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(Berlin's decursing attempt)
[Sun Dec 8 2024]
In a spacious kitchen with state-of-the-art appliances
Clean lines accentuate the sleek design of this modern kitchen, featuring gleaming white cabinetry and chrome appliances that create a chic, minimalist aesthetic. A spacious island serves as a focal point. With its seamless surfaces and impeccable organization, this kitchen radiates an air of sophistication and pristine beauty.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
"Thanks for coming to get me," Emmelline says, as she tries to fidget with the ring that appears to be stuck on her finger. Though if Berlin were looking, he could see that her finger is turning blue. "This thing... it's cutting off my damned circulation. Usually, I can decurse tese just fine, but it's got my damned right hand," she says with a shake of her head.
'No I think the two of us should be fine. Old veterans like us,' Emmelline says chortling. "I ran out of blood," she tries to explain. "I used the last of the vials I had pepared in the ghost banishment earlier this morning. It's fine, but I can't draw... my right hand,' she says, the finger now definitely turning blue, the ring steadily constricting painfully around it."
"I don't allow blood in my house anyway," Berlin says, moving over to the refrigerator and retrieving an egg. "I learned this from tabitha," he comments, returning with the standard chicken egg and placing it before Emmelline. "Hold it," he instructs, "Force the curse into it. we'll be able to dispose of the egg, and the ring should be left. Plus, I don't have to clean your blood off my countertops."
"Mkay?," Emmelline says, definitely seeming unconvinced, but she takes the egg in her hand all the same. Seeing as she can't draw her own blood at present. "You needn't have, wiped blood. I came prepared," she says with a soft chuckle, patting her duffle bag, where supplies must be. "Pipette, needle, tourniquet, little tubes, so blood doesn't drip everywhere."
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
Berlin actually glares, this topic seeming rather out of the question for him. "No," is his only response, his single head shake closing the debate where he's concerned. He takes a salt shaker from the center of the island, turning a crank on the side to grind salt in a thick circle around Emmelline's hand. He gently lifts her hand, letting him finish the circle beneath where her wrist was, before directing her hand back into the center of the circle of salt. "There," he says, setting the grinder aside. "Now focus Emma. It takes concentration and will power, not blood. The salt will help contain it."
Emmelline still doesn't look convinced at all. "Look Tabitha, I imagine she's a good arcanist and all. but you sure she isn't letting you on?," she asks of Berlin, especially as he begins sprinkling salt on the island, and making her put her hand in it.
Berlin sighs, shaking his head again as he leans on the counter. He covers Emmelline's hand with his, lending his own focus and will power to hers. "I've had two people that I know of do rituals for me Emma," he explains, "Tabitha, and Janette. One involved knives, and not a little bit of pain. The other I slept through and woke up to make coffee for the next morning because she had a mild headache. I've seen this work with my own eyes. Contain the curse with a ring of salt, force it into an egg, dispose of the egg. Its simple. But hey, you want me to go grab a chef's knife then fine, but you're bloody well cleaning it up. Maybe even some magical handcuffs that rob you of your power. Any of that sound fun? Cuz I'd rather not relive it, thanks. I was having a good day. I don't want to end it with a human bleeding out on my island."
A section of Berlin's clothing catches fire.
"I remember the one Crystal did for you too," Emmelline simply replies, "which involved needles. Man, you think someone has to bleed out for it. That's not the case. It's no more harmful than getting your blood drawn at the doctor's office. But all right, your house, your rules." She sighs, and begins focusing on getting the curse to go into the egg, though she can't help but to think this a rather strange way to go about it.
"There wasn't a single fucking needle to be found in that ritual," Berlin corrects, his voice taking on a dark tone. "that was a knife, and nothing else. If things hadn't fallen all to shit then, I'd have probably gone to make sure I didn't need stitches for it. Cut my forearm open for that bloody bracelet." He shakes his head again, noting his sweater smoking. He doesn't break his focus though, simply presses his arm down on the island, smothering the flames while focusing on that ring and its curse.
The whole room shakes.
Emmelline leans close to blow out the smoke to Berlin's clothes. Though as the floor shakes it's enough to make her knock heads with the man. "Oops sorry!," she says, smiling sheepishly. "Just meant to blow out the smoke on your clothing. And all right fine, she used a knife, I would have used a needle," she says with a shrug of her shoulders.
"Focus," is Berlin's only response, drawing back a little as the room makes Emmelline fall closer. he glares down at the ring on her finger, concentrating on it, a frown creasing his forehead. "You get your arm sliced open," he says quietly, "Get stabbed with syringes, see people sliced and slashed, see so much blood you see it in your dreams. Then you get told that none of it was necessary. You'll understand Emma. And I hope to the gods you never understand. what I went through is mild, and I still don't want you to have to experience it. Emotionally or physically."
An arc of lightning blasts out of the artifact to strike Emmelline, sending her flying.
Emmelline simply nods, clearly a lot of what Berlin has to say going over her head. though as the arc of lightning come sout, she isn't swift enough to move out of it's path, and it indeed sends her flying, landing on the floor somewhere across the room.
Berlin is quick enough to catch the egg before it smashes, one hand reaching to catch Emmelline's wrist. He misses that though, moving over to kneel and help her up off the floor. "Its almost done," he encourages, easing her up, "come on, just a bit more."
'Yeah, I hate that bloody lightning thing," Emmelline says with a nod, as she retakes her seat. "Almost done, you're right. It stopped constricting around my finger. I can feel the circulation returning.'
With a final burst of power the curse on a golden ring is broken.
Berlins Decursing Attempt 241209
(Berlin's decursing attempt)
[Sun Dec 8 2024]
In a spacious kitchen with state-of-the-art appliances
Clean lines accentuate the sleek design of this modern kitchen, featuring gleaming white cabinetry and chrome appliances that create a chic, minimalist aesthetic. A spacious island serves as a focal point. With its seamless surfaces and impeccable organization, this kitchen radiates an air of sophistication and pristine beauty.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
"Thanks for coming to get me," Emmelline says, as she tries to fidget with the ring that appears to be stuck on her finger. Though if Berlin were looking, he could see that her finger is turning blue. "This thing... it's cutting off my damned circulation. Usually, I can decurse tese just fine, but it's got my damned right hand," she says with a shake of her head.
'No I think the two of us should be fine. Old veterans like us,' Emmelline says chortling. "I ran out of blood," she tries to explain. "I used the last of the vials I had pepared in the ghost banishment earlier this morning. It's fine, but I can't draw... my right hand,' she says, the finger now definitely turning blue, the ring steadily constricting painfully around it."
"I don't allow blood in my house anyway," Berlin says, moving over to the refrigerator and retrieving an egg. "I learned this from tabitha," he comments, returning with the standard chicken egg and placing it before Emmelline. "Hold it," he instructs, "Force the curse into it. we'll be able to dispose of the egg, and the ring should be left. Plus, I don't have to clean your blood off my countertops."
"Mkay?," Emmelline says, definitely seeming unconvinced, but she takes the egg in her hand all the same. Seeing as she can't draw her own blood at present. "You needn't have, wiped blood. I came prepared," she says with a soft chuckle, patting her duffle bag, where supplies must be. "Pipette, needle, tourniquet, little tubes, so blood doesn't drip everywhere."
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
Berlin actually glares, this topic seeming rather out of the question for him. "No," is his only response, his single head shake closing the debate where he's concerned. He takes a salt shaker from the center of the island, turning a crank on the side to grind salt in a thick circle around Emmelline's hand. He gently lifts her hand, letting him finish the circle beneath where her wrist was, before directing her hand back into the center of the circle of salt. "There," he says, setting the grinder aside. "Now focus Emma. It takes concentration and will power, not blood. The salt will help contain it."
Emmelline still doesn't look convinced at all. "Look Tabitha, I imagine she's a good arcanist and all. but you sure she isn't letting you on?," she asks of Berlin, especially as he begins sprinkling salt on the island, and making her put her hand in it.
Berlin sighs, shaking his head again as he leans on the counter. He covers Emmelline's hand with his, lending his own focus and will power to hers. "I've had two people that I know of do rituals for me Emma," he explains, "Tabitha, and Janette. One involved knives, and not a little bit of pain. The other I slept through and woke up to make coffee for the next morning because she had a mild headache. I've seen this work with my own eyes. Contain the curse with a ring of salt, force it into an egg, dispose of the egg. Its simple. But hey, you want me to go grab a chef's knife then fine, but you're bloody well cleaning it up. Maybe even some magical handcuffs that rob you of your power. Any of that sound fun? Cuz I'd rather not relive it, thanks. I was having a good day. I don't want to end it with a human bleeding out on my island."
A section of Berlin's clothing catches fire.
"I remember the one Crystal did for you too," Emmelline simply replies, "which involved needles. Man, you think someone has to bleed out for it. That's not the case. It's no more harmful than getting your blood drawn at the doctor's office. But all right, your house, your rules." She sighs, and begins focusing on getting the curse to go into the egg, though she can't help but to think this a rather strange way to go about it.
"There wasn't a single fucking needle to be found in that ritual," Berlin corrects, his voice taking on a dark tone. "that was a knife, and nothing else. If things hadn't fallen all to shit then, I'd have probably gone to make sure I didn't need stitches for it. Cut my forearm open for that bloody bracelet." He shakes his head again, noting his sweater smoking. He doesn't break his focus though, simply presses his arm down on the island, smothering the flames while focusing on that ring and its curse.
The whole room shakes.
Emmelline leans close to blow out the smoke to Berlin's clothes. Though as the floor shakes it's enough to make her knock heads with the man. "Oops sorry!," she says, smiling sheepishly. "Just meant to blow out the smoke on your clothing. And all right fine, she used a knife, I would have used a needle," she says with a shrug of her shoulders.
"Focus," is Berlin's only response, drawing back a little as the room makes Emmelline fall closer. he glares down at the ring on her finger, concentrating on it, a frown creasing his forehead. "You get your arm sliced open," he says quietly, "Get stabbed with syringes, see people sliced and slashed, see so much blood you see it in your dreams. Then you get told that none of it was necessary. You'll understand Emma. And I hope to the gods you never understand. what I went through is mild, and I still don't want you to have to experience it. Emotionally or physically."
An arc of lightning blasts out of the artifact to strike Emmelline, sending her flying.
Emmelline simply nods, clearly a lot of what Berlin has to say going over her head. though as the arc of lightning come sout, she isn't swift enough to move out of it's path, and it indeed sends her flying, landing on the floor somewhere across the room.
Berlin is quick enough to catch the egg before it smashes, one hand reaching to catch Emmelline's wrist. He misses that though, moving over to kneel and help her up off the floor. "Its almost done," he encourages, easing her up, "come on, just a bit more."
'Yeah, I hate that bloody lightning thing," Emmelline says with a nod, as she retakes her seat. "Almost done, you're right. It stopped constricting around my finger. I can feel the circulation returning.'
With a final burst of power the curse on a golden ring is broken.