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(Nico's decursing attempt)
[Wed Oct 9 2024]
In the Darkened Alley alongside Haven Courier
Kept impeccably clean despite the alleyways found in the rest of Haven,
the alleys of the historic district are instead are eerily pristine. Little
gardens are fenced off by little white picket fences, with dark green
dumpsters that have only a faint sour smell when in close proximity to them.
Despite that, it's poorly lit, even in the daytime, casting most of this
space in shadow.
It is dusk, about 59F(15C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds.
Nico inclines his head, "Right... Vic's probably on her way over. So, that's our three. Any case... Guessing this thing's gonna be real pissed when we try to dislodge it? I heard something about it lashing out? Whole lot of 'protect the arcanists actually working at the thing'?"
Victoria waves fingers in greeting, a rather wide smile on her face. "Hey Elias. Nico."
Nico flashes a teasing grin to Victoria, "Hey, you." With that, he shifts his attention back to the bracelet. "Alright... Showtime."
Victoria raises an eyebrow. "What's with that?" she asks, ticking her head toward the bracelet. "I have no idea what you two are even doing."
Nico lets out a rumbling laugh, holding up a bracelet. "Y'all know the deal better than I do, I'm sure. And how the fuck are ya', Novel? Doing alright?"
Nico inclines his head towards Elias. "Might as well... Showtime, part two." With that, he extends his arm towards Elias, letting him take point on this one.
Lepia nods gently towards Victoria, before approaching the man with the bracelet, peering at it closely. She unravels a bit of yarn from the front pocket of her baja jacket, beginning to stretch it between her fingers in a sort of cat's cradle, before making a humming noise. The threads between her fingers begin to glow, slightly, as she twists and turns the threads, moving them into different configurations and shapes. The hum she emits begins to resonate with the threads she stretches between her fingers.
All metal objects in the room are suddenly tugged violently towards the artifact.
Victoria says "Oh for the love."
Lepia continues her strange little hum, the threads glowing and lighting up the darkened alleyways. "Very carefully. See it as a knot. Knot in the world, unravel it like..." She twists her fingers through various permutations, swinging the threads through each other in complicated patterns. A vague sense of a pattern seems to be suffusing her actions, a blurriness surrounding her form. The light, still, shone from the threads; her eyes were locked onto them, and the bracelet, past them.
An arc of lightning blasts out of the artifact to strike Elias, sending him flying.
The shards of metal flicker, their aim apparently less true than might be immediately apparent. They pass through the vague haziness surrounding her form, the light seeming to bend around her shape as if the whole thing was being distorted. Her fingers move in increasingly complex ways, threads weaving, unweaving, in an endless dance, as if tinkering to find just the right permutation. "Truth into lies, lies into truth, weave truth, find lies, weave lies, find truth...." Lepia mumbles, unblinking eyes continuing their gaze upon the bracelet. A blink came from her at the lightning arc.
Growing air pressure makes your ear's pop uncomfortably and deadens all sound.
A few more loops, a few more adjustments of Lepia's fingers, and the strings between them as well seem to grow blurry, indistinct; they are almost certainly forming some manner of complex pattern, but whatever pattern it is, regular eyes aren't quite enough to see where the tangles end, and where the tangles begin. The whole assembly is still humming, the muting of the artifact seeming to not affect it at all, as her fingers dancing around the threads as shimmering after-images of the glowing threads begin to coalesce, the pattern becoming immeasurably more complex. Which ones happened to be the true physical threads and which ones happened to be the ephemeral ones become increasingly unclear.
Novel takes in a deep breath at Victoria's command. A deep, sucking thing, a gleam of mayhem and then - a wince. He's not quiet. But he doesn't waver. "FUCK YOU YOU BULLSHIT PIECE OF GARBAGE THAT FUCKING BELONGS TO BE WRAPPED AROUND A KOBOLD'S DICK AND FUCKED INTO THE DIRTIEST YEASTY SEWAGE HOLE IMAGINABLE STOP DOING THIS GODDAMN SHIT YOU'RE GOING TO JUST GODDAMN ANNOY THE PISS OUT OF EVERYONE AND THEN WE'RE GOING TO TAKE YOU OUT BACK AND PUNCH YOU. THEN FIND THE PERSON WHO MADE YOU AND THEN BEAT THEM UP AS WELL AND THEN FIND -THEIR- FAMILY AND PUNISH THEM FOR THE MISTAKE OF BUILDING SUCH A CHINESE KNOCK OFF PIECE OF TRASH SQUEEZED FROM THE EXCRETION OF DYSENTERY RICE FARMER."
Nico clenches his jaw tightly, evidently fighting some discomfort unseen by the rest. Snapping his gaze towards Novel, he gestures wildly in his direction. "What he sai-" He abruptly shifts his gaze towards Elias, "Sorry, come the effervescent blue fuck again?"
Growing air pressure makes your ear's pop uncomfortably and deadens all sound.
Novel seems ready for it this time, rolling his shoulders and cracking his knuckles. There's absolutely zero way the man can be quiet when shouting at the top of his lungs, Jesus Christ, the man's bellowing could wake the dead. Maybe it has. "YOU ARE A PIECE OF SHIT WITH YOUR STUPID ASS AIR PRESSURE THING, I GET THAT SHIT JUST BY GOING IN AND OUT SOME KITCHENS. IS THAT WHAT YOU ARE? A STUPID ASS PIECE OF BROKEN KITCHEN EQUIPMENT? YOU BETTER UNFUCK YOURSELF RIGHT GODDAMN NOW BEFORE I DECIDE TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO INSERT MY BOOT INTO WHATEVER ORIFICE EQUIVALENT YOU HAVE FOR AN ASS UNTIL YOU CAN TASTE THE LEATHER ON IT." He points, aggressively, with a middle finger.
With a final burst of power the curse on a golden bracelet is broken.
Nicos Decursing Attempt 241010
(Nico's decursing attempt)
[Wed Oct 9 2024]
In the Darkened Alley alongside Haven Courier
Kept impeccably clean despite the alleyways found in the rest of Haven,
the alleys of the historic district are instead are eerily pristine. Little
gardens are fenced off by little white picket fences, with dark green
dumpsters that have only a faint sour smell when in close proximity to them.
Despite that, it's poorly lit, even in the daytime, casting most of this
space in shadow.
It is dusk, about 59F(15C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds.
Nico inclines his head, "Right... Vic's probably on her way over. So, that's our three. Any case... Guessing this thing's gonna be real pissed when we try to dislodge it? I heard something about it lashing out? Whole lot of 'protect the arcanists actually working at the thing'?"
Victoria waves fingers in greeting, a rather wide smile on her face. "Hey Elias. Nico."
Nico flashes a teasing grin to Victoria, "Hey, you." With that, he shifts his attention back to the bracelet. "Alright... Showtime."
Victoria raises an eyebrow. "What's with that?" she asks, ticking her head toward the bracelet. "I have no idea what you two are even doing."
Nico lets out a rumbling laugh, holding up a bracelet. "Y'all know the deal better than I do, I'm sure. And how the fuck are ya', Novel? Doing alright?"
Nico inclines his head towards Elias. "Might as well... Showtime, part two." With that, he extends his arm towards Elias, letting him take point on this one.
Lepia nods gently towards Victoria, before approaching the man with the bracelet, peering at it closely. She unravels a bit of yarn from the front pocket of her baja jacket, beginning to stretch it between her fingers in a sort of cat's cradle, before making a humming noise. The threads between her fingers begin to glow, slightly, as she twists and turns the threads, moving them into different configurations and shapes. The hum she emits begins to resonate with the threads she stretches between her fingers.
All metal objects in the room are suddenly tugged violently towards the artifact.
Victoria says "Oh for the love."
Lepia continues her strange little hum, the threads glowing and lighting up the darkened alleyways. "Very carefully. See it as a knot. Knot in the world, unravel it like..." She twists her fingers through various permutations, swinging the threads through each other in complicated patterns. A vague sense of a pattern seems to be suffusing her actions, a blurriness surrounding her form. The light, still, shone from the threads; her eyes were locked onto them, and the bracelet, past them.
An arc of lightning blasts out of the artifact to strike Elias, sending him flying.
The shards of metal flicker, their aim apparently less true than might be immediately apparent. They pass through the vague haziness surrounding her form, the light seeming to bend around her shape as if the whole thing was being distorted. Her fingers move in increasingly complex ways, threads weaving, unweaving, in an endless dance, as if tinkering to find just the right permutation. "Truth into lies, lies into truth, weave truth, find lies, weave lies, find truth...." Lepia mumbles, unblinking eyes continuing their gaze upon the bracelet. A blink came from her at the lightning arc.
Growing air pressure makes your ear's pop uncomfortably and deadens all sound.
A few more loops, a few more adjustments of Lepia's fingers, and the strings between them as well seem to grow blurry, indistinct; they are almost certainly forming some manner of complex pattern, but whatever pattern it is, regular eyes aren't quite enough to see where the tangles end, and where the tangles begin. The whole assembly is still humming, the muting of the artifact seeming to not affect it at all, as her fingers dancing around the threads as shimmering after-images of the glowing threads begin to coalesce, the pattern becoming immeasurably more complex. Which ones happened to be the true physical threads and which ones happened to be the ephemeral ones become increasingly unclear.
Novel takes in a deep breath at Victoria's command. A deep, sucking thing, a gleam of mayhem and then - a wince. He's not quiet. But he doesn't waver. "FUCK YOU YOU BULLSHIT PIECE OF GARBAGE THAT FUCKING BELONGS TO BE WRAPPED AROUND A KOBOLD'S DICK AND FUCKED INTO THE DIRTIEST YEASTY SEWAGE HOLE IMAGINABLE STOP DOING THIS GODDAMN SHIT YOU'RE GOING TO JUST GODDAMN ANNOY THE PISS OUT OF EVERYONE AND THEN WE'RE GOING TO TAKE YOU OUT BACK AND PUNCH YOU. THEN FIND THE PERSON WHO MADE YOU AND THEN BEAT THEM UP AS WELL AND THEN FIND -THEIR- FAMILY AND PUNISH THEM FOR THE MISTAKE OF BUILDING SUCH A CHINESE KNOCK OFF PIECE OF TRASH SQUEEZED FROM THE EXCRETION OF DYSENTERY RICE FARMER."
Nico clenches his jaw tightly, evidently fighting some discomfort unseen by the rest. Snapping his gaze towards Novel, he gestures wildly in his direction. "What he sai-" He abruptly shifts his gaze towards Elias, "Sorry, come the effervescent blue fuck again?"
Growing air pressure makes your ear's pop uncomfortably and deadens all sound.
Novel seems ready for it this time, rolling his shoulders and cracking his knuckles. There's absolutely zero way the man can be quiet when shouting at the top of his lungs, Jesus Christ, the man's bellowing could wake the dead. Maybe it has. "YOU ARE A PIECE OF SHIT WITH YOUR STUPID ASS AIR PRESSURE THING, I GET THAT SHIT JUST BY GOING IN AND OUT SOME KITCHENS. IS THAT WHAT YOU ARE? A STUPID ASS PIECE OF BROKEN KITCHEN EQUIPMENT? YOU BETTER UNFUCK YOURSELF RIGHT GODDAMN NOW BEFORE I DECIDE TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO INSERT MY BOOT INTO WHATEVER ORIFICE EQUIVALENT YOU HAVE FOR AN ASS UNTIL YOU CAN TASTE THE LEATHER ON IT." He points, aggressively, with a middle finger.
With a final burst of power the curse on a golden bracelet is broken.