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(Fayad's decursing attempt)
[Fri Aug 16 2024]
On Deadwood Street Parallel to the Edge of Badwater Park and Temple Steel
It is after dusk, about 85F(29C) degrees, There is a waxing gibbous moon.
Fayad says "Ah, fuck, cursed object. I mean, great, cursed object. You can come to Great News if you want to help decurse it. You don't have to be a wizard."
Fayad says "I'm in the chapel. It's unlocked today."
Novel wanders right on up towards Fayad, reeking of cigarette smoke.
Fayad says "You know, Novel, when you said you were 'smoking a sixpack' I was really confused but I guess you do take cigarettes. I thought you were, like, incinerating beer or something."
"How the fuck am I supposed to smoke a goddamn beer? Do I look like a dragon? Wait, fuck, I -could- smoke a beer, I could load it into my bong water, that's a GREAT idea Fayad, I'll try that the next time I can find some decent weed, all the shit they sell here is absolutely garbage alongside the people who sell it," Novel lightning-fires his way at Fayad as he joins to look down at the hovering bracelet. "The fuck is that?"
Fayad says "It's a cursed item. After we get the angry out of it it goes for a decent amount at the goblin market."
Fayad says "Our ???"
Novel says "Oh sick, money. I fucking LOVE money."
Novel says "But I also hate that it exists."
Novel says "What a fucking wild world we live in."
Fayad says "Yeah, well, money can be exchanged for knives."
Fayad says "You the Royal We, now, Emmanuel?"
Fayad squints at Emmanuel.
Fayad says "Maybe you should own a dishwasher. Where DO you live, anyway, Novel?"
Fayad says "Oh, right. The college. I kind of do my best to forget it exists."
Fayad says "I'm thinking you'll get to tell her yourself soon."
Fayad says "Not much time left, I have to start the ritual."
Fayad begins to chant over the bracelet, clawed gauntlet splayed out over it. Each finger twitches, at seeming random, as he plucks on the strings of arcana in the air around it, as if playing a very angry instrument.
"What? Why the fuck not? It's a fucking compliment. She's strong enough that I still remember what she fucking looks like." Novel gives Emmanuel a baffled look at the man's response. "And of course I'm gonna be my fucking self you asshole!"
It's hard not to feel the energy of the bracelet clutched in Fayad's grip, at least not for Emmanuel, the sensitive little fellow that he is. He eyes it with some clear suspicion ever as Fayad starts to chant, "Ah, good timing, Cara." The Frenchman gestures toward her, drawing her in closer, "This is Novel, and Fayad, hm? And this is the cursed thingymabob." The final indication is toward the bracelet.
Novel looks at the bracelet, then looks at Fayad spasming, remarking, "Tell me if you need to fucking stab something," And then turning he waves back over towards Cara, his movements twitch, energetic, words piling out and coming out quickly, spilling from his mouth, "Welcome to the fucking chapel of the community center if the homeless people give you issues just give 'em a swift kick hey there."
Novel says "Wait didn't I see you earlier?"
Novel says "At the uhhhhhhhhhh."
Novel says "...There was fish."
Novel says "Really tasty fish."
Cara steps on in from the south the slow lope of her pace and glancing about the chapel a clear indicator she feels throughly out of place in a space like this. The banter is evidently heard, the chanting noted, each person briefly under Cara's blue eyed gaze before she nods to Emmanuel and shunts her hands in her pockets in an attempt to look casual. "Pardon mais je ne comprende pas. Parle vous..." She begins in bland tones before switching over to english after deciding this is perhaps not the time for bravado or jokes. Novel gives her a topic to latch onto. "The Tiki Bar behind the Siren. I had a lad with a skirt on sat in my lap."
Fayad shakes his head. "It's unlikely we'll need you to stab something," he murmurs. "Unlikely but not impossible.", he swiftly corrects himself towards Novel, to give Novel hope.
"Come on in closer, Commandante." Emmanuel extends to Cara as he too marches over toward Novel and Fayad, "It is time for learning, hm? In the fire, or.. whatever the saying is." He allows the French to flit over his head, though there is a mild upward twitch of his lips in appreciation, "You are not needing to be a magic person to help, hm? The weight of will, and collective unconscious is enough, but it is helping to have.." He gestures towards itty bitty Fayad.
Novel snaps his fingers a few times at Cara's explanation, looking perked up. "Oh yeah! Goddamn you know that place is AMAZING. It smells gorgeous and the whole place has this amazing style to it and the beer and food is great, I don't even feel like breaking things as much when I'm there. Nice job with the dude by the way seems like you had him by the leash," He rattles off with no particular sense or comprehension and then looks immediately crestfallen at Fayad's words and then perks up. "Wait is that what it is? I just hit things until they stop moving most of the time."
Fayad comments to the affirmative. "I don't usually go to bars, but I looked up the ... catalog, and I took Novel to Siren once. It ended up being alright, yeah," he murmurs.
And indeed Cara steps forwards, hands still in her pockets as she nods understanding to Emmanuel, trying her very best to look nonchalent and in doing so betraying her utter lack of understanding of the magic at play here if that was not apparent. "Right... So. Do I say some words or something?.. And don't have me spout nonsense because you can Emmanuel. I'm serious. I need to know how this shit works."
To Novel Cara notes. "He's a sweet lad. If he was on a leash, it was one of his own choosing. Others take more work to bring to heel."
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
Fayad gestures towards Cara with his free hand. "I need you to take up the three o clock position on this circle," he instructs. "We need to mentally dominate the spirit of power within the bracelet and twist the spell inwards so that it gets stuck in its own web, then it's safe enough to sell to the market." He suddenly covers his eyes with a hiss.
"It is about intent, oui? More than the actions themselves." Emmanuel tries to explain to Cara, though he isn't that magically inclined. There's some understanding, at least of how to deal with these cursed objects. Though Fayad could likely give a more detailed and accurate explanation. "Throwing salt works sometimes, hm? Because we are accepting it as cleansing in the.." He raises a hand to gesture about in the air, implying the collective unconscious. Then he's being blinded by the bloody bracelet and hisses out, "Ack!"
"Oui, what he is saying." Emmanuel mutters while rubbing at his eyes, and blinking rapidly. Tears well, and crawl their way down his cheeks. In a manly fashion, of course.
Novel cheerfully adds in to Fayad, "I shoved a tequila sunrise in his hand! Don't like you thought it tasted fucking great, you even ended up drinking mine too though I don't know if you remember that part," he says with upbeat cheer, stepping aside to let Cara up and instinctively forming a circle around the artifact. He doesn't react to the flash. He just stares at it directly, pupils narrowed. "Fuck you." He tells the artifact. "Awesome you nailed it. The people here are fucking fantastic. And why is everyone so goddamn hot? I mean, not actually complaining."
"Dominate.. I can do tha..." Cara begins dryly, then the artifact flashes and she raises a hand to shield her eyes, turning her gaze away a little and having to blink HARD to identify where the 3 o'clock position is thereafter to find it and stand there. She looks back to Novel. "I'm not sure we are talking about the same place actually. Are you sure you're not thinking of Harriet? I hear she's done battle with a riding cro..." She shakes her head, focussing back on the artifact and hefting a sigh. Waving a hand vaguely at it she coos out a dismissive. "Down boy... artifact... thing?"
Fayad distractedly murmurs, "Hot like the temperature? Because it's summer. If it's hot like normal it's because the Hand actively cultivates attractiveness in everyone so that they can better control people," he grunts. "Something about - ah, nevermind, it's not important. Concentrate on...This is going to sound weird, but instead of making it believe it's an ornament, we have to make it believe it's a detriment. Like it should be GLAD anyone puts it on. Shame the jewelery," he ridiculously commands.
After managing to blink the stars and stripes out of his vision Emmanuel lowers his hands and begins digging through his various pockets and pouches. There are a lot. An excessive amount one might say, if they weren't fond of such things. Eventually he produces a handful of pocket salt from one of the inner pockets of his jacket, draws it out and throws it right at the bracelet, "You are a terrible bracelet, hm?"
"Nah I met Harriet earlier, I offered her some crack but she said no. Fucking pussy-ass bitch. Yeah I can imagine her riding a crocodile into battle. They're both goddamn lizards-ass." Novel is completely dismissive of this waving it aside. "And we are, it was the Siren. I remember now, I saw you a few times when I was walking up the Lighthouse and moseying around on the beach. Just congratulating you anyway." And then he turns back to Fayad. He stares for a few moments. "Okay."
Novel takes in a deep breath.
Fayad says "...oh fuck what have I done"
A section of Fayad's clothing catches fire.
Fayad bats at his ridiculous pelts with his free hand, not daring to remove his twitching claw from pointing at the artifact. "Fuck," he mutters.
"Merde!" Emmanuel cries out in near sync with Fayad, and immediately goes about tossing his pocket salt, and sand both, toward the flaming man instead, trying to put him out. "Stop being on fire, Fayad! This is not the time, mon amie!"
Novel shouts at the top of his fucking lungs leaning over towards the bracelet. "FUCK YOU YOU PUSSY ASS FOOL'S GOLD PIECE OF CHEAP BULLSHIT THAT ISN'T FIT FOR AN OGRE'S FUCKING COCKRING THAT YOU COULD BUY AT A GODDAMN TOURIST STORE RIPPED FROM SOME TINY CHINESE GUY WHO IS ACTUALLY AMERICAN AND SPEAKS NO CHINESE AND PRETENDS HE HAS THE ACCENT BECAUSE HE KNOWS THE ONLY PEOPLE WHO WOULD BUY SUCH A STUPID PIECE OF CRAP ARE EQUALLY AS FUCKING STUPID AND THEN WHEN THE GOLD STARTS TO FLAKE OFF YOU GET DROPPED IN THE GUTTER AND A CAT TRIES TO BURY YOU BECAUSE EVEN THEY DON'T WANT IT AND THEN YOU FALL ALL THE WAY TO THE BOTTOM TO WASH OUT TO SEA WHICH PROMPTLY REJECTS YOU, TOO, BECAUSE THE OCEAN HATES YOU."
One of Cara's brows rises upon hearing the instruction Fayad gives, but she takes a deep breath and begins the instruction. "I wouldn't wear you if you were the last pebble in the jewellery cupboard. The gemstones you're cut from died to create a disappointment. Not even people with a disappointment kink want you. I'd step on you, but you'd dirty my boot. In fact, the laces on my boots are prettier than you."
Emmanuel is mildly distracted from trying to pelt Fayad with sand and salt by Cara's words, which produce an eyebrow raise from him. Novel's on the other hand, cause the man to grimace a little, "Be reminding me not to get on your bad side, hm?" With that said he slinks in closer to Fayad and starts to batter at him with open hands, stilling the remaining flames.
Fayad says "Thanks, thanks , that's - good, exactly what I need."
Fayad is only mildly scorched.
Novel bobs his head at Fayad's approval and gives Cara a thumbs up and a grin. "Nice."
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
Fayad tugs, and there's a ripping noise without any visible source as Fayad slowly draws back his hand from pointing at the bracelet. It trembles in midair and then begins to suck all of the heat from the environs. Thankfully, Fayad's all wrapped up in furs, almost like he was prepared or something.
Novel blinks at Emmanuel. "I mean I'd just stab you twenty-seven times," he immediately answers. "I might do that anyway if I'm on a bad trip if you hear me screaming and running around naked just leave me alone, I'll be fine."
Novel shudders, his form prickling all over with goosebumps and his form shuddering, flexing his hands. "God DAMNIT I need to get that coat already."
Cara looks up from the bracelet to the others, glancing between them and nodding before stating simply. "I'm a very comfortable switch... A sharp tongue can work well from either positio..." She begins, before realizing she is oversharing then promptly being distracted by the intense cold whilst wearing purely a tank top. She crosses her arms over her chest and tries to rub warmth into the bared arms. A pair of points in the front of her tanktop suggest perhaps she should have picked a padded bra today.
Phew. Mild crisis resolved. Fayad is no longer on fire, and nice and cool, and soon enough Emmanuel is shivering too. "..Brrr." He shivers, teeth chattering as he steps away from the smaller fellow and turns his attention back toward the bracelet, "You are.. terrible at being a bracelet, hm?" He rubs at his arms to produce a little more warmth, happy for his extra layers.
There's a quiet little sigh from Emmanuel before he slinks over closer to Cara, lifting his poncho to invite her into the warmth beneath it. He definitely isn't glancing at her tank top while doing this. That would be rude. Plus, his attention needs to remain upon the bracelet!
With a final burst of power the curse on a golden bracelet is broken.
Fayads Decursing Attempt 240828
(Fayad's decursing attempt)
[Fri Aug 16 2024]
On Deadwood Street Parallel to the Edge of Badwater Park and Temple Steel
It is after dusk, about 85F(29C) degrees, There is a waxing gibbous moon.
Fayad says "Ah, fuck, cursed object. I mean, great, cursed object. You can come to Great News if you want to help decurse it. You don't have to be a wizard."
Fayad says "I'm in the chapel. It's unlocked today."
Novel wanders right on up towards Fayad, reeking of cigarette smoke.
Fayad says "You know, Novel, when you said you were 'smoking a sixpack' I was really confused but I guess you do take cigarettes. I thought you were, like, incinerating beer or something."
"How the fuck am I supposed to smoke a goddamn beer? Do I look like a dragon? Wait, fuck, I -could- smoke a beer, I could load it into my bong water, that's a GREAT idea Fayad, I'll try that the next time I can find some decent weed, all the shit they sell here is absolutely garbage alongside the people who sell it," Novel lightning-fires his way at Fayad as he joins to look down at the hovering bracelet. "The fuck is that?"
Fayad says "It's a cursed item. After we get the angry out of it it goes for a decent amount at the goblin market."
Fayad says "Our ???"
Novel says "Oh sick, money. I fucking LOVE money."
Novel says "But I also hate that it exists."
Novel says "What a fucking wild world we live in."
Fayad says "Yeah, well, money can be exchanged for knives."
Fayad says "You the Royal We, now, Emmanuel?"
Fayad squints at Emmanuel.
Fayad says "Maybe you should own a dishwasher. Where DO you live, anyway, Novel?"
Fayad says "Oh, right. The college. I kind of do my best to forget it exists."
Fayad says "I'm thinking you'll get to tell her yourself soon."
Fayad says "Not much time left, I have to start the ritual."
Fayad begins to chant over the bracelet, clawed gauntlet splayed out over it. Each finger twitches, at seeming random, as he plucks on the strings of arcana in the air around it, as if playing a very angry instrument.
"What? Why the fuck not? It's a fucking compliment. She's strong enough that I still remember what she fucking looks like." Novel gives Emmanuel a baffled look at the man's response. "And of course I'm gonna be my fucking self you asshole!"
It's hard not to feel the energy of the bracelet clutched in Fayad's grip, at least not for Emmanuel, the sensitive little fellow that he is. He eyes it with some clear suspicion ever as Fayad starts to chant, "Ah, good timing, Cara." The Frenchman gestures toward her, drawing her in closer, "This is Novel, and Fayad, hm? And this is the cursed thingymabob." The final indication is toward the bracelet.
Novel looks at the bracelet, then looks at Fayad spasming, remarking, "Tell me if you need to fucking stab something," And then turning he waves back over towards Cara, his movements twitch, energetic, words piling out and coming out quickly, spilling from his mouth, "Welcome to the fucking chapel of the community center if the homeless people give you issues just give 'em a swift kick hey there."
Novel says "Wait didn't I see you earlier?"
Novel says "At the uhhhhhhhhhh."
Novel says "...There was fish."
Novel says "Really tasty fish."
Cara steps on in from the south the slow lope of her pace and glancing about the chapel a clear indicator she feels throughly out of place in a space like this. The banter is evidently heard, the chanting noted, each person briefly under Cara's blue eyed gaze before she nods to Emmanuel and shunts her hands in her pockets in an attempt to look casual. "Pardon mais je ne comprende pas. Parle vous..." She begins in bland tones before switching over to english after deciding this is perhaps not the time for bravado or jokes. Novel gives her a topic to latch onto. "The Tiki Bar behind the Siren. I had a lad with a skirt on sat in my lap."
Fayad shakes his head. "It's unlikely we'll need you to stab something," he murmurs. "Unlikely but not impossible.", he swiftly corrects himself towards Novel, to give Novel hope.
"Come on in closer, Commandante." Emmanuel extends to Cara as he too marches over toward Novel and Fayad, "It is time for learning, hm? In the fire, or.. whatever the saying is." He allows the French to flit over his head, though there is a mild upward twitch of his lips in appreciation, "You are not needing to be a magic person to help, hm? The weight of will, and collective unconscious is enough, but it is helping to have.." He gestures towards itty bitty Fayad.
Novel snaps his fingers a few times at Cara's explanation, looking perked up. "Oh yeah! Goddamn you know that place is AMAZING. It smells gorgeous and the whole place has this amazing style to it and the beer and food is great, I don't even feel like breaking things as much when I'm there. Nice job with the dude by the way seems like you had him by the leash," He rattles off with no particular sense or comprehension and then looks immediately crestfallen at Fayad's words and then perks up. "Wait is that what it is? I just hit things until they stop moving most of the time."
Fayad comments to the affirmative. "I don't usually go to bars, but I looked up the ... catalog, and I took Novel to Siren once. It ended up being alright, yeah," he murmurs.
And indeed Cara steps forwards, hands still in her pockets as she nods understanding to Emmanuel, trying her very best to look nonchalent and in doing so betraying her utter lack of understanding of the magic at play here if that was not apparent. "Right... So. Do I say some words or something?.. And don't have me spout nonsense because you can Emmanuel. I'm serious. I need to know how this shit works."
To Novel Cara notes. "He's a sweet lad. If he was on a leash, it was one of his own choosing. Others take more work to bring to heel."
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
Fayad gestures towards Cara with his free hand. "I need you to take up the three o clock position on this circle," he instructs. "We need to mentally dominate the spirit of power within the bracelet and twist the spell inwards so that it gets stuck in its own web, then it's safe enough to sell to the market." He suddenly covers his eyes with a hiss.
"It is about intent, oui? More than the actions themselves." Emmanuel tries to explain to Cara, though he isn't that magically inclined. There's some understanding, at least of how to deal with these cursed objects. Though Fayad could likely give a more detailed and accurate explanation. "Throwing salt works sometimes, hm? Because we are accepting it as cleansing in the.." He raises a hand to gesture about in the air, implying the collective unconscious. Then he's being blinded by the bloody bracelet and hisses out, "Ack!"
"Oui, what he is saying." Emmanuel mutters while rubbing at his eyes, and blinking rapidly. Tears well, and crawl their way down his cheeks. In a manly fashion, of course.
Novel cheerfully adds in to Fayad, "I shoved a tequila sunrise in his hand! Don't like you thought it tasted fucking great, you even ended up drinking mine too though I don't know if you remember that part," he says with upbeat cheer, stepping aside to let Cara up and instinctively forming a circle around the artifact. He doesn't react to the flash. He just stares at it directly, pupils narrowed. "Fuck you." He tells the artifact. "Awesome you nailed it. The people here are fucking fantastic. And why is everyone so goddamn hot? I mean, not actually complaining."
"Dominate.. I can do tha..." Cara begins dryly, then the artifact flashes and she raises a hand to shield her eyes, turning her gaze away a little and having to blink HARD to identify where the 3 o'clock position is thereafter to find it and stand there. She looks back to Novel. "I'm not sure we are talking about the same place actually. Are you sure you're not thinking of Harriet? I hear she's done battle with a riding cro..." She shakes her head, focussing back on the artifact and hefting a sigh. Waving a hand vaguely at it she coos out a dismissive. "Down boy... artifact... thing?"
Fayad distractedly murmurs, "Hot like the temperature? Because it's summer. If it's hot like normal it's because the Hand actively cultivates attractiveness in everyone so that they can better control people," he grunts. "Something about - ah, nevermind, it's not important. Concentrate on...This is going to sound weird, but instead of making it believe it's an ornament, we have to make it believe it's a detriment. Like it should be GLAD anyone puts it on. Shame the jewelery," he ridiculously commands.
After managing to blink the stars and stripes out of his vision Emmanuel lowers his hands and begins digging through his various pockets and pouches. There are a lot. An excessive amount one might say, if they weren't fond of such things. Eventually he produces a handful of pocket salt from one of the inner pockets of his jacket, draws it out and throws it right at the bracelet, "You are a terrible bracelet, hm?"
"Nah I met Harriet earlier, I offered her some crack but she said no. Fucking pussy-ass bitch. Yeah I can imagine her riding a crocodile into battle. They're both goddamn lizards-ass." Novel is completely dismissive of this waving it aside. "And we are, it was the Siren. I remember now, I saw you a few times when I was walking up the Lighthouse and moseying around on the beach. Just congratulating you anyway." And then he turns back to Fayad. He stares for a few moments. "Okay."
Novel takes in a deep breath.
Fayad says "...oh fuck what have I done"
A section of Fayad's clothing catches fire.
Fayad bats at his ridiculous pelts with his free hand, not daring to remove his twitching claw from pointing at the artifact. "Fuck," he mutters.
"Merde!" Emmanuel cries out in near sync with Fayad, and immediately goes about tossing his pocket salt, and sand both, toward the flaming man instead, trying to put him out. "Stop being on fire, Fayad! This is not the time, mon amie!"
Novel shouts at the top of his fucking lungs leaning over towards the bracelet. "FUCK YOU YOU PUSSY ASS FOOL'S GOLD PIECE OF CHEAP BULLSHIT THAT ISN'T FIT FOR AN OGRE'S FUCKING COCKRING THAT YOU COULD BUY AT A GODDAMN TOURIST STORE RIPPED FROM SOME TINY CHINESE GUY WHO IS ACTUALLY AMERICAN AND SPEAKS NO CHINESE AND PRETENDS HE HAS THE ACCENT BECAUSE HE KNOWS THE ONLY PEOPLE WHO WOULD BUY SUCH A STUPID PIECE OF CRAP ARE EQUALLY AS FUCKING STUPID AND THEN WHEN THE GOLD STARTS TO FLAKE OFF YOU GET DROPPED IN THE GUTTER AND A CAT TRIES TO BURY YOU BECAUSE EVEN THEY DON'T WANT IT AND THEN YOU FALL ALL THE WAY TO THE BOTTOM TO WASH OUT TO SEA WHICH PROMPTLY REJECTS YOU, TOO, BECAUSE THE OCEAN HATES YOU."
One of Cara's brows rises upon hearing the instruction Fayad gives, but she takes a deep breath and begins the instruction. "I wouldn't wear you if you were the last pebble in the jewellery cupboard. The gemstones you're cut from died to create a disappointment. Not even people with a disappointment kink want you. I'd step on you, but you'd dirty my boot. In fact, the laces on my boots are prettier than you."
Emmanuel is mildly distracted from trying to pelt Fayad with sand and salt by Cara's words, which produce an eyebrow raise from him. Novel's on the other hand, cause the man to grimace a little, "Be reminding me not to get on your bad side, hm?" With that said he slinks in closer to Fayad and starts to batter at him with open hands, stilling the remaining flames.
Fayad says "Thanks, thanks , that's - good, exactly what I need."
Fayad is only mildly scorched.
Novel bobs his head at Fayad's approval and gives Cara a thumbs up and a grin. "Nice."
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
Fayad tugs, and there's a ripping noise without any visible source as Fayad slowly draws back his hand from pointing at the bracelet. It trembles in midair and then begins to suck all of the heat from the environs. Thankfully, Fayad's all wrapped up in furs, almost like he was prepared or something.
Novel blinks at Emmanuel. "I mean I'd just stab you twenty-seven times," he immediately answers. "I might do that anyway if I'm on a bad trip if you hear me screaming and running around naked just leave me alone, I'll be fine."
Novel shudders, his form prickling all over with goosebumps and his form shuddering, flexing his hands. "God DAMNIT I need to get that coat already."
Cara looks up from the bracelet to the others, glancing between them and nodding before stating simply. "I'm a very comfortable switch... A sharp tongue can work well from either positio..." She begins, before realizing she is oversharing then promptly being distracted by the intense cold whilst wearing purely a tank top. She crosses her arms over her chest and tries to rub warmth into the bared arms. A pair of points in the front of her tanktop suggest perhaps she should have picked a padded bra today.
Phew. Mild crisis resolved. Fayad is no longer on fire, and nice and cool, and soon enough Emmanuel is shivering too. "..Brrr." He shivers, teeth chattering as he steps away from the smaller fellow and turns his attention back toward the bracelet, "You are.. terrible at being a bracelet, hm?" He rubs at his arms to produce a little more warmth, happy for his extra layers.
There's a quiet little sigh from Emmanuel before he slinks over closer to Cara, lifting his poncho to invite her into the warmth beneath it. He definitely isn't glancing at her tank top while doing this. That would be rude. Plus, his attention needs to remain upon the bracelet!
With a final burst of power the curse on a golden bracelet is broken.