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(Emmanuel's decursing attempt)
[Mon Sep 23 2024]
In a Darkened Alley alongside the Elm Street Apartment Complex
It is morning, about 60F(15C) degrees,
Korina peers at Emmanuel suspiciously. "/You/ smell," she tells him right back.
Korina is in the middle of furiously texting away with one hand, the other enclosed around the very cursed ring. That's probably going to be a bad idea, but Korina has never faced consequences for her bad ideas and she's not about to start now.
All metal objects in the room are suddenly tugged violently towards the artifact.
Rachel knocked on the door, in case that wasn't clear, Korina.
"I said /don't knock/-" Korina says, right at the exact same time the very metal door handle goes and punts her right in the stomach as it's tugged violently towards the ring on her hand. She doubles over with an 'oof', the air knocked out of her.
Korina meant IN her hand not on her hand. She's not wearing it.
"I misread," Rachel says smoothly. English is /her/ native language, and that text was pretty basic. Fat chance that's true. The second the door swings into Korina, Rachel adds, "I didn't do that," because knowing Korina, Rachel's about to cop the blame for that, too.
Korina kicks the door shut, and she would /definitely/ have started to blame Rachel for it if everything else vaguely metallic in the room hadn't also been doing strange things, like her anklet, and her bracelets, and her actual worn ring, and her choker, and... you get the point. There's a scowl for Rachel and she yeets the cursed wooden ring onto the coffee table. "I am saving the President from it," she says, taking Rachel's theory as fact. "You remove the curse." It's the least she can do.
"If /I/ remove the curse, how are /you/ saving Kostya?" Rachel asks Korina. One way or the other, she steps over to the coffee table, bare-footed. Like Rachel told Korina, they're right on each others' doorsteps. They practically live together. Instead of touching the ring - because that must've been Korina's folly - she leans down to observe it at eye-level. "I need wine for this."
Rachel's got plenty of whine already - why does she need more? Korina gives her a puzzled look, then stomps over to the lounge to drape herself over it, all casually, like she's waiting to be drawn like a French girl. But not naked. "I am saving him from wearing it," she claims. "It would go terribly with his clothes. It does not match the color." Since when is Korina a fashion expert?
Rachel tried. She must not have needed the wine that badly, though, because she forfeits the attempt real fast. "It's wood," Rachel says to Korina. And not even particularly ornamented wood, by the looks of it. "Are you saying that /brown/ doesn't match the white and burgundy that Kostya's got going on?" Rachel knows that that's exactly what Korina's told her, but she's got to repeat it, just to rub in the ridicule.
Growing air pressure makes your ear's pop uncomfortably and deadens all sound.
"He wears all black," Korina says in the tone of Someone Who Knows. Of course, the answer doesn't reach Rachel, with the air pressure having gone all fucked, so unless she can lipread, she's going to be left without an answer. Korina seems almost glad for the silence, and closes her eyes, reaching up to rub at her ears mildly. Ahhh, blessed silence while Rachel does what she does best.
Or, well, something she's fine at doing? Something in her area of expertise? Maybe Korina shouldn't say it's Rachel's best skill.
Rachel's best skill is driving Korina insane, actually, but yeah, this is probably a close second or third. Given that Korina has nothing to say to Rachel - nothing at all ! - Rachel can only presume that she's won. She pushes at her tragus in an effort to end the popping, to no avail. "Auditus--..." There's probably more to whatever it is that she's saying, except with how odd it feels to talk, and not to be heard, Rachel stops short. "I hate this," she says far too loudly.
Auditus schmoditus, Korina's definitely not listening. She lets out a yawn instead, which - dammit - restores her hearing with another pop of the ears. There's a disgruntled blink at Rachel, as though she's somehow the cause of all this. "Are you done yet?" she questions.
"MALEDICTUM EVANEAT," Rachel begins. Halfway through, it seems her hearing's back, too, because she suddenly resumes a much more normal volume. Poor someone, though, probably isn't going to have a particularly restful sleep. "Sh," she shushes Korina. Her necklace hasn't even started up its telltale glow. Of course this isn't done yet, Korina. And Rachel had thought they'd established that there was enough 'whine' here already.
"MALEDICTUM EVANEAT," Rachel begins. Halfway through, it seems her hearing's back, too, because she suddenly resumes a much more normal volume. Poor Nikolai, though, probably isn't going to have a particularly restful sleep. "Sh," she shushes Korina. Her necklace hasn't even started up its telltale glow. Of course this isn't done yet, Korina. And Rachel had thought they'd established that there was enough 'whine' here already.
"...potestas solvatur," Rachel continues with a baleful side-eye at Korina.
Korina sees that side-eye. She's side-eying Rachel back, and bristling a minor bit. "Don't hex me," she warns. She'll likely do something even worse.
With a final burst of power the curse on a wooden ring is broken.
Korinas Decursing Attempt 240924
(Emmanuel's decursing attempt)
[Mon Sep 23 2024]
In a Darkened Alley alongside the Elm Street Apartment Complex
It is morning, about 60F(15C) degrees,
Korina peers at Emmanuel suspiciously. "/You/ smell," she tells him right back.
Korina is in the middle of furiously texting away with one hand, the other enclosed around the very cursed ring. That's probably going to be a bad idea, but Korina has never faced consequences for her bad ideas and she's not about to start now.
All metal objects in the room are suddenly tugged violently towards the artifact.
Rachel knocked on the door, in case that wasn't clear, Korina.
"I said /don't knock/-" Korina says, right at the exact same time the very metal door handle goes and punts her right in the stomach as it's tugged violently towards the ring on her hand. She doubles over with an 'oof', the air knocked out of her.
Korina meant IN her hand not on her hand. She's not wearing it.
"I misread," Rachel says smoothly. English is /her/ native language, and that text was pretty basic. Fat chance that's true. The second the door swings into Korina, Rachel adds, "I didn't do that," because knowing Korina, Rachel's about to cop the blame for that, too.
Korina kicks the door shut, and she would /definitely/ have started to blame Rachel for it if everything else vaguely metallic in the room hadn't also been doing strange things, like her anklet, and her bracelets, and her actual worn ring, and her choker, and... you get the point. There's a scowl for Rachel and she yeets the cursed wooden ring onto the coffee table. "I am saving the President from it," she says, taking Rachel's theory as fact. "You remove the curse." It's the least she can do.
"If /I/ remove the curse, how are /you/ saving Kostya?" Rachel asks Korina. One way or the other, she steps over to the coffee table, bare-footed. Like Rachel told Korina, they're right on each others' doorsteps. They practically live together. Instead of touching the ring - because that must've been Korina's folly - she leans down to observe it at eye-level. "I need wine for this."
Rachel's got plenty of whine already - why does she need more? Korina gives her a puzzled look, then stomps over to the lounge to drape herself over it, all casually, like she's waiting to be drawn like a French girl. But not naked. "I am saving him from wearing it," she claims. "It would go terribly with his clothes. It does not match the color." Since when is Korina a fashion expert?
Rachel tried. She must not have needed the wine that badly, though, because she forfeits the attempt real fast. "It's wood," Rachel says to Korina. And not even particularly ornamented wood, by the looks of it. "Are you saying that /brown/ doesn't match the white and burgundy that Kostya's got going on?" Rachel knows that that's exactly what Korina's told her, but she's got to repeat it, just to rub in the ridicule.
Growing air pressure makes your ear's pop uncomfortably and deadens all sound.
"He wears all black," Korina says in the tone of Someone Who Knows. Of course, the answer doesn't reach Rachel, with the air pressure having gone all fucked, so unless she can lipread, she's going to be left without an answer. Korina seems almost glad for the silence, and closes her eyes, reaching up to rub at her ears mildly. Ahhh, blessed silence while Rachel does what she does best.
Or, well, something she's fine at doing? Something in her area of expertise? Maybe Korina shouldn't say it's Rachel's best skill.
Rachel's best skill is driving Korina insane, actually, but yeah, this is probably a close second or third. Given that Korina has nothing to say to Rachel - nothing at all ! - Rachel can only presume that she's won. She pushes at her tragus in an effort to end the popping, to no avail. "Auditus--..." There's probably more to whatever it is that she's saying, except with how odd it feels to talk, and not to be heard, Rachel stops short. "I hate this," she says far too loudly.
Auditus schmoditus, Korina's definitely not listening. She lets out a yawn instead, which - dammit - restores her hearing with another pop of the ears. There's a disgruntled blink at Rachel, as though she's somehow the cause of all this. "Are you done yet?" she questions.
"MALEDICTUM EVANEAT," Rachel begins. Halfway through, it seems her hearing's back, too, because she suddenly resumes a much more normal volume. Poor someone, though, probably isn't going to have a particularly restful sleep. "Sh," she shushes Korina. Her necklace hasn't even started up its telltale glow. Of course this isn't done yet, Korina. And Rachel had thought they'd established that there was enough 'whine' here already.
"MALEDICTUM EVANEAT," Rachel begins. Halfway through, it seems her hearing's back, too, because she suddenly resumes a much more normal volume. Poor Nikolai, though, probably isn't going to have a particularly restful sleep. "Sh," she shushes Korina. Her necklace hasn't even started up its telltale glow. Of course this isn't done yet, Korina. And Rachel had thought they'd established that there was enough 'whine' here already.
"...potestas solvatur," Rachel continues with a baleful side-eye at Korina.
Korina sees that side-eye. She's side-eying Rachel back, and bristling a minor bit. "Don't hex me," she warns. She'll likely do something even worse.
With a final burst of power the curse on a wooden ring is broken.