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(Ash's decursing attempt)
[Thu Aug 1 2024]
In the bedroom of Apartment 101, Elm Street
The walls of the bedroom have been painted a deep black, and decorated with various framed, monochrome drawings. The gothic color scheme is slightly brightened by chestnut hardwood flooring, and by two red armchairs tucked into the southwestern corner of the room next to the door. There's a walk-in closet with plenty of space for one person to store quite a number of outfits set into the eastern wall. The large bed is right beside it, and on its far side, a dark grey two-drawer nightstand. Against the southern wall is a wide dresser, with a shelf of books just above it.
It is about 90F(32C) degrees.
Ash sniffs, then sighs.
Ash breathes in deeply, sighing. "Alright... very good."
Ash says "You will help me remove this curse."
Ash snaps their fingers, then gestures, saying, "Gather your art supplies, you're going to paint a circle on the floor."
Lydia stares a little at her intruder, shaking her head dubiously. "Okay, but... you know I don't have any like magic in me or anything? And I don't really do a lot with paint..." Despite that, she gathers some acylic paint from another room, grimacing a little as she carefully starts to brush a neat black circle on the ground.
Ash chuckles, saying, "You don't *need* magic to perform a ritual. Magic exits, it's everywhere, it's all around." They wander around the room, looking at Lydia's things cheerfully and invasively as they explain. "With rituals, you simply work with it how it likes to work. You can't control air inherently, you have to learn how to push it if you want to make it cool you off. With magic, you have to have intent... and it helps to have guides to that intent. Now, draw a pentagram within."
Lydia listens quietly, interested despite herself, trying not to notice as Ash noses through her stuff. She starts to draw lines in the circle, maanging the five-pointed star with ease, clearly having used designs like this before.
Ash looks over the circle carefully, offering a hum of approval. "Good girl. Now, remove your clothing."
Lydia straightens up, biting her lip hard. "Is that part of it?" she mutters, even as she slowly reaches up to unwillingly start stripping off, her bare skin still glistening with hints of perspiration.
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
Ash smiles, not answering. "Now, kneel in the center. I need you to open yourself up to me... render yourself completely helpless." They look over the toys before wandering back to stand outside of the circle. They hold up a silver ring to their eye, and add, probably unneccessarily, "Now, pretty girl."
Lydia takes a sharp breath, shuddering as the room grows cold, a look of fears enters her eyes, even as she tries to follow the strange command, slowly clasping her hands behind her back, looking like she's not sure why she's doing it. She takes a step forward, slowly sinking to her knees in the center of the circle.
An arc of lightning blasts out of the artifact to strike Lydia, sending her flying.
Lydia screams as the lighting crackles from the ring and strikes her, her naked body convulsing with the sudden electrical shock.
Ash watches through the ring a moment, then sighs, as lightning surges from it, striking Lydia. They blink their eyes, rubbing it, before walking over, looking to see if she's alright. "Mmm, it doesn't seem to like you. You're so pretty, though... you must appeal to it, more. Can you speak? Move?"
Lydia gasps softly as she unclasps her hands, reaching up to touch her chest and her seemingly unburnt skin, her eyes wide as the involuntary spasms fade. "I... I think so..."
Ash reaches out to Lydia and holds a hand to her chest. A soothing sensation flows through, for just a moment. "Good... you don't deserver to be *damaged*... not unless it's in service to something greater, do you? Let me help."
Growing air pressure makes your ear's pop uncomfortably and deadens all sound.
Lydia tenses a little at the touch, but exhales gently as the soothing sensation washes away the lingering pain. She flushes softly, her eyes tinged with fear at the implied threat. "Thank you..." she murmurs quietly, before wincing at the sudden shift in pressure around her.
Ash holds out the ring before Lydia now. "You've been so eager to please, but the only thing d-" Their mouth continues to move, but sound is wrong, right now. They hold the ring before her mouth and gestures, sticking out their tongue as they realize that sound won't help. What the fuck are they asking of her *now*?!
Lydia stares up at Ash, uncomprehending in more than one way. Slowly, she perts her lip, thrusting her tongue out, keeping it contracted enough to potentially slip the ring around, her cheeks flushing deeply at the act.
Ash grins, nodding. Their lips are easy to read here. "Very good... good, pretty girl... Lydia." THey nod approvingly, encouraging... is this supposed to help? RImming the ring?
With a final burst of power the curse on a silver ring is broken.
Lydias Decursing Attempt 240802
(Ash's decursing attempt)
[Thu Aug 1 2024]
In the bedroom of Apartment 101, Elm Street
The walls of the bedroom have been painted a deep black, and decorated with various framed, monochrome drawings. The gothic color scheme is slightly brightened by chestnut hardwood flooring, and by two red armchairs tucked into the southwestern corner of the room next to the door. There's a walk-in closet with plenty of space for one person to store quite a number of outfits set into the eastern wall. The large bed is right beside it, and on its far side, a dark grey two-drawer nightstand. Against the southern wall is a wide dresser, with a shelf of books just above it.
It is about 90F(32C) degrees.
Ash sniffs, then sighs.
Ash breathes in deeply, sighing. "Alright... very good."
Ash says "You will help me remove this curse."
Ash snaps their fingers, then gestures, saying, "Gather your art supplies, you're going to paint a circle on the floor."
Lydia stares a little at her intruder, shaking her head dubiously. "Okay, but... you know I don't have any like magic in me or anything? And I don't really do a lot with paint..." Despite that, she gathers some acylic paint from another room, grimacing a little as she carefully starts to brush a neat black circle on the ground.
Ash chuckles, saying, "You don't *need* magic to perform a ritual. Magic exits, it's everywhere, it's all around." They wander around the room, looking at Lydia's things cheerfully and invasively as they explain. "With rituals, you simply work with it how it likes to work. You can't control air inherently, you have to learn how to push it if you want to make it cool you off. With magic, you have to have intent... and it helps to have guides to that intent. Now, draw a pentagram within."
Lydia listens quietly, interested despite herself, trying not to notice as Ash noses through her stuff. She starts to draw lines in the circle, maanging the five-pointed star with ease, clearly having used designs like this before.
Ash looks over the circle carefully, offering a hum of approval. "Good girl. Now, remove your clothing."
Lydia straightens up, biting her lip hard. "Is that part of it?" she mutters, even as she slowly reaches up to unwillingly start stripping off, her bare skin still glistening with hints of perspiration.
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
Ash smiles, not answering. "Now, kneel in the center. I need you to open yourself up to me... render yourself completely helpless." They look over the toys before wandering back to stand outside of the circle. They hold up a silver ring to their eye, and add, probably unneccessarily, "Now, pretty girl."
Lydia takes a sharp breath, shuddering as the room grows cold, a look of fears enters her eyes, even as she tries to follow the strange command, slowly clasping her hands behind her back, looking like she's not sure why she's doing it. She takes a step forward, slowly sinking to her knees in the center of the circle.
An arc of lightning blasts out of the artifact to strike Lydia, sending her flying.
Lydia screams as the lighting crackles from the ring and strikes her, her naked body convulsing with the sudden electrical shock.
Ash watches through the ring a moment, then sighs, as lightning surges from it, striking Lydia. They blink their eyes, rubbing it, before walking over, looking to see if she's alright. "Mmm, it doesn't seem to like you. You're so pretty, though... you must appeal to it, more. Can you speak? Move?"
Lydia gasps softly as she unclasps her hands, reaching up to touch her chest and her seemingly unburnt skin, her eyes wide as the involuntary spasms fade. "I... I think so..."
Ash reaches out to Lydia and holds a hand to her chest. A soothing sensation flows through, for just a moment. "Good... you don't deserver to be *damaged*... not unless it's in service to something greater, do you? Let me help."
Growing air pressure makes your ear's pop uncomfortably and deadens all sound.
Lydia tenses a little at the touch, but exhales gently as the soothing sensation washes away the lingering pain. She flushes softly, her eyes tinged with fear at the implied threat. "Thank you..." she murmurs quietly, before wincing at the sudden shift in pressure around her.
Ash holds out the ring before Lydia now. "You've been so eager to please, but the only thing d-" Their mouth continues to move, but sound is wrong, right now. They hold the ring before her mouth and gestures, sticking out their tongue as they realize that sound won't help. What the fuck are they asking of her *now*?!
Lydia stares up at Ash, uncomprehending in more than one way. Slowly, she perts her lip, thrusting her tongue out, keeping it contracted enough to potentially slip the ring around, her cheeks flushing deeply at the act.
Ash grins, nodding. Their lips are easy to read here. "Very good... good, pretty girl... Lydia." THey nod approvingly, encouraging... is this supposed to help? RImming the ring?
With a final burst of power the curse on a silver ring is broken.