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(Cadence's decursing attempt)
[Tue Apr 15 2025]
In the bathroom of Rosie's Diner
Light turquiose blue tiles line the walls, decorated with a border of black and white checkered tiles at about chest height. The flooring consists of much larger black and white checkered tiles, gleaming beneath flourescent lighting. There are three stalls available for use. Two pedestal sinks with chrome accessories sparkle pristinely against the retro blue tone of the wall. Individual mirrors are hung above them, and a soap dispenser and paper towel dispenser posted between them. A few pieces of artwork are hung.
It is about 60F(15C) degrees.
Cadence says "It's a very bad-tempered dagger. In the bathroom."
Cadence tips a thumb at the sticker behind her. Secret Agent Euphie is on the case. "She's been coaching me in the meantime."
"Don't really know her," Cadence admits, peeking her shoulder over at the perky character. "Famous celebrity around here?"
"May I have the fortune to meet her one day then," Cadence allows, patting the silver dagger on the ground. It spins of its own accord, like a rat fighting cats on every front. "Hello, hello," she waves at Siofra.
"Lovely, lovely," Cadence pipes up, clapping her hands together, beckoning Sam and Siofra to mosey on over and join the support group for the dagger. "No preference, I take it," she supposes.
Siofra preens the white side of her hair, answering to Cadence, "No preference. I've been taught t'use the books of rituals that Hand has- earlier from- well, about me later."
"Nah. Well. It might be on the table. I'm on my general studies, you can say," Cadence supposes, occasionally looking at the dagger, it spins at someone when she speaks, then Sam in turn, wanting in on the conversation too. "What's it take to be an arcanist? A good work ethic?"
"Nah. Well. It might be on the table. I'm on my general studies, you can say," Cadence supposes, occasionally looking at the dagger, it spins at Siofra when she speaks, then Sam in turn, wanting in on the conversation too. "What's it take to be an arcanist? A good work ethic?"
Siofra says "Blood and pain."
Siofra says, quieter, "And time and talent, sometimes."
wags a finger at the dagger. "So what's the deal with it? Is it mad? Sick? Need a pep talk?" Cadence asks her two superiors, taking on a studious approach. She wants to get her feet wet. "Ghost inside?"
"So, I actually learned arcanism from un-cursing." Sam nods towards Siofra.
"Basics are: Emotions are power. Blood is power." He points to that dagger, grabbing a strange, oily kris knife of his own. He cuts a small prick in his thumb, and lets some blood drip down onto the silver blade.
"I sense malicious magic." He looks to Cadence. "Bleed on it, and let your hatred and malice burn the magic from it."
Siofra rips open the dispenser and begins to yank the paper towels out. "If ye've got metal on ye', best t'get it out of the way."
"Works for me," Cadence allows, pulling the sleeve of her sweater up. "I didn't bring my knife with me," she says, but improvises like any good old Hand intern ought to do. She starts to drag her nails into her forearm. "Down the road, not across the street," she sing-lectures, producing a rdline over her skin. Drops of blood come and go.
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
"Hm." Sam nods over to someone, and smiles some, and he seems to brace himself.
As Cadence gets to work, he lifts a hand, and a ring on his finger glows.
"Allow me to assist." He points his finger at Cadence, and that charred ring, shaped like a dragon biting it's own tail lights up as those wounds from the nail start to bleed easily, the blood temporarily halting it's clotting.
"Sonoffa..." Sam turns away from that light.
"Hm." Sam nods over to Siofra, and smiles some, and he seems to brace himself.
As Cadence gets to work, he lifts a hand, and a ring on his finger glows.
"Allow me to assist." He points his finger at Cadence, and that charred ring, shaped like a dragon biting it's own tail lights up as those wounds from the nail start to bleed easily, the blood temporarily halting it's clotting.
"Sonoffa..." Sam turns away from that light.
sees stars in the wake of a flashbang. "My blood's probably not what it likes," Cadence concludes, blinking through the spots flooding her vision. "If you ever try to leave me, I'll find you, Ronnie..." she sings, reaching out blindly for the dagger, making sure its still where she left it. The movement helps allocate a nice helping of her blood on the floor and on the dagger itself for good measure.
Siofra does a double take on the measure Cadence uses to cut her own flesh, the exact amount of takes it takes for her to hiss and clamp a hand over her left eye. "Tch. The t'ings I do fer style." Her hand peels away from her eye- though the white one remains shut. She shuts the dispenser with a sharp *CLACK.*
And then it falls open just after she steps away.
An arc of lightning blasts out of the artifact to strike Siofra, sending her flying.
Sam's hands raise slowly above the dagger, and the jock draws that knife across his palm. He lets drops of blood fall down, and mix with Cadence's blood. He speaks but one word, his voice lowering to a detached, hissing tone, more like a serpent than anything. "Consume." Around the jock, the shadows briefly flicker, even as Siofra is sent flying. He does not flinch, however, instead swaying from side to side like a snake.
"Direct the power. Tell it what to destroy." He looks to Cadence, his shadow coiling around on the ground slowly.
"Did I mention this sort of thing wasn't in my ballpark?" Cadence asks, mouth hanging open dumbly. Her vision's still shot, but her hearing hasn't failed her yet. Like a bat that doesn't have its own senses, she tries to use echolocation, humming and directing her voice at where she thinks Sam or Siofra is. It doesn't really work, but she definitely sees the latter's form flying off a thunderous applause. Encouraged and instructed by Sam, she contributes to the banishment in her own way. "Fuck this dagger over," she urges, bleeding arm held out.
A simultaneous slap of body to wall and a crack of a little brother thunder sound out, the noise of Siofra's squeak suffocated by the air knocked out of her lungs. Buckling to her knees, she sets a hand over the scarlet burn mark sitting on her chest. "Feck.. J-just t'e over skin.."
The sink turns on helpfully from a motion sensor of Siofra flying across the room.
The jock remains swaying from side to side slowly, and he nods his head. "Good. Good." Sam slowly moves over to place both hands on Cadence's shoulders, breathing in, then out slowly as his shadow, like a tar-like ooze, seems to mix with Cadence's.
"Direct the hunger. Fuck that Dagger. Your will is stronger. You are in charge. Consume."
For several seconds the room grows painfully hot.
"S'just-" Siofra coughs, a final gasp breaking through to the road of breaths. Her eyes jump to Cadence as the temperature spikes hellishly. Sadly for the curse, even if it had brought high water- it wouldn't have affected Siofra much.
It takes a few more blinks of Cadence's eyes to bring clarity to mind. Her vision swims in, and her cohorts have since moved since she last saw them. Straightening when the shoulders come to bear on her shoulders, she lines her sights on the dagger. "Play nice. Make this easier on yourself," she bids the dagger, treating it with a fair but firm grip. Then the room gets real hot, real quick. "Ugh. Die already," she speaks more plainly of her wishes.
Leaning over her, Sam whispers softly in Cadence's ear, his voice a soft hiss on the air, and that shadowy ooze seems to stir, following Cadence's words as it starts to wrap around the dagger slowly.
"Good...." He lowers his voice, and continues speaking.
The whole room shakes.
As the arcane takes its cost, Siofra takes the time to stand. Bad news, however, never had good timing. She plays the part of the falling mammal and allows her self to flop back mildly onto her bum- cross legged and muttering something about, "..Roomservice? No.. No... Just show up."
Cadence blinks real slow like, starting to take note of the odd influence of the air about the room. The air isn't supposed to do that, but neither is just about everything else happening in Rosie's bathroom.
"Cling to this world all you like, it will never love you back," she plays at being mean girl with the cursed object. Maybe she hit a nerve, since the room starts to shake. "Zamn," she says, a little perturbed herself, feeling like they're all playing with a ticking time bomb. She might fair better than Siofra. If Sam keeps his footing, she'll stay propped up.
Sam keeps his footing.... mostly. His grip on Cadence's shoulders is released, at least one hand, and he steadies himself against a sink. A crack in the material causes the 'helpfully' motion-sensor activated stream to trickle onto the floor somewhat. someone
"Damnit..." He mutters. Then, he nods slowly. "Good. Prepare yourself. The ritual will take it's toll on your body, it can be a bit of a shock on the system." He returns to supporting Cadence's work, the jock at least trying to seem like a good teacher.
Sam keeps his footing.... mostly. His grip on Cadence's shoulders is released, at least one hand, and he steadies himself against a sink. A crack in the material causes the 'helpfully' motion-sensor activated stream to trickle onto the floor somewhat.
"Damnit..." He mutters. Then, he nods slowly. "Good. Prepare yourself. The ritual will take it's toll on your body, it can be a bit of a shock on the system." He returns to supporting Cadence's work, the jock at least trying to seem like a good teacher.
With a final burst of power the curse on a silver dagger is broken.
Cadences Decursing Attempt 250416
(Cadence's decursing attempt)
[Tue Apr 15 2025]
In the bathroom of Rosie's Diner
Light turquiose blue tiles line the walls, decorated with a border of black and white checkered tiles at about chest height. The flooring consists of much larger black and white checkered tiles, gleaming beneath flourescent lighting. There are three stalls available for use. Two pedestal sinks with chrome accessories sparkle pristinely against the retro blue tone of the wall. Individual mirrors are hung above them, and a soap dispenser and paper towel dispenser posted between them. A few pieces of artwork are hung.
It is about 60F(15C) degrees.
Cadence says "It's a very bad-tempered dagger. In the bathroom."
Cadence tips a thumb at the sticker behind her. Secret Agent Euphie is on the case. "She's been coaching me in the meantime."
"Don't really know her," Cadence admits, peeking her shoulder over at the perky character. "Famous celebrity around here?"
"May I have the fortune to meet her one day then," Cadence allows, patting the silver dagger on the ground. It spins of its own accord, like a rat fighting cats on every front. "Hello, hello," she waves at Siofra.
"Lovely, lovely," Cadence pipes up, clapping her hands together, beckoning Sam and Siofra to mosey on over and join the support group for the dagger. "No preference, I take it," she supposes.
Siofra preens the white side of her hair, answering to Cadence, "No preference. I've been taught t'use the books of rituals that Hand has- earlier from- well, about me later."
"Nah. Well. It might be on the table. I'm on my general studies, you can say," Cadence supposes, occasionally looking at the dagger, it spins at someone when she speaks, then Sam in turn, wanting in on the conversation too. "What's it take to be an arcanist? A good work ethic?"
"Nah. Well. It might be on the table. I'm on my general studies, you can say," Cadence supposes, occasionally looking at the dagger, it spins at Siofra when she speaks, then Sam in turn, wanting in on the conversation too. "What's it take to be an arcanist? A good work ethic?"
Siofra says "Blood and pain."
Siofra says, quieter, "And time and talent, sometimes."
wags a finger at the dagger. "So what's the deal with it? Is it mad? Sick? Need a pep talk?" Cadence asks her two superiors, taking on a studious approach. She wants to get her feet wet. "Ghost inside?"
"So, I actually learned arcanism from un-cursing." Sam nods towards Siofra.
"Basics are: Emotions are power. Blood is power." He points to that dagger, grabbing a strange, oily kris knife of his own. He cuts a small prick in his thumb, and lets some blood drip down onto the silver blade.
"I sense malicious magic." He looks to Cadence. "Bleed on it, and let your hatred and malice burn the magic from it."
Siofra rips open the dispenser and begins to yank the paper towels out. "If ye've got metal on ye', best t'get it out of the way."
"Works for me," Cadence allows, pulling the sleeve of her sweater up. "I didn't bring my knife with me," she says, but improvises like any good old Hand intern ought to do. She starts to drag her nails into her forearm. "Down the road, not across the street," she sing-lectures, producing a rdline over her skin. Drops of blood come and go.
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
"Hm." Sam nods over to someone, and smiles some, and he seems to brace himself.
As Cadence gets to work, he lifts a hand, and a ring on his finger glows.
"Allow me to assist." He points his finger at Cadence, and that charred ring, shaped like a dragon biting it's own tail lights up as those wounds from the nail start to bleed easily, the blood temporarily halting it's clotting.
"Sonoffa..." Sam turns away from that light.
"Hm." Sam nods over to Siofra, and smiles some, and he seems to brace himself.
As Cadence gets to work, he lifts a hand, and a ring on his finger glows.
"Allow me to assist." He points his finger at Cadence, and that charred ring, shaped like a dragon biting it's own tail lights up as those wounds from the nail start to bleed easily, the blood temporarily halting it's clotting.
"Sonoffa..." Sam turns away from that light.
sees stars in the wake of a flashbang. "My blood's probably not what it likes," Cadence concludes, blinking through the spots flooding her vision. "If you ever try to leave me, I'll find you, Ronnie..." she sings, reaching out blindly for the dagger, making sure its still where she left it. The movement helps allocate a nice helping of her blood on the floor and on the dagger itself for good measure.
Siofra does a double take on the measure Cadence uses to cut her own flesh, the exact amount of takes it takes for her to hiss and clamp a hand over her left eye. "Tch. The t'ings I do fer style." Her hand peels away from her eye- though the white one remains shut. She shuts the dispenser with a sharp *CLACK.*
And then it falls open just after she steps away.
An arc of lightning blasts out of the artifact to strike Siofra, sending her flying.
Sam's hands raise slowly above the dagger, and the jock draws that knife across his palm. He lets drops of blood fall down, and mix with Cadence's blood. He speaks but one word, his voice lowering to a detached, hissing tone, more like a serpent than anything. "Consume." Around the jock, the shadows briefly flicker, even as Siofra is sent flying. He does not flinch, however, instead swaying from side to side like a snake.
"Direct the power. Tell it what to destroy." He looks to Cadence, his shadow coiling around on the ground slowly.
"Did I mention this sort of thing wasn't in my ballpark?" Cadence asks, mouth hanging open dumbly. Her vision's still shot, but her hearing hasn't failed her yet. Like a bat that doesn't have its own senses, she tries to use echolocation, humming and directing her voice at where she thinks Sam or Siofra is. It doesn't really work, but she definitely sees the latter's form flying off a thunderous applause. Encouraged and instructed by Sam, she contributes to the banishment in her own way. "Fuck this dagger over," she urges, bleeding arm held out.
A simultaneous slap of body to wall and a crack of a little brother thunder sound out, the noise of Siofra's squeak suffocated by the air knocked out of her lungs. Buckling to her knees, she sets a hand over the scarlet burn mark sitting on her chest. "Feck.. J-just t'e over skin.."
The sink turns on helpfully from a motion sensor of Siofra flying across the room.
The jock remains swaying from side to side slowly, and he nods his head. "Good. Good." Sam slowly moves over to place both hands on Cadence's shoulders, breathing in, then out slowly as his shadow, like a tar-like ooze, seems to mix with Cadence's.
"Direct the hunger. Fuck that Dagger. Your will is stronger. You are in charge. Consume."
For several seconds the room grows painfully hot.
"S'just-" Siofra coughs, a final gasp breaking through to the road of breaths. Her eyes jump to Cadence as the temperature spikes hellishly. Sadly for the curse, even if it had brought high water- it wouldn't have affected Siofra much.
It takes a few more blinks of Cadence's eyes to bring clarity to mind. Her vision swims in, and her cohorts have since moved since she last saw them. Straightening when the shoulders come to bear on her shoulders, she lines her sights on the dagger. "Play nice. Make this easier on yourself," she bids the dagger, treating it with a fair but firm grip. Then the room gets real hot, real quick. "Ugh. Die already," she speaks more plainly of her wishes.
Leaning over her, Sam whispers softly in Cadence's ear, his voice a soft hiss on the air, and that shadowy ooze seems to stir, following Cadence's words as it starts to wrap around the dagger slowly.
"Good...." He lowers his voice, and continues speaking.
The whole room shakes.
As the arcane takes its cost, Siofra takes the time to stand. Bad news, however, never had good timing. She plays the part of the falling mammal and allows her self to flop back mildly onto her bum- cross legged and muttering something about, "..Roomservice? No.. No... Just show up."
Cadence blinks real slow like, starting to take note of the odd influence of the air about the room. The air isn't supposed to do that, but neither is just about everything else happening in Rosie's bathroom.
"Cling to this world all you like, it will never love you back," she plays at being mean girl with the cursed object. Maybe she hit a nerve, since the room starts to shake. "Zamn," she says, a little perturbed herself, feeling like they're all playing with a ticking time bomb. She might fair better than Siofra. If Sam keeps his footing, she'll stay propped up.
Sam keeps his footing.... mostly. His grip on Cadence's shoulders is released, at least one hand, and he steadies himself against a sink. A crack in the material causes the 'helpfully' motion-sensor activated stream to trickle onto the floor somewhat. someone
"Damnit..." He mutters. Then, he nods slowly. "Good. Prepare yourself. The ritual will take it's toll on your body, it can be a bit of a shock on the system." He returns to supporting Cadence's work, the jock at least trying to seem like a good teacher.
Sam keeps his footing.... mostly. His grip on Cadence's shoulders is released, at least one hand, and he steadies himself against a sink. A crack in the material causes the 'helpfully' motion-sensor activated stream to trickle onto the floor somewhat.
"Damnit..." He mutters. Then, he nods slowly. "Good. Prepare yourself. The ritual will take it's toll on your body, it can be a bit of a shock on the system." He returns to supporting Cadence's work, the jock at least trying to seem like a good teacher.
With a final burst of power the curse on a silver dagger is broken.