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(Emmanuel's decursing attempt)
[Tue Oct 8 2024]
On Guardian lane
The hard-packed dirt road is wide enough for two cars to passs but just barely. Along each side, the foliage has been left to grow as it will with no attempt to tame it or trim it for appearance. Overhead, the tree branches grow thicker than previous, causing more of the shade during the day and an even deeper darkness at night.
It is night, about 55F(12C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. Ankle high mist flows through the area. There is a waxing crescent moon.
Emmanuel says "Anyone awake, and able to help with a cursed item?"
Emmanuel says "Bring a light, merci."
"Nope, clearing," Emmanuel notes back to Lilah with a quirk of the lips, and then holds up the wooden dagger that he'd stumbled upon, "One of the trees reached back out at me, hm?" He explains with a quirk of the lips and tries to drop it. Only for his hand to remain clutched around it, "Help? Merci?"
"Clearing," Lilah repeats like it's a word she's never heard before in her life. "Wait. You mean you came out here to -cut down trees- by yourself?" She stares at Emmanuel, then shakes her head and nods. "Sure. I'll help. Fire and sea water." Reaching into her pocket, she pulls out a small vial likely containing the latter. It's crystal clear though, and she pops the top to pour it across the dagger's surface in a slow trickle.
"Oui, exactly this, hm? It is soothing, non? Nature, and the quiet, and the woods." Emmanuel further elaborates back to Lilah with a quirk of the lips, "I'm putting up a little store out here, hm? Somewhere people can be fetcing a weapon before they skitter-skatter into the wilds," The mention of fire has Emmanuel grimacing somewhat, "..Don't burn me?"
An arc of lightning blasts out of the artifact to strike Emmanuel, sending him flying.
"I can control it," Lilah says as she continues dousing the wooden dagger with sea water. "But if you want, we can make a circle and put it in there, instead." She ponders for a few moments, then eventually gives Emmanuel a nod. "I suppose that makes sense. In general." Reaching out with a fingertip, she runs a line down along the dagger, from hilt to tip, slicing through the water that's somehow stayed atop it. But then Emmanuel is hit, and -she- yelps and jumps. "I can't control -that-!"
"Oh, the circle is a good ide-" Emmanuel doesn't even get to finish his thought before a bolt of lightning is blasting out of the dagger in his hand, and straight into his chest. He goes flying like something out of a terrible eighties movie, only without the obvious wirework, soaring through the air until he crashes into the side of his shitty van and then tumbles back onto the dirt road, "..Ow." The man wheezes out.
Lilah takes a moment, perhaps just to make sure that Emmanuel isn't a live wire ready to electrocute her, and then she darts forward. Kneeling at his side takes a moment longer, her body starting to resist such positions - unfortunately! But then she's reaching out, hands cool on his face, then sliding down to his chest. For once, it's a simple inspection of the 'are you okay?' kind, and her eyes are filled with worry, not a Siren's hunger. She doesn't ask the words, however, merely holding out a hand after that quick inspection, to offer him a bit of a rise to his feet, before she turns and reaches her hands out toward the dagger.
Growing air pressure makes your ear's pop uncomfortably and deadens all sound.
The daggerless hand is offered up and over toward Lilah as Emmanuel accepts her help to try and scramble up to his feet. The other, on the other hand (literally), attempts to resist being held by her. Jerking away with such little warning that it nearly topples Emmanuel over to his side once more, "Ow," He complains, once more, hissing out, and then making more sounds of complaint and pain as his ears start popping.
For a moment when Emmanuel jerks away, Lilah just watches him. But then she's shaking her head and muttering, "It hates you..." But then it's on her too, as she discovers when she can't even hear her words. She yawns, shaking her head, and turns more determined eyes onto the dagger. "I'm not going to burn you to ash," she promises in a sweet little voice that nobody can hear. Can the dagger? But even as she says this, flames spring up along the dagger's blade, dancing over the wood and catching onto something - but it isn't the material itself. Her eyes narrow in concentration, as she starts to fight fire with fire, in an attempt to literally burn away the curse.
A blast of force sends Emmanuel flying into Lilah.
"Mhmm," Emmanuel mutters in exhausted sounding agreement with Lilah, acknowledging that it is indeed likely that the dagger hates him. Why wouldn't it? What doesn't at this point? He does his best to yawn, and pop his ears, but it isn't until Lilah herself does so that the contagiousness nature of the reflex catches him too, and the sweet relief comes as his eyes pip-pop, "Phew," Emmanuel exhales, starting to relax a little as it seems like Lilah has things under control. Then, as if the universe has some cruel sense of humour, Emmanuel is being tossed up, and toward her, crashing into her awkwardly, with knees and elbows, as he tries to at least cushion her falling back with his own body. "Ow!"
"Shit," Lilah gasps, as Emmanuel comes flying. She has time to brace herself, sort of, but her body's not balanced the way it should be, and one step backward becomes a stumble. Letting him take the brunt of the fall seems to be instinctive, as she twists to protect the baby and he twists too! So, she lands atop him, laying there for a moment, looking dazed. Then, remembering her job, she pushes herself halfway up, and extends her hand and those flames, once more. They burn hotter, brighter, though still they do no damage to Emmanuel, as she works on the curse itself.
A blast of force sends Emmanuel flying into Lilah.
"Ooof." The air is expelled from Emmanuel's lungs as he crashes into the dirt, and then Lilah lands atop him. "Uuugh," The man complains as he falls prone on the road then, holding the dagger out and away from them both as he serves as an awkward, "Well, that should be the last at least, no-" Nope. Emmanuel tempts fate. He's jerked up, and into Lilah once more, crashing into her before falling still once more.
If she'd not been planning to move herself, this dagger would have ensured it. As Emmanuel is jerked around like a marionette, Lilah is forced away, back onto her own ass on the road. Irritation takes over the emotion that had briefly clouded her expression, and she mutters, "Little bastard..." Once more, she does her best to turn her focus solely on that dagger, letting the flames dance as she reaches for one more vial of sea water.
This is taken, and tossed over the flames, dousing them fully. Smoke rises though from the blade, bringing with it an odd smell of something acrid as the curse begins to unravel.
"Wooden prick." Emmanuel adds his own flavour of insult to the dagger as Lilah works her magics, shying away from the weapon while extending it away from body, and preparing for some other sort of reaction or revenge from the once inanimate object.
With a final burst of power the curse on a wooden dagger is broken.
Emmanuels Decursing Attempt 241009
(Emmanuel's decursing attempt)
[Tue Oct 8 2024]
On Guardian lane
The hard-packed dirt road is wide enough for two cars to passs but just barely. Along each side, the foliage has been left to grow as it will with no attempt to tame it or trim it for appearance. Overhead, the tree branches grow thicker than previous, causing more of the shade during the day and an even deeper darkness at night.
It is night, about 55F(12C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. Ankle high mist flows through the area. There is a waxing crescent moon.
Emmanuel says "Anyone awake, and able to help with a cursed item?"
Emmanuel says "Bring a light, merci."
"Nope, clearing," Emmanuel notes back to Lilah with a quirk of the lips, and then holds up the wooden dagger that he'd stumbled upon, "One of the trees reached back out at me, hm?" He explains with a quirk of the lips and tries to drop it. Only for his hand to remain clutched around it, "Help? Merci?"
"Clearing," Lilah repeats like it's a word she's never heard before in her life. "Wait. You mean you came out here to -cut down trees- by yourself?" She stares at Emmanuel, then shakes her head and nods. "Sure. I'll help. Fire and sea water." Reaching into her pocket, she pulls out a small vial likely containing the latter. It's crystal clear though, and she pops the top to pour it across the dagger's surface in a slow trickle.
"Oui, exactly this, hm? It is soothing, non? Nature, and the quiet, and the woods." Emmanuel further elaborates back to Lilah with a quirk of the lips, "I'm putting up a little store out here, hm? Somewhere people can be fetcing a weapon before they skitter-skatter into the wilds," The mention of fire has Emmanuel grimacing somewhat, "..Don't burn me?"
An arc of lightning blasts out of the artifact to strike Emmanuel, sending him flying.
"I can control it," Lilah says as she continues dousing the wooden dagger with sea water. "But if you want, we can make a circle and put it in there, instead." She ponders for a few moments, then eventually gives Emmanuel a nod. "I suppose that makes sense. In general." Reaching out with a fingertip, she runs a line down along the dagger, from hilt to tip, slicing through the water that's somehow stayed atop it. But then Emmanuel is hit, and -she- yelps and jumps. "I can't control -that-!"
"Oh, the circle is a good ide-" Emmanuel doesn't even get to finish his thought before a bolt of lightning is blasting out of the dagger in his hand, and straight into his chest. He goes flying like something out of a terrible eighties movie, only without the obvious wirework, soaring through the air until he crashes into the side of his shitty van and then tumbles back onto the dirt road, "..Ow." The man wheezes out.
Lilah takes a moment, perhaps just to make sure that Emmanuel isn't a live wire ready to electrocute her, and then she darts forward. Kneeling at his side takes a moment longer, her body starting to resist such positions - unfortunately! But then she's reaching out, hands cool on his face, then sliding down to his chest. For once, it's a simple inspection of the 'are you okay?' kind, and her eyes are filled with worry, not a Siren's hunger. She doesn't ask the words, however, merely holding out a hand after that quick inspection, to offer him a bit of a rise to his feet, before she turns and reaches her hands out toward the dagger.
Growing air pressure makes your ear's pop uncomfortably and deadens all sound.
The daggerless hand is offered up and over toward Lilah as Emmanuel accepts her help to try and scramble up to his feet. The other, on the other hand (literally), attempts to resist being held by her. Jerking away with such little warning that it nearly topples Emmanuel over to his side once more, "Ow," He complains, once more, hissing out, and then making more sounds of complaint and pain as his ears start popping.
For a moment when Emmanuel jerks away, Lilah just watches him. But then she's shaking her head and muttering, "It hates you..." But then it's on her too, as she discovers when she can't even hear her words. She yawns, shaking her head, and turns more determined eyes onto the dagger. "I'm not going to burn you to ash," she promises in a sweet little voice that nobody can hear. Can the dagger? But even as she says this, flames spring up along the dagger's blade, dancing over the wood and catching onto something - but it isn't the material itself. Her eyes narrow in concentration, as she starts to fight fire with fire, in an attempt to literally burn away the curse.
A blast of force sends Emmanuel flying into Lilah.
"Mhmm," Emmanuel mutters in exhausted sounding agreement with Lilah, acknowledging that it is indeed likely that the dagger hates him. Why wouldn't it? What doesn't at this point? He does his best to yawn, and pop his ears, but it isn't until Lilah herself does so that the contagiousness nature of the reflex catches him too, and the sweet relief comes as his eyes pip-pop, "Phew," Emmanuel exhales, starting to relax a little as it seems like Lilah has things under control. Then, as if the universe has some cruel sense of humour, Emmanuel is being tossed up, and toward her, crashing into her awkwardly, with knees and elbows, as he tries to at least cushion her falling back with his own body. "Ow!"
"Shit," Lilah gasps, as Emmanuel comes flying. She has time to brace herself, sort of, but her body's not balanced the way it should be, and one step backward becomes a stumble. Letting him take the brunt of the fall seems to be instinctive, as she twists to protect the baby and he twists too! So, she lands atop him, laying there for a moment, looking dazed. Then, remembering her job, she pushes herself halfway up, and extends her hand and those flames, once more. They burn hotter, brighter, though still they do no damage to Emmanuel, as she works on the curse itself.
A blast of force sends Emmanuel flying into Lilah.
"Ooof." The air is expelled from Emmanuel's lungs as he crashes into the dirt, and then Lilah lands atop him. "Uuugh," The man complains as he falls prone on the road then, holding the dagger out and away from them both as he serves as an awkward, "Well, that should be the last at least, no-" Nope. Emmanuel tempts fate. He's jerked up, and into Lilah once more, crashing into her before falling still once more.
If she'd not been planning to move herself, this dagger would have ensured it. As Emmanuel is jerked around like a marionette, Lilah is forced away, back onto her own ass on the road. Irritation takes over the emotion that had briefly clouded her expression, and she mutters, "Little bastard..." Once more, she does her best to turn her focus solely on that dagger, letting the flames dance as she reaches for one more vial of sea water.
This is taken, and tossed over the flames, dousing them fully. Smoke rises though from the blade, bringing with it an odd smell of something acrid as the curse begins to unravel.
"Wooden prick." Emmanuel adds his own flavour of insult to the dagger as Lilah works her magics, shying away from the weapon while extending it away from body, and preparing for some other sort of reaction or revenge from the once inanimate object.
With a final burst of power the curse on a wooden dagger is broken.