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(Fayad's decursing attempt)
[Tue Oct 15 2024]
In the busy foyer of Great News Community Center
The community center's foyer has a gritty, lived-in feel. Harried volunteers weave through a mix of individuals, some bearing the weight of hard-lived stories on their way to addiction counseling. The aroma from the soup kitchen mingles with a sense of desperation and hope, while a small chapel to the north offers a quiet corner of solace, its doors open to all. Nearby, the religious bookstore stands as a beacon of faith amidst the tangible air of struggle.
Mounted prominently on the wall opposite the entrance is a large cross, along with a slogan: Jesus didn't just give good news, he gave GREAT NEWS!
Aside from it, on the wall next to the entrance to the chapel, a large painting of Saint George engaged in a heavenly battle with a ferocious, massive red dragon dominates the wall, a poignant symbol of the ever-present battle against addiction.
Signs give directions to parts of the community center:
(North) Chapel
(East) Soup Kitchen & Multi-Purpose Room
(South) Bookstore & Gifts
The southeastern wall bears a decorative mural of Jacob observing the ladder to Heaven.
It is about 60F(15C) degrees.
Fayad checks his phone. "...Oh, alright..yeah, I can take the life force I'd need to ward it out of her ihde easily enough."
Fayad quietly nods. "I'll try to think of a fair price," he shrugs.
Fayad says "I mean, what could she possibly have? I don't get the impression she owns much of anything."
Fayad places the silver bracelet onto the altar and begins to draw a small circle around the cursed object, aiming to draw out the item's inherent magic and cleanse it so that it can be safely sold to the arcanists of the Goblin Market. He glances at Novel. "Not sure the same thing will work this time, this one's a lot more... ornate. Higher quality."
"I mean it's another stupid fucking cursed item," Novel points out to Fayad, sort of waving that off dismissively as he circles the item, setting up to the other side. "It doesn't have any fucking brains. Dealing with them so far hasn't been THAT goddamn hard and it's mostly just a lot of nonsense and asspain as opposed to real fucking danger."
Fayad sighs. "Yeah, you're right," he murmurs. "It really just is a pain in the ass most of the time."
A section of Fayad's clothing catches fire.
Fayad rolls his eyes as his flame-retardant clothing, inexplicably, bursts into flame briefly. Being a pyromancer of such strength as he is, he simply collects the fire onto the palm of his gauntlet and then rolls his wrist, closing the glove and snuffing it out.
"Yeah, see? You've got this shit handled. I can shake some goddamn pom-poms for you and dance the fuck around but I doubt it'll fucking do anything." Novel opts to wander around the room as he converses with Fayad, leaving the shitty bracelet there as he starts to just clean up and organize the chapel. "Do you ever use the chapel for meetings anyway? Or... are you an ordained priest, Fayad?"
Fayad snorts, laughing. "Maybe it'd count as a priest when I was a Scion. Definitely not, though. I use it for meetings occasionally, like when that woman came in yesterday and you talked to her. I forget her name."
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
"Uh..." Novel offers a long, blank look to Fayad as he tries to piece together his brain. "Oh." He says, after a moment. "Fucking... Elora? I nicknamed her Fullet because she refused to share her name and I thought that was a good nickname-fuck!" He tightens his jacket around himself, closing it shut as he shivers. "I mean, you could BECOME an ordained priest, right? You're... what are you anyway? Muslim?"
Novel says "What's you two talk about?"
Fayad shrugs. "She came in sayign she was gonna lose her house the other day," he murmurs, shivering. "So I gave her ten dollars, and she came back now like a month later with thirty dollars for me. That's all we talked about."
Growing air pressure makes your ear's pop uncomfortably and deadens all sound.
"Sucks to be her, move in and get a roommate-goddamnot this shit," Novel flails some, scratching at his ears and working it over, "Neat, now you're a fucking loan shark. Nice to hear your fucking money business is back. Anyway. I need a roommate, but I dunno if Lepia wants to actually move in with me even though she's been sleeping on my fucking couch."
Fayad shrugs. "It's hard to really determine what she wants, if anything, because she's not...like...all there? Or at least not there in the same way we are. I'm not a loan shark, I didn't give her that stuff with the expectation of being repaid... Honestly, I'm kind of considering just tearing down that fucking tower. Going somewhere else, maybe."
"Why'd you build that crazy ass thing in the first place?" Novel regards Fayad with frank curiosity, leaning against the pedestal as he watches him. "And the trailers are cheap. Or, hell, move in with me. I'll get a fold-out. Been meaning to replace the goddamn couch anyway, and I could do with someone splitting the goddamn bill with me."
The whole room shakes.
Novel thankfully is already clinging to the podium, scrambling briefly but then staying upright. A brisk annoyance at his face as his glance quickly flicks to the windows - and then, relaxing, as the stained glass remains where it is, uncracked and unbroken.
Fayad goes to respond and then falls onto his arse with a bit of a huff. He sighs and then speaks from the ground - "Because it's on a geothermal leyline and I was going to use it to make my pyromancy stronger. If you haven't noticed, it's always pretty hot there - which is supposed to make it easier to defend, but I wasn't counting on always having to defend against, you konw, fucking MONSTERS."
"Well." Novel considers Fayad. Then he shrugs, plainly saying, "Welcome to Haven, here's your mandatory buttplug, now bend over and take it so you can get packed full of shit," as he graphically describes a completely awful metaphor. "Easier to be a fucking rat than live somewhere that makes you a huge goddamn target."
With a final burst of power the curse on a silver bracelet is broken.
Fayads Decursing Attempt 241016
(Fayad's decursing attempt)
[Tue Oct 15 2024]
In the busy foyer of Great News Community Center
The community center's foyer has a gritty, lived-in feel. Harried volunteers weave through a mix of individuals, some bearing the weight of hard-lived stories on their way to addiction counseling. The aroma from the soup kitchen mingles with a sense of desperation and hope, while a small chapel to the north offers a quiet corner of solace, its doors open to all. Nearby, the religious bookstore stands as a beacon of faith amidst the tangible air of struggle.
Mounted prominently on the wall opposite the entrance is a large cross, along with a slogan: Jesus didn't just give good news, he gave GREAT NEWS!
Aside from it, on the wall next to the entrance to the chapel, a large painting of Saint George engaged in a heavenly battle with a ferocious, massive red dragon dominates the wall, a poignant symbol of the ever-present battle against addiction.
Signs give directions to parts of the community center:
(North) Chapel
(East) Soup Kitchen & Multi-Purpose Room
(South) Bookstore & Gifts
The southeastern wall bears a decorative mural of Jacob observing the ladder to Heaven.
It is about 60F(15C) degrees.
Fayad checks his phone. "...Oh, alright..yeah, I can take the life force I'd need to ward it out of her ihde easily enough."
Fayad quietly nods. "I'll try to think of a fair price," he shrugs.
Fayad says "I mean, what could she possibly have? I don't get the impression she owns much of anything."
Fayad places the silver bracelet onto the altar and begins to draw a small circle around the cursed object, aiming to draw out the item's inherent magic and cleanse it so that it can be safely sold to the arcanists of the Goblin Market. He glances at Novel. "Not sure the same thing will work this time, this one's a lot more... ornate. Higher quality."
"I mean it's another stupid fucking cursed item," Novel points out to Fayad, sort of waving that off dismissively as he circles the item, setting up to the other side. "It doesn't have any fucking brains. Dealing with them so far hasn't been THAT goddamn hard and it's mostly just a lot of nonsense and asspain as opposed to real fucking danger."
Fayad sighs. "Yeah, you're right," he murmurs. "It really just is a pain in the ass most of the time."
A section of Fayad's clothing catches fire.
Fayad rolls his eyes as his flame-retardant clothing, inexplicably, bursts into flame briefly. Being a pyromancer of such strength as he is, he simply collects the fire onto the palm of his gauntlet and then rolls his wrist, closing the glove and snuffing it out.
"Yeah, see? You've got this shit handled. I can shake some goddamn pom-poms for you and dance the fuck around but I doubt it'll fucking do anything." Novel opts to wander around the room as he converses with Fayad, leaving the shitty bracelet there as he starts to just clean up and organize the chapel. "Do you ever use the chapel for meetings anyway? Or... are you an ordained priest, Fayad?"
Fayad snorts, laughing. "Maybe it'd count as a priest when I was a Scion. Definitely not, though. I use it for meetings occasionally, like when that woman came in yesterday and you talked to her. I forget her name."
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
"Uh..." Novel offers a long, blank look to Fayad as he tries to piece together his brain. "Oh." He says, after a moment. "Fucking... Elora? I nicknamed her Fullet because she refused to share her name and I thought that was a good nickname-fuck!" He tightens his jacket around himself, closing it shut as he shivers. "I mean, you could BECOME an ordained priest, right? You're... what are you anyway? Muslim?"
Novel says "What's you two talk about?"
Fayad shrugs. "She came in sayign she was gonna lose her house the other day," he murmurs, shivering. "So I gave her ten dollars, and she came back now like a month later with thirty dollars for me. That's all we talked about."
Growing air pressure makes your ear's pop uncomfortably and deadens all sound.
"Sucks to be her, move in and get a roommate-goddamnot this shit," Novel flails some, scratching at his ears and working it over, "Neat, now you're a fucking loan shark. Nice to hear your fucking money business is back. Anyway. I need a roommate, but I dunno if Lepia wants to actually move in with me even though she's been sleeping on my fucking couch."
Fayad shrugs. "It's hard to really determine what she wants, if anything, because she's not...like...all there? Or at least not there in the same way we are. I'm not a loan shark, I didn't give her that stuff with the expectation of being repaid... Honestly, I'm kind of considering just tearing down that fucking tower. Going somewhere else, maybe."
"Why'd you build that crazy ass thing in the first place?" Novel regards Fayad with frank curiosity, leaning against the pedestal as he watches him. "And the trailers are cheap. Or, hell, move in with me. I'll get a fold-out. Been meaning to replace the goddamn couch anyway, and I could do with someone splitting the goddamn bill with me."
The whole room shakes.
Novel thankfully is already clinging to the podium, scrambling briefly but then staying upright. A brisk annoyance at his face as his glance quickly flicks to the windows - and then, relaxing, as the stained glass remains where it is, uncracked and unbroken.
Fayad goes to respond and then falls onto his arse with a bit of a huff. He sighs and then speaks from the ground - "Because it's on a geothermal leyline and I was going to use it to make my pyromancy stronger. If you haven't noticed, it's always pretty hot there - which is supposed to make it easier to defend, but I wasn't counting on always having to defend against, you konw, fucking MONSTERS."
"Well." Novel considers Fayad. Then he shrugs, plainly saying, "Welcome to Haven, here's your mandatory buttplug, now bend over and take it so you can get packed full of shit," as he graphically describes a completely awful metaphor. "Easier to be a fucking rat than live somewhere that makes you a huge goddamn target."
With a final burst of power the curse on a silver bracelet is broken.