Patrollogs
(Illyana's decursing attempt)
[Wed Dec 18 2024]
In the Jewelry Section of Vow & Vogue
Standing just inside the entrance, the jewelry counter curves gracefully into a half-circle, like a crescent moon welcoming all who enter. Its sleek glass display forms a seamless arc, the surface clear and pristine, capturing the ambient light and reflecting it in subtle rainbows. Beneath the curved glass, velvet compartments in rich shades of deep wine and sapphire cradle the jewelry, each piece resting like a treasured secret waiting to be unveiled.
The display is divided into sections by thin, polished dividers of brass, each compartment showcasing a curated selection of necklaces, rings, earrings, and bracelets. The light filtering through the boutique is augmented by soft, embedded LEDs beneath the counter, casting each gem and metal in a warm, flattering glow. Diamonds glitter like shards of sunlight, rubies burn with an inner fire, and sapphires glow like frozen twilight.
The base of the counter is a work of art in itself, constructed from smooth alabaster stone with veins of gold running through it like living threads. Along the edge of the half-circle, a subtle brass railing outlines the glass, offering a tactile contrast to the cool, transparent top.
[NW] Stairs
[N] Women's Uppers
[E] Order Pickup/Manager's Office
[S] Men's Uppers
[SW] Stairs (Out of Order)
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Illyana says "Anyone want to help me decurse a dagger?"
Illyana says "I'm in the public lounge of Vow."
Illyana sits on the couch, staring at a golden dagger she's sunk into the cake as Ritsuka enters. "Morning." she greets.
"I am. I'd be better, but I'm covering up a little with the cold and all." Illyana agrees, waving with a dismissive hand.
Illyana has most certainly been eating well.
Illyana grins. "It's in the cake because I needed something stable to jam it into."
"No idea. It's very subtle, what ever it is." Illyana notes. There's a snap of fingers and a runic circle begins to hover in the air over the dagger, glyphs painting themselves in as it slowly revolves in the air.
"Alright, let's take a look at how well we work with our own abilities to do it-" Though, Ritsuka glances around "But there is a lot of people here, we should be subtle." She joins, turns her back to most people, and subtly takes to draw her concealed weapon to cut over her palm to allow for blood to flow. It turns into golden foxfire that gently, and as subtly as it may, glides down to join Illyana's glyphs.
For several seconds the room grows painfully hot.
"Usually, I'd just melt it and be done," Conversationally, Illyana continues. "I cant do containment though, and I'm not anywhere away from flammable items, so I cant take that risk without prep work." Nodding to Ritsuka, Illyana adds, "And the people, hence around the table." So saying, and with a focus of runes that in all likelyhood do... not much at all, Illyana cups a palm over her other hand, a small flickering flame building-- It's golden now, but it is oh-so-slowly changing color, turning an incipid red. Then, as these things do, the room grows painfully hot. However, Illyana is nothing if not liberal with sharing, so the heat build up around her is shunted away as her aura of heat brushes the worst away from Illyana.
Ritsuka makes a small nod to Illyana and then walks to the complete opposite end of the room. Her eyes still look focused but this room is populated, and then, loudly, she starts to complain, waving at herself and laying more heavily into her Japanese accent while being loud "Hee, what is wrong with the air conditioner! They should go and fix this soon as they can." This should have the effect that people should glance her way and not to Illyana.
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
Nodding to Ritsuka's distraction, Illyana continues to focus her energies into the flame between her palms. The energy is localized, but the air still shimmers. Illyana's eyes return to the glowing circle as a focus, her biokinetic abilities preventing the build up of sweat. That flash of light though causes Illyana to see stars. This one's easily explained away though as she shouts. "Who ever has their phone cam flash on, quit it."
Isolde dips her head as she enters.
As Isolde enters, she will see a golden dagger sticking out of a cake. Illyana's hands are clasped, a heat shimmer between them as she generates fire, a rune circle constructed from light hovering around the dagger properly. Ritsuka is causing a distraction, complaining about the air conditioning and a number of people are blinking from a sudden flash of light.
Ritsuka rolls her eyes at something and keeps to the drama-making, though it does turn a note more cute in the way she animates her arms for it. "Hey-hey hey! How rude! Don't make photos! No!" She hides her face behind her hands and looks really really shy and squirms into another corner. Isolde entering is entirely missed as she retains in the middle of... helping by distracting here. "No-no no! No more photos!"
Isolde looks left, right, doing the Travolta until she seems to belong in the room. Then, she fiddles with her belongings and brings out a multitool - small, dull knife first, "You are already doing ritual, Eonni?"
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
Isolde says, nodding to shimomi, "Jjok- Mehm... Shimomi."
"Ahhh!" Ritsuka makes and shuffles to the other side of the room again. "You creep! I am going to call the police on you if you keep making photos here!" Oh yes, drawing more and more attention, though being very pretty is probably helping the whole thing, in her situation at least. And though Isolde says something, she seems to still keep away and might not notice Isolde at all right this moment.
Isolde starts early, creating a larger incision along her forearm than can be anticipated. A long line of red, a whimper, and a multitool thrown down the stairs later and she paces up to the cake, frowning. "No - like, I am just seeing rune. Novel yells at the curse. I guess everyone is doing things for this."
Isolde maneuvers around, shifting sideways, "This is like.. Very public place for ritual."
All metal objects in the room are suddenly tugged violently towards the artifact.
Illyana pulls out a compass from /somewhere/. Likely Euphie's equipment. It's jammed into Isolde's arm wound casually. "Just use that and draw with it or what ever on the table around the cake." she hisses in low tones.
Isolde watches a cake be attacked by shrapnel from all sides by the occasional office cabinet and a few angry sewing needles.
Ritsuka glances a little as she feels her concealed weapon is tugged, that is perhaps the worst of it in this kind of situation, she eyes peopple, because they must have felt it, too- And so, she makes a loud "OI! STOP USING THAT ANTI MAGNET OVER THERE! MY PHONE IS GOING TO BREAK!" She yells at a poor, random fellow in one corner. It is followed by more words, but they are buried under her accent.
would be tugged violently toward the dagger, though she's inhumanly strong. She's fast, too, ans so she grabs her bracelet, sunglasses and leaves her choker, remaining where she is with a grunt-- Fortunately the compass was in Isolde's arm or things might have gotten /messy. No matter. The fire between Illyana's fingers is nothing more than raw insidious heat now, an inferno in miniature.
Isolde winces, the compass joining her elbow in 'things to be cupped in pain.' She wraps a towel like a poncho around her shoulders, covering the sight of blood along her arm from all but those trying to find it.
Illyanas Decursing Attempt 241219
(Illyana's decursing attempt)
[Wed Dec 18 2024]
In the Jewelry Section of Vow & Vogue
Standing just inside the entrance, the jewelry counter curves gracefully into a half-circle, like a crescent moon welcoming all who enter. Its sleek glass display forms a seamless arc, the surface clear and pristine, capturing the ambient light and reflecting it in subtle rainbows. Beneath the curved glass, velvet compartments in rich shades of deep wine and sapphire cradle the jewelry, each piece resting like a treasured secret waiting to be unveiled.
The display is divided into sections by thin, polished dividers of brass, each compartment showcasing a curated selection of necklaces, rings, earrings, and bracelets. The light filtering through the boutique is augmented by soft, embedded LEDs beneath the counter, casting each gem and metal in a warm, flattering glow. Diamonds glitter like shards of sunlight, rubies burn with an inner fire, and sapphires glow like frozen twilight.
The base of the counter is a work of art in itself, constructed from smooth alabaster stone with veins of gold running through it like living threads. Along the edge of the half-circle, a subtle brass railing outlines the glass, offering a tactile contrast to the cool, transparent top.
[NW] Stairs
[N] Women's Uppers
[E] Order Pickup/Manager's Office
[S] Men's Uppers
[SW] Stairs (Out of Order)
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Illyana says "Anyone want to help me decurse a dagger?"
Illyana says "I'm in the public lounge of Vow."
Illyana sits on the couch, staring at a golden dagger she's sunk into the cake as Ritsuka enters. "Morning." she greets.
"I am. I'd be better, but I'm covering up a little with the cold and all." Illyana agrees, waving with a dismissive hand.
Illyana has most certainly been eating well.
Illyana grins. "It's in the cake because I needed something stable to jam it into."
"No idea. It's very subtle, what ever it is." Illyana notes. There's a snap of fingers and a runic circle begins to hover in the air over the dagger, glyphs painting themselves in as it slowly revolves in the air.
"Alright, let's take a look at how well we work with our own abilities to do it-" Though, Ritsuka glances around "But there is a lot of people here, we should be subtle." She joins, turns her back to most people, and subtly takes to draw her concealed weapon to cut over her palm to allow for blood to flow. It turns into golden foxfire that gently, and as subtly as it may, glides down to join Illyana's glyphs.
For several seconds the room grows painfully hot.
"Usually, I'd just melt it and be done," Conversationally, Illyana continues. "I cant do containment though, and I'm not anywhere away from flammable items, so I cant take that risk without prep work." Nodding to Ritsuka, Illyana adds, "And the people, hence around the table." So saying, and with a focus of runes that in all likelyhood do... not much at all, Illyana cups a palm over her other hand, a small flickering flame building-- It's golden now, but it is oh-so-slowly changing color, turning an incipid red. Then, as these things do, the room grows painfully hot. However, Illyana is nothing if not liberal with sharing, so the heat build up around her is shunted away as her aura of heat brushes the worst away from Illyana.
Ritsuka makes a small nod to Illyana and then walks to the complete opposite end of the room. Her eyes still look focused but this room is populated, and then, loudly, she starts to complain, waving at herself and laying more heavily into her Japanese accent while being loud "Hee, what is wrong with the air conditioner! They should go and fix this soon as they can." This should have the effect that people should glance her way and not to Illyana.
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
Nodding to Ritsuka's distraction, Illyana continues to focus her energies into the flame between her palms. The energy is localized, but the air still shimmers. Illyana's eyes return to the glowing circle as a focus, her biokinetic abilities preventing the build up of sweat. That flash of light though causes Illyana to see stars. This one's easily explained away though as she shouts. "Who ever has their phone cam flash on, quit it."
Isolde dips her head as she enters.
As Isolde enters, she will see a golden dagger sticking out of a cake. Illyana's hands are clasped, a heat shimmer between them as she generates fire, a rune circle constructed from light hovering around the dagger properly. Ritsuka is causing a distraction, complaining about the air conditioning and a number of people are blinking from a sudden flash of light.
Ritsuka rolls her eyes at something and keeps to the drama-making, though it does turn a note more cute in the way she animates her arms for it. "Hey-hey hey! How rude! Don't make photos! No!" She hides her face behind her hands and looks really really shy and squirms into another corner. Isolde entering is entirely missed as she retains in the middle of... helping by distracting here. "No-no no! No more photos!"
Isolde looks left, right, doing the Travolta until she seems to belong in the room. Then, she fiddles with her belongings and brings out a multitool - small, dull knife first, "You are already doing ritual, Eonni?"
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
Isolde says, nodding to shimomi, "Jjok- Mehm... Shimomi."
"Ahhh!" Ritsuka makes and shuffles to the other side of the room again. "You creep! I am going to call the police on you if you keep making photos here!" Oh yes, drawing more and more attention, though being very pretty is probably helping the whole thing, in her situation at least. And though Isolde says something, she seems to still keep away and might not notice Isolde at all right this moment.
Isolde starts early, creating a larger incision along her forearm than can be anticipated. A long line of red, a whimper, and a multitool thrown down the stairs later and she paces up to the cake, frowning. "No - like, I am just seeing rune. Novel yells at the curse. I guess everyone is doing things for this."
Isolde maneuvers around, shifting sideways, "This is like.. Very public place for ritual."
All metal objects in the room are suddenly tugged violently towards the artifact.
Illyana pulls out a compass from /somewhere/. Likely Euphie's equipment. It's jammed into Isolde's arm wound casually. "Just use that and draw with it or what ever on the table around the cake." she hisses in low tones.
Isolde watches a cake be attacked by shrapnel from all sides by the occasional office cabinet and a few angry sewing needles.
Ritsuka glances a little as she feels her concealed weapon is tugged, that is perhaps the worst of it in this kind of situation, she eyes peopple, because they must have felt it, too- And so, she makes a loud "OI! STOP USING THAT ANTI MAGNET OVER THERE! MY PHONE IS GOING TO BREAK!" She yells at a poor, random fellow in one corner. It is followed by more words, but they are buried under her accent.
would be tugged violently toward the dagger, though she's inhumanly strong. She's fast, too, ans so she grabs her bracelet, sunglasses and leaves her choker, remaining where she is with a grunt-- Fortunately the compass was in Isolde's arm or things might have gotten /messy. No matter. The fire between Illyana's fingers is nothing more than raw insidious heat now, an inferno in miniature.
Isolde winces, the compass joining her elbow in 'things to be cupped in pain.' She wraps a towel like a poncho around her shoulders, covering the sight of blood along her arm from all but those trying to find it.