, causing for her to make a paniced noised and scare on the sudden intervention. But the flame extinguishes, but she stares at it for a few moments longer as Berlin smothers the remains with Percy's help.
"Fascinating," Winston replies, chin lifting to meet Kah's gaze, though his eyes are covered. Eye Contact. It's a dangerous thing. "How old, then?" he asks of Kah, his own raven-dark locks falling wetly over his face. "Must be, like, thousands, right?"
Winston pauses, mid-thought, to touch at his ear.
As the nearby streetlight flickers, so does the ring that is upon Tabitha's finger. The cursed object affecting not simply the four elements, but the electrical currents nearby. "Oh, she's a strong one. I wonder ... I wonder what it is this thing actually is cursed with." She tries to again pull off the ring, but when it does not come off, she drops to her knees and uses her fingers to draw into the sand. The image is a three moon symbol, that of Hecate, called upon earlier in the dusk hours. "It is a good thing we are perfoming this so close to the water. It heightens our energy. It makes us stronger." Does it? One might wonder, really. "Thetis, I beseech, douse the flames." And another symbol.
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
Winston says "Also, Kin-Sister, the one's to be used, not burnt out in a dumpster somewhere. At your leisure, and earliest avail, I'd -love- a real conversation. "
Kah nods his head once at the man, without providing an exact answer as his eyes cut southwest.
Percy throws up his hand, cursing in Arabic at the flash of light. "Bloody thing," he says, returning to his usual accent. "Tabby, darling, are you quite alright?" he calls to Tabitha from outside the circle, before checking in turn with Ritsuka and Berlin.
Clearly not as well-versed, or not as capable of seeing through darkness as Kah, Winston just watches him round out and back. "I'd make a joke about having darkvision, but I'm presuming you've never played D&D."
Tabitha stumbles backward as she, too, tries to help douse the flames on Ritsuka's clothing, her request met with that flash of blinding light.
Seeming distracted, Kah just shakes his head. "I do not know what that is. However, another time. I have things to be about this evening."
"Focus on breaking the curse," Berlin says to Tabitha, "We'll work on keeping the effects from doing any harm. You're the strongest, and this curse seems rather devoted to staying on your hand."
Winston says "Wherever you wish. I was going to go get ridiculously high. But your presence is intoxicant enough. I know somewhere quiet, actually. If you need me to come pick you up."
Ritsuka closes her eyes at the sudden flash of light and she raises a hand to hide her eyes from it, block it out before she opens them again. "This is very troublesome. I am glad I did not find cursed items before."
Winston says "Comin' "
Winston says "Alrighty. "
Winston says "I'd also suggest, Mistress, that you match with me on myHaven. Easier to circumvent, if you're going through burners. I'd do the same with my Kin-Sister, but I'm half-sure she's got no presence there either."
For several seconds the room grows painfully hot.
barely pulls to a stop, waiting only long enough for Elora to hop on, her presence an ease. He watches Selina walk off into the campus, noting "...Seems like a bad idea," before rounding a corner and driving off into the dark. He goes away. Out of town, and when he comes to a stop, it is near the woods themselves, on a hiking trail. "I'd be sad, I think, if you changed your clothes. Your hair could anything you want, though, really." Off Winston gets, politely holding a hand out for Elora.
Ritsuka rises a hand to the neckline of her crewneck and pulls it a few times to draw ait in. Her eyes wince and narrow, trying to endure the unpleasant heat.
Tabitha nods to Percy, at least where Percy might be, for she is entirely blinded for a moment, only seeing a stange blurring shadow where she tries to look. And then another nod is sent toward Berlin, his voice, at least. The redhead closes her eyes, the image of that flash likely still there, on the inside of her eyelids. "The Arae are tricky things. Who like to play with curses," she educates, drawing a figure into the sand. "Furies, perhaps, is what they are most known as, in Roman terms. Erinyes, in Greek."
Percy begins to sweat again; even stripped to his undershirt, the heat hits him, olive skin gleaming. He paces outside the circle; one can almost see the metaphorical tail thrashing, wanting to come inside to help but unable to cross the line. "Out, out, damn spot," he says beneath his breath, a little Shakespeare to lighten the mood -- except that his eyes do not seem light.
Pausing, there, beneath the treehouse, at the edge of the water, Winston turns to face Elora in the darkness. "Not a club, and not a web, but somewhere, I thought, a bit in-between, and a bit out of the way."
"My guess is that they curse these things that we may find them, much to thier own delight." Tabitha expresses, as sweat follows the curve of her neck. "Sometimes all it takes is to allow the curse to run its course, and suffer the consequences of it. But sometimes..." She looks up and wipes the perspiration from her brow.
sweat trickles down Berlin's face, running along his jaw and down his neck. But he's an athlete, he's sweated before. It earns only a swipe of the back of his hand and nothing more. For now the thing ring doesn't seem to be violent, just hot. So he reaches out to Tabitha, letting her hands remain free to draw her symbols, his own wiping the perspiration from her cheek with a cashmere cuff.
"Sometimes we call to our goddess to punish the playful imps." Tabitha says, before falling to a low, quiet chant, a beseeching again to Gaia.
With a final burst of power the curse on a bone ring is broken.