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(Novel's decursing attempt)
[Sun Jan 5 2025]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is after dusk, about 30F(-1C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. There is a waxing crescent moon.
"Wait, this isn't my dagger." Novel says after a moment as he holds two knives aloft. One of them is made of wood. He tries to drop it. It acts super-glued to his hand. He gives Sae-byeok a flat look, clearly nonplussed. "What? We can do that later."
Novel tries to shake out his hand a few times. No go. The wooden stick isn't moving.
Novel says "She's horny."
Novel says "Also, tired. And sleep always wins out over sex."
Novel mutters a little at Sam, but doesn't disagree, thudding his way over to the already-made triangle and standing in the middle of it. "Like this?" He asks when he arrives, fiddling with the wooden dagger.
Sae-byeok frowns, "When was first? Arcane machine?"
Novel stands around in the middle of a bloody triangle that has been drawn for earlier ghost-hunting, the man having picked up the wrong dagger when he went to fetch back his own. Though he seems to be amusing himself by making the blade dance around his fingers. "Oh yeah, did you ever pull off that ritual? I sort of got distracted by random bullshit that kept happening."
"I don't have the patience to explain when we invoked the thing we invoked a minute ago." Sam remarks to Sae-byeok, and turns to Novel. "Present your offering, that dagger, and declare your intent." Sam's tone is curt, commanding even.
"Be there, or be late." Sam replies, the jock holding that strange, oily-bladed dagger aloft before slashing his own palm, walking slowly around Novel to renew the still fresh blood around the man, moving in a sharp, triangular shape.
Sae-byeok retains her distance away, watching the two men in front of the backdrop of a hillside cemetery buried in snow. After a minute of watching, scowling, she relents in her thoughts and walks up.
The whole room shakes.
Sae-byeok falls.
, hitting the ground, strikes the knife in her pants at lucky angle. Rolling nack onto her hands and knees, Sae-byeok abruptly stumbles off to drop the bowie knife behind a tree.
[fixxing] Sae-byeok, hitting the ground, strikes the knife in her pants at a lucky angle, rolls back onto her hands and knees and stumbles off to drop the bowie knife behind a tree.
Novel wobbles, a foot sliding out to kick Sam in the hand by accident, making the triangle more lopsided by accident. "Ah, shit, whoops." Though he remains on his feet without falling over, rolling his shoulder. "Right uh. This thing is glued to me. I don't want it glued to me. You can have the fucking money from it if you want."
Pausing, Sam shakes on his feet, before regaining his balance. He looks down, then adjusts course, and nods to Novel. "Money, then. For his Temple." Sam nods his head, in approval. After finishing that triangle, Sam holds out a hand to Novel, offering to shake the non dagger holding hand. "Acceptable. Deal."
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
Sae-byeok watches the hands disconnect in a faintly furrowed deadpan. "You need me do anything? This kinda.. Safe place I guess."
Novel clasps his hands alongside Sam, one of them holding the dagger and then flashbanging the man at the same time. He doesn't care - he's wearing sunglasses. Guess there IS a benefit to that as he grins. "Works for fucking me."
Sae-byeok is still staring at the image of them shaking hands, utterly flashed.
Novel adds to Sae-byeok, "I dunno, whatever? You could scream at the dagger. That was going to be my 'plan B'."
Sae-byeok looks vaguely towards the sound of Novel's voice, blinking rapidly. "Not screaming because it is impolite. I still need to make Dream-thing for Anarchy-whatever."
"Very good." Sam nods to Sae-byeok. "Add blood to the triangle, choose a point to stand on, and channel your hatred."
The jock goes to one of the points, stretching his hands out. "By new promises, and ancient broken Oaths..." He incants, speaking slowly. "By hate and shadow, by anger and betrayal..." His voice lowers into a hiss, and he glares at that dagger, before letting out a scowl, briefly recoiling at that flash interupts him.
Sae-byeok's two thoughts don't connect, but neither do her retinas to proper sight.
An arc of lightning blasts out of the artifact to strike Sae-byeok, sending her flying.
Sae-byeok takes a point at the triangle. She holds the handy survival tool close to the blade, such that there's less chance for it to fly haphazardly if gravity and metals-
Ninety-two pounds of Sae-byeok flies off with a sharp yelp and a tumbling thud through the snow. Sitting completely still for a concerning ten seconds, she stirs, planting her palms down into the snow and pressing herself up.
Novel releases his grip with Sam stepping away to take point in the middle of the triangle. "You know, the saying 'it doesn't rain, it pours' seems more fucking reasonable then ever - whoa, shit!" He jerks his hand backwards as a bolt jumps from it to slam right into Sae-byeok. "You okay?" He turns, suddenly, ignoring the ritual and moving to step right out of the triangle to beeline over towards Sae-byeok.
Loosing a slight sigh, Sam just remains where he is, looking over to Sae-byeok and Novel, a shrug of his shoulders as he waits. Maybe he isn't in a hurry. "Oop." He rolls his shoulders back, lowering his hands to the triangle as he mutters.
"Mnnnf-" she blinks, still half-blind and dazzled as she takes in Novel above her. "What? Ehh.. I'm.." Sae-byeok looks down at herself, pawing at a black sleeve. "Amokay."
Sae-byeok holds a hand up to Novel for lifting assistance.
Novel reaches down with his non dagger-holding hand towards Sae-byeok, reaching and grasping to heft her up. "Alright, back to the fucking circle so we can get this fucking done with," As he half-drags, half-walks the other woman back to the triangle so he can settle down standing in it properly.
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
Sae-byeok is easy to half-drag through the stow. She stumbles a few steps, trying to match Novel's taller strides above snow drift, then decides to simply fall into his footsteps behind.
Returning, survival tool a victim to being lost to the white landscape, she holds out her palm. "Just cut me."
"All right, Novel, start shouting!" The shadow Sam's triangular form deepens, once again creating the ullusion of a deep pit in that form. Sam hisses, the blade in one of his hands, the form, and the jock himself making the sound at the same time.
Sae-byeok plugs and ear with her finger, missing her earplugs.
Novel prods Sae-byeok ineffectually with a dull wooden dagger. No blood is forthcoming, and then Sam gets his attention and he takes in a long, deep breath. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING YOU SHITTY LITTLE DOLLAR STORE FLASHLIGHT - NO, PEOPLE CAN AT LEAST USE THAT FOR DILDOS YOU'RE THE LAST HALF-EMPTY SNAPPER IN A POPPER BOX THAT A CHILD WAS HOPING TO HAVE A NICE COOL FLASH OF LIGHT BUT INSTEAD IS CRUSHED AGAINST THE GROUND IN DISAPPOINTMENT BEFORE FINALLY BEING ACCIDENTALLY EATEN BY A PARTICULARLY STUPID CHIHUAHUA."
With a final burst of power the curse on a wooden dagger is broken.
Illyanas Decursing Attempt 250106
(Novel's decursing attempt)
[Sun Jan 5 2025]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is after dusk, about 30F(-1C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. There is a waxing crescent moon.
"Wait, this isn't my dagger." Novel says after a moment as he holds two knives aloft. One of them is made of wood. He tries to drop it. It acts super-glued to his hand. He gives Sae-byeok a flat look, clearly nonplussed. "What? We can do that later."
Novel tries to shake out his hand a few times. No go. The wooden stick isn't moving.
Novel says "She's horny."
Novel says "Also, tired. And sleep always wins out over sex."
Novel mutters a little at Sam, but doesn't disagree, thudding his way over to the already-made triangle and standing in the middle of it. "Like this?" He asks when he arrives, fiddling with the wooden dagger.
Sae-byeok frowns, "When was first? Arcane machine?"
Novel stands around in the middle of a bloody triangle that has been drawn for earlier ghost-hunting, the man having picked up the wrong dagger when he went to fetch back his own. Though he seems to be amusing himself by making the blade dance around his fingers. "Oh yeah, did you ever pull off that ritual? I sort of got distracted by random bullshit that kept happening."
"I don't have the patience to explain when we invoked the thing we invoked a minute ago." Sam remarks to Sae-byeok, and turns to Novel. "Present your offering, that dagger, and declare your intent." Sam's tone is curt, commanding even.
"Be there, or be late." Sam replies, the jock holding that strange, oily-bladed dagger aloft before slashing his own palm, walking slowly around Novel to renew the still fresh blood around the man, moving in a sharp, triangular shape.
Sae-byeok retains her distance away, watching the two men in front of the backdrop of a hillside cemetery buried in snow. After a minute of watching, scowling, she relents in her thoughts and walks up.
The whole room shakes.
Sae-byeok falls.
, hitting the ground, strikes the knife in her pants at lucky angle. Rolling nack onto her hands and knees, Sae-byeok abruptly stumbles off to drop the bowie knife behind a tree.
[fixxing] Sae-byeok, hitting the ground, strikes the knife in her pants at a lucky angle, rolls back onto her hands and knees and stumbles off to drop the bowie knife behind a tree.
Novel wobbles, a foot sliding out to kick Sam in the hand by accident, making the triangle more lopsided by accident. "Ah, shit, whoops." Though he remains on his feet without falling over, rolling his shoulder. "Right uh. This thing is glued to me. I don't want it glued to me. You can have the fucking money from it if you want."
Pausing, Sam shakes on his feet, before regaining his balance. He looks down, then adjusts course, and nods to Novel. "Money, then. For his Temple." Sam nods his head, in approval. After finishing that triangle, Sam holds out a hand to Novel, offering to shake the non dagger holding hand. "Acceptable. Deal."
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
Sae-byeok watches the hands disconnect in a faintly furrowed deadpan. "You need me do anything? This kinda.. Safe place I guess."
Novel clasps his hands alongside Sam, one of them holding the dagger and then flashbanging the man at the same time. He doesn't care - he's wearing sunglasses. Guess there IS a benefit to that as he grins. "Works for fucking me."
Sae-byeok is still staring at the image of them shaking hands, utterly flashed.
Novel adds to Sae-byeok, "I dunno, whatever? You could scream at the dagger. That was going to be my 'plan B'."
Sae-byeok looks vaguely towards the sound of Novel's voice, blinking rapidly. "Not screaming because it is impolite. I still need to make Dream-thing for Anarchy-whatever."
"Very good." Sam nods to Sae-byeok. "Add blood to the triangle, choose a point to stand on, and channel your hatred."
The jock goes to one of the points, stretching his hands out. "By new promises, and ancient broken Oaths..." He incants, speaking slowly. "By hate and shadow, by anger and betrayal..." His voice lowers into a hiss, and he glares at that dagger, before letting out a scowl, briefly recoiling at that flash interupts him.
Sae-byeok's two thoughts don't connect, but neither do her retinas to proper sight.
An arc of lightning blasts out of the artifact to strike Sae-byeok, sending her flying.
Sae-byeok takes a point at the triangle. She holds the handy survival tool close to the blade, such that there's less chance for it to fly haphazardly if gravity and metals-
Ninety-two pounds of Sae-byeok flies off with a sharp yelp and a tumbling thud through the snow. Sitting completely still for a concerning ten seconds, she stirs, planting her palms down into the snow and pressing herself up.
Novel releases his grip with Sam stepping away to take point in the middle of the triangle. "You know, the saying 'it doesn't rain, it pours' seems more fucking reasonable then ever - whoa, shit!" He jerks his hand backwards as a bolt jumps from it to slam right into Sae-byeok. "You okay?" He turns, suddenly, ignoring the ritual and moving to step right out of the triangle to beeline over towards Sae-byeok.
Loosing a slight sigh, Sam just remains where he is, looking over to Sae-byeok and Novel, a shrug of his shoulders as he waits. Maybe he isn't in a hurry. "Oop." He rolls his shoulders back, lowering his hands to the triangle as he mutters.
"Mnnnf-" she blinks, still half-blind and dazzled as she takes in Novel above her. "What? Ehh.. I'm.." Sae-byeok looks down at herself, pawing at a black sleeve. "Amokay."
Sae-byeok holds a hand up to Novel for lifting assistance.
Novel reaches down with his non dagger-holding hand towards Sae-byeok, reaching and grasping to heft her up. "Alright, back to the fucking circle so we can get this fucking done with," As he half-drags, half-walks the other woman back to the triangle so he can settle down standing in it properly.
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
Sae-byeok is easy to half-drag through the stow. She stumbles a few steps, trying to match Novel's taller strides above snow drift, then decides to simply fall into his footsteps behind.
Returning, survival tool a victim to being lost to the white landscape, she holds out her palm. "Just cut me."
"All right, Novel, start shouting!" The shadow Sam's triangular form deepens, once again creating the ullusion of a deep pit in that form. Sam hisses, the blade in one of his hands, the form, and the jock himself making the sound at the same time.
Sae-byeok plugs and ear with her finger, missing her earplugs.
Novel prods Sae-byeok ineffectually with a dull wooden dagger. No blood is forthcoming, and then Sam gets his attention and he takes in a long, deep breath. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING YOU SHITTY LITTLE DOLLAR STORE FLASHLIGHT - NO, PEOPLE CAN AT LEAST USE THAT FOR DILDOS YOU'RE THE LAST HALF-EMPTY SNAPPER IN A POPPER BOX THAT A CHILD WAS HOPING TO HAVE A NICE COOL FLASH OF LIGHT BUT INSTEAD IS CRUSHED AGAINST THE GROUND IN DISAPPOINTMENT BEFORE FINALLY BEING ACCIDENTALLY EATEN BY A PARTICULARLY STUPID CHIHUAHUA."
With a final burst of power the curse on a wooden dagger is broken.