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(Gabriella's decursing attempt)
[Fri Sep 13 2024]
In DaveDash Convenience: Checkout Line
The DaveDash Convenience store is a bright, clean, and welcoming space. The air is scented with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods. The shelves are stocked with snacks, drinks, cigarettes, magazines, and various small items like phone chargers and lighters. The walls are decorated with posters and advertisements for products, and a large illuminated sign displaying the shop's name hangs above the entrance. The cash register and lottery machine sit on the counter, manned by a friendly cashier who greets customers as they enter. The store's layout is simple, with a row of refrigerated drinks and snacks along one wall, a row of snacks and candy on the other, and the counter at the back. A small seating area with a couple of tables and chairs is available for customers who want to sit and enjoy their purchases. Overall, DaveDash Convenience is a convenient and cozy place to grab a quick snack or drink on the go.
It is afternoon, about 70F(21C) degrees,
Gabriella pays attention to what Illyana does and says, but still she can't help but see something shine, where the clerk was before. Walking over there, she leans and reaches for a necklace, almost burning herself as she touches it. "Ouch.." she mutters, and then tells Illyana "Gonthorian was the worse", she comments on what Illyana told her, before saying "Well, I've got something else here for you to show me your tricks, afterwards..."
Instead of commenting on what Illyana's claim, she chides her, "didn't you tell your clear to lock up before she left?" Clearly it didn't work, as Isaiah is here But then Gabriella smiles towards Isaiah, and tells him "Oh, you're on call, are you? Just how I like my bartenders."
Illyana pauses in the drawing of runes as she completely isn't causing a health hazard in the center of a public building. It must be paint, because no one would draw in blood. That would be crazy. Besides, where would someone get enough blood to do anything sus in Haven? Illyana asks Isaiah and Gabriella, "Do you know what you're doing there, or do you need a hand?"
"Takes a lot more than a locked door to keep me out," Isaiah tells Gabriella, smirking as he starts to sway his hips from side to side, finding a song in his mind that moves his body into dance. With the dance brings heat, and with the heat comes fire as Isaiah starts to burn, his body flickering with flame that doesn't seem to char his flesh in the least. It's one with him- an extension of himself; a manifestation of his power. "Shall we?" he inquires; it's clear he knows exactly what he's doing by the way he moves, By the magic he casts.
Gabriella laughs, like Illyana's question was a joke, and then more seriously tells her "we'll manage..." Then, to Isaiah, she adds, "we shall. And don't get me wrong, I don't mind you here - actually welcome the help... just, you know, I don't like when employees don't know how to do their jobs properly!" Her posture changes slightly as Isaiah starts combusting, but since he does not seem to mind she relaxes a bit, and then she looks around, before saying, a bit self-conscious, "right..." She moves her hand with the palm up, and lets the cursed necklace dangle on it.
"If we're dancing..." Illyana smirks over to Isaiah. Finishing with the runes, Illyana glows with an incandescent light and every single drawn rune bursts into flame before vanishing. "Nothing to see here." she announces, looking around to insure things went off without a hitch, only now checking if it's done right. Then, snapping her fingers, Illyana's hands glow with her own fire
(reposts because this dam client hates semis) "If we're dancing..." Illyana smirks over to Isaiah. Finishing with the runes, Illyana glows with an incandescent light and every single drawn rune bursts into flame before vanishing. "Nothing to see here." she announces, looking around to insure things went off without a hitch, only now checking if it's done right. Then, snapping her fingers, Illyana's hands glow with her own fire; The same twisting of angelfire for a fiery weapon, but her eyes also glow with hellfire. The illusion of normality is gone. "If you're leading this, I'll let you set the tone." she tells Isaiah with a look to Gabriella, waiting to see if she does anything flashy or ostentatious. "I trust each and every one of them." she assures Gabriella, "Mostly because they're as good as thralls."
The whole room shakes.
"but they don't lock the doors well!" Gabriella accuses all the same, looking between burning man and a woman's burning palm. Not doing anything flashy herself, she just extends the hand holding the necklace, and - predicting what she was about to do - the curse makes the room shake and tremble. She tries to stand steady, even if her hand moves and with it the necklace starts dangling in circles.
"Oh, it's the worst," Isaiah banters back to Gabriella as the sway of his hips becomes more of a swing, his arms moving with the twist of his body before drawing high over his head, his fingers dancing through his own curly red hair. If he's setting the tone, it's one of sensuality and self-adoration, whatever song that plays in his head causing the flames around him to pulse, driven by unheard bass. "Just... Flow," he says to Illyana with a slow, erotic opening of his baby blue eyes, lips parted sweetly as he breathes through them, using the shaking of the earth as an excuse to bend down, shimmy his skirt-clad rear from side to side, and then slowly pull himself up again. Each motion he makes causes his flame to build in size and heat, the raging fire starting to concentrate into a singular point above his ginger-curled head.
As the room shakes, Illyana uses that inherant supernatural grace to remain standing. Her fingers spread and she reaches towards the necklace. There's a hesitent but clear muttering chant as Illyana dredges up the right words. Something she's only passably adept in- How dare! Never the less, those flaming fingers begin to weave, as though conducting musitions, her hips swaying to the beat set by Isaiah. Someone's obviously having far too much fun with this. It likely shouldn't be treated like a game, but when in Rome, as they say, and there is plenty of fire here.
All metal objects in the room are suddenly tugged violently towards the artifact.
Fire is fire, but Gabriella uses... a phone, instead. Her free hand holds her phone, and with her thumb she swipes to fire up a frequency app, and then, tapping here and there, she starts making her phone's speakers emanate some weird frequencies in certain patterns. Those with acute hearing might find it slightly annoying, but it is not people she wishes to annoy, it is the curse, the app scanning to try to find a set of frequencies and patterns with which the cursed item resonates. "Dance for this tune, then..." she mutters, then eyes Isaiah, smiles and comments, "you remind me of a singer called Rezmorah, remember me to send you a video of them..." The frequencies match, and the cursed item turns into a magnet.
Illyana is pulled towards the artifact via a bracelet, though she is strong enough to resist. Staring at it like the enemy it is, the bohemian turns her palm upward, the fires dancing around her arm manifesting into one solid point which she uses to tenderly caress the cursed thing as she takes a deliberate step back. "Bitch please." Illyana tells the necklace, as though it were some trashy gal in her way. There's a suck of her teeth and she resumes that chanting.
An arc of lightning blasts out of the artifact to strike Illyana, sending her flying.
Isaiah's flame glows and grows as Illyana joins in on his dance, and the shimmying femboy starts to spin on his toes- it's not ballet, but it is joyous leap and twirl that brings him closer to Illyana and Gabriella, spinning around them with arms outstretched as he laughs playfully, the warmth in his emotions building until the ball of fire over his head starts to move as well. It shifts left, then right, as though seeking something before starting to slowly float closer and closer to Gabriella. To her cursed artifact. Warmth bellows from the fire, but the heat doesn't damage the women involved. No. It seems to be burning away at the curse itself in tandem with them, causing the bracelet to sizzle and spark- and then the electricity arcs from it and slams right into Illyana. Oops.
Illyana's flames lick the cursed necklace. Gabriella doesn't look too happy but tries to keep her hand still, hoping not to get burned herself. The bracelet is even less happy and discharges over Illyana. "Yana!" Gabriella calls out, as now the bracelet starts dancing and sparking as the curse starts getting consumed by Isaiah's fire ball above them. "Are you alright?" Gabriella wants to know of Illyana, deciding not to move to help her.
"God dam it..." Illyana roars, impacting the door and bouncing off. She doesn't look hurt, but pissed, stalking towards the artifact, fists now balled and burning with that tainted angelfire. Jaw clenched, she stands across from Isaiah, focusing to bring her innate fire to bare in a focused stream. That though is tiring; Illyana is not fully adept with a heataura yet, so though it flows and the fire in her eyes is exceptionally literal, the flame from her fists sputters periodically.
With a final burst of power the curse on a golden necklace is broken.
Illyanas Decursing Attempt 240914
(Gabriella's decursing attempt)
[Fri Sep 13 2024]
In DaveDash Convenience: Checkout Line
The DaveDash Convenience store is a bright, clean, and welcoming space. The air is scented with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods. The shelves are stocked with snacks, drinks, cigarettes, magazines, and various small items like phone chargers and lighters. The walls are decorated with posters and advertisements for products, and a large illuminated sign displaying the shop's name hangs above the entrance. The cash register and lottery machine sit on the counter, manned by a friendly cashier who greets customers as they enter. The store's layout is simple, with a row of refrigerated drinks and snacks along one wall, a row of snacks and candy on the other, and the counter at the back. A small seating area with a couple of tables and chairs is available for customers who want to sit and enjoy their purchases. Overall, DaveDash Convenience is a convenient and cozy place to grab a quick snack or drink on the go.
It is afternoon, about 70F(21C) degrees,
Gabriella pays attention to what Illyana does and says, but still she can't help but see something shine, where the clerk was before. Walking over there, she leans and reaches for a necklace, almost burning herself as she touches it. "Ouch.." she mutters, and then tells Illyana "Gonthorian was the worse", she comments on what Illyana told her, before saying "Well, I've got something else here for you to show me your tricks, afterwards..."
Instead of commenting on what Illyana's claim, she chides her, "didn't you tell your clear to lock up before she left?" Clearly it didn't work, as Isaiah is here But then Gabriella smiles towards Isaiah, and tells him "Oh, you're on call, are you? Just how I like my bartenders."
Illyana pauses in the drawing of runes as she completely isn't causing a health hazard in the center of a public building. It must be paint, because no one would draw in blood. That would be crazy. Besides, where would someone get enough blood to do anything sus in Haven? Illyana asks Isaiah and Gabriella, "Do you know what you're doing there, or do you need a hand?"
"Takes a lot more than a locked door to keep me out," Isaiah tells Gabriella, smirking as he starts to sway his hips from side to side, finding a song in his mind that moves his body into dance. With the dance brings heat, and with the heat comes fire as Isaiah starts to burn, his body flickering with flame that doesn't seem to char his flesh in the least. It's one with him- an extension of himself; a manifestation of his power. "Shall we?" he inquires; it's clear he knows exactly what he's doing by the way he moves, By the magic he casts.
Gabriella laughs, like Illyana's question was a joke, and then more seriously tells her "we'll manage..." Then, to Isaiah, she adds, "we shall. And don't get me wrong, I don't mind you here - actually welcome the help... just, you know, I don't like when employees don't know how to do their jobs properly!" Her posture changes slightly as Isaiah starts combusting, but since he does not seem to mind she relaxes a bit, and then she looks around, before saying, a bit self-conscious, "right..." She moves her hand with the palm up, and lets the cursed necklace dangle on it.
"If we're dancing..." Illyana smirks over to Isaiah. Finishing with the runes, Illyana glows with an incandescent light and every single drawn rune bursts into flame before vanishing. "Nothing to see here." she announces, looking around to insure things went off without a hitch, only now checking if it's done right. Then, snapping her fingers, Illyana's hands glow with her own fire
(reposts because this dam client hates semis) "If we're dancing..." Illyana smirks over to Isaiah. Finishing with the runes, Illyana glows with an incandescent light and every single drawn rune bursts into flame before vanishing. "Nothing to see here." she announces, looking around to insure things went off without a hitch, only now checking if it's done right. Then, snapping her fingers, Illyana's hands glow with her own fire; The same twisting of angelfire for a fiery weapon, but her eyes also glow with hellfire. The illusion of normality is gone. "If you're leading this, I'll let you set the tone." she tells Isaiah with a look to Gabriella, waiting to see if she does anything flashy or ostentatious. "I trust each and every one of them." she assures Gabriella, "Mostly because they're as good as thralls."
The whole room shakes.
"but they don't lock the doors well!" Gabriella accuses all the same, looking between burning man and a woman's burning palm. Not doing anything flashy herself, she just extends the hand holding the necklace, and - predicting what she was about to do - the curse makes the room shake and tremble. She tries to stand steady, even if her hand moves and with it the necklace starts dangling in circles.
"Oh, it's the worst," Isaiah banters back to Gabriella as the sway of his hips becomes more of a swing, his arms moving with the twist of his body before drawing high over his head, his fingers dancing through his own curly red hair. If he's setting the tone, it's one of sensuality and self-adoration, whatever song that plays in his head causing the flames around him to pulse, driven by unheard bass. "Just... Flow," he says to Illyana with a slow, erotic opening of his baby blue eyes, lips parted sweetly as he breathes through them, using the shaking of the earth as an excuse to bend down, shimmy his skirt-clad rear from side to side, and then slowly pull himself up again. Each motion he makes causes his flame to build in size and heat, the raging fire starting to concentrate into a singular point above his ginger-curled head.
As the room shakes, Illyana uses that inherant supernatural grace to remain standing. Her fingers spread and she reaches towards the necklace. There's a hesitent but clear muttering chant as Illyana dredges up the right words. Something she's only passably adept in- How dare! Never the less, those flaming fingers begin to weave, as though conducting musitions, her hips swaying to the beat set by Isaiah. Someone's obviously having far too much fun with this. It likely shouldn't be treated like a game, but when in Rome, as they say, and there is plenty of fire here.
All metal objects in the room are suddenly tugged violently towards the artifact.
Fire is fire, but Gabriella uses... a phone, instead. Her free hand holds her phone, and with her thumb she swipes to fire up a frequency app, and then, tapping here and there, she starts making her phone's speakers emanate some weird frequencies in certain patterns. Those with acute hearing might find it slightly annoying, but it is not people she wishes to annoy, it is the curse, the app scanning to try to find a set of frequencies and patterns with which the cursed item resonates. "Dance for this tune, then..." she mutters, then eyes Isaiah, smiles and comments, "you remind me of a singer called Rezmorah, remember me to send you a video of them..." The frequencies match, and the cursed item turns into a magnet.
Illyana is pulled towards the artifact via a bracelet, though she is strong enough to resist. Staring at it like the enemy it is, the bohemian turns her palm upward, the fires dancing around her arm manifesting into one solid point which she uses to tenderly caress the cursed thing as she takes a deliberate step back. "Bitch please." Illyana tells the necklace, as though it were some trashy gal in her way. There's a suck of her teeth and she resumes that chanting.
An arc of lightning blasts out of the artifact to strike Illyana, sending her flying.
Isaiah's flame glows and grows as Illyana joins in on his dance, and the shimmying femboy starts to spin on his toes- it's not ballet, but it is joyous leap and twirl that brings him closer to Illyana and Gabriella, spinning around them with arms outstretched as he laughs playfully, the warmth in his emotions building until the ball of fire over his head starts to move as well. It shifts left, then right, as though seeking something before starting to slowly float closer and closer to Gabriella. To her cursed artifact. Warmth bellows from the fire, but the heat doesn't damage the women involved. No. It seems to be burning away at the curse itself in tandem with them, causing the bracelet to sizzle and spark- and then the electricity arcs from it and slams right into Illyana. Oops.
Illyana's flames lick the cursed necklace. Gabriella doesn't look too happy but tries to keep her hand still, hoping not to get burned herself. The bracelet is even less happy and discharges over Illyana. "Yana!" Gabriella calls out, as now the bracelet starts dancing and sparking as the curse starts getting consumed by Isaiah's fire ball above them. "Are you alright?" Gabriella wants to know of Illyana, deciding not to move to help her.
"God dam it..." Illyana roars, impacting the door and bouncing off. She doesn't look hurt, but pissed, stalking towards the artifact, fists now balled and burning with that tainted angelfire. Jaw clenched, she stands across from Isaiah, focusing to bring her innate fire to bare in a focused stream. That though is tiring; Illyana is not fully adept with a heataura yet, so though it flows and the fire in her eyes is exceptionally literal, the flame from her fists sputters periodically.
With a final burst of power the curse on a golden necklace is broken.