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(Novel's decursing attempt)
[Mon Dec 9 2024]
At the Main Bar of Starlight Lounge
Entering from the sidewalk of Beech Street, the opulent lounge boasts a front bar adorned with plush couches and elegant chairs, each featuring a regal high cushioned back for utmost comfort. Celestial motifs grace the walls, shimmering with swirling depictions of stars and constellations. Lush ferns and cascading ivy frames the windows, offering a breathtaking view of the manicured gardens outside. The atmosphere is one of refined luxury, where guests can unwind in style amidst a star-dappled oasis of carefully curated elegance.
It is afternoon, about 32F(0C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
Novel reaches into his jacket, and then straight-up pulls out a dagger made of bone. He looks surprised to find it there, then tries to put it down on the bar. It remains attached to his hand as if superglued. At first, he looks confused, then, annoyed and exasperated. "Not this shit again."
Novel says "Anyone around to help me with this curse thingamajig."
"Yes, please. And I'm just asking everyone on the comms, Kim. There's - never mind. Whatever. Yes. Come on. We'll head to uhhhh... Great News. Sure. You got a car?" Novel starts to stride out the door.
Novel is dressed up all fancy and smells strongly of food. He nods at Antoinette, a speculative gaze at her coat. "Hey, Toni. Good you could meet us. Toni, this is Kim. Kim, this is Toni." He waves vaguely. "You both ready?"
Antoinette waves as she comes in, "I guess? I don't have the -most- experience with cursed items. I'll follow your lead." She tells Novel
Novel dances the blade around his fingers as he leans on the puplip. "Well, usually, you get a buncha people who know magic together and then start doing stuff but I have my OWN method." As the weapon dances with intimate familiarity, rolling across the back of his fingers, the keen-eyed will note he never allows it to leave all contact with his skin.
Novel says "It works OK. We're just going to wait around see if anyone else fucking... shows up."
"Something tells me you have your own method for everything." Antoinette asides to Novel, eyeing the object with some curiosity and maybe doing some quick research on her phone about...something or other. With Isolde's question she adds, "Oh I hope not.."
Antoinette smiles to Isolde, "Yeah, I remember that. Brief. I had to run for work. It's good to see you again."
"No, you'll just end up fucking shooting me," Novel squints at Isolde. "But should you have your pistol on you at all times? ...Yeah, probably." The man concedes to the necessity of violence. Because he's TOTALLY reluctant about people hurting each other. He flashes a grin over to Antoinette. "I steal most of my methods. Take bits that work here and there..."
Novel makes a face at Isolde's words. "What the fuck? What restraining order? What is she fucking telling people now?"
Antoinette lifts her brows about a restraining order, but doesn't ask.
"The texting thing." Isolde replies. "Like- I was in the middle of talking about staring at Gagnam from Guryong slums, and like- she came in."
Novel sort of - sighs at Isolde's words. "Fucking hell. And she couldn't fucking WAIT? For fuck's sake. Now I gotta sort it out with -" He goes to rub his head and then stabs himself in the forehead with the dagger that's superglued to his hand. "Ow!" He jerks it back, the bone blade now red-tipped as he lays out his hand, palm flat. "Now usually I just get angry and swear at it a lot."
He glowers at the thing. "But you can try a prayer... thing. Or... belief? Yeah. I'm told magic works with belief, so you can just - try shit."
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
Antoinette lifts out her necklace, grimacing when Novel stabs himself. "You can use some of mine if you want?" She offers to Isolde, shivering a little as the room grows colder for those few seconds. She keeps her other hand held around her necklace, silently going over something, probably, as she eyes the cursed item.
Novel reaches up, wiping away the trickle of red upon his forehead. There's no wound underneath. He smears it over the blade in silence and then shrugs, hopping on off down the stage and walking over to the other two, his shoulders shaking from the cold in grimace. "I mean, that should do. You shouldn't need do anything super fucking fancy. I don't think." His gaze wanders between the two.
Isolde types in a few things on her phone. She notices her breath before she notices with the cold. "Mmm. Sure, why not if it's fresh." She says. She stops typing and holds her phone up on speaker. Google translate begins to say,
"In nomine Domini, qui tenebras dissipat et lumen veritatis affert, exsurgat virtus Dei ad solvendam hanc maledictionem. Libera hunc famulum tuum ab vinculis ossis damnati, et purga manus eius, ut sit in sanctitate tua. Fiat voluntas tua, nunc et in aeternum. Amen."
Isolde presses her lips against her teeth, sighing. "Egghh.. I hate everyone around here is all latin. "In... nomm-in-ay... Dom-ini? Kwee ten-uh-bras dee...dee-sip-pat et loo-men... vera-tay-t..." She begins, setting down on her knees and putting it on repeat."
Isolde draws a long arc in the dust of the floor with her finger, "Just like, it can be small- circle is only large enough for your hand probably- but I need enough blood for it."
All metal objects in the room are suddenly tugged violently towards the artifact.
Isolde yelps as she's yanked by her ponytail towards the podium.
Antoinette moves toward Isolde's arc, "Let us bleed a little, Novel. You can't have all the fun." She insists, only to 'ack!' as her necklace chain tries to choke her out, tugging in the direction of the artifact, stumbling that way.
Isolde cradles her head as all of the folding chairs assemble to charge Novel.
Novel clenches his hand instinctively around the hilt of the weapon as he thumps his hips against the podium, then YELPS and ducks as the assemblies padded pipes get flung by and things rattle and shake across the room, leaving it a clattering, disorganized mess of frosted-over chairs. From behind and below the podium, he calls out with a laugh, "Fucking hell! Go ahead! Bleed a bit then, Toni. Dagger's plenty fucking sharp, seems like you're eager."
"I take it back!" Antoinette insists as she tries to get some cover from the flying chairs. "Does this happen a lot?!" She grabs a scalpel from her scrub pocket, probably from work. "And I'm not touching that thing!" She does, though make a quick slice in her palm before pocketing the knife and trying to move back toward where Isolde needing the blood.
For several seconds the room grows painfully hot.
Isolde high fives Antoinette Yay! She takes her bloody palm and swivels out a small circle with four rings. A larger section in the middle is separated into four large quadrants in a cross- That of the first hour of the Lords prayer. She beings to label the four first in little latin characters, leaving the outer rings empty. She yanks back her phone, sweating, then from Top left to bottom right inscribes; Novel, Custodia, a Maledicto Liberare, and Curor
"Pretty fucking often," Novel mentions offhand as he straightens up, the metal of the chairs sizzling his hand as he tries to grab one. He jerks his hand away and opts to kick it across the room instead, his legs doing a jig to send the things scattering away from him so he has more time to duck and less force impacting him if the magentism happens again. "Just - weird things happening to me. Ghosts, cursed objects, demons, abductions. Random shit." He mentions conversationally to Antoinette. He smirks. "Why not? I am." He waggles the blade at Antoinette.
"Aff... aff-airt? Uh... ex...ex-sir...ex-soor... ex-surr-gat... weer-toos... Dee-eye." Isolde winces as some electronics in her phone start to garble and die, the voice of the Internet overlord slowly drowned in a fizzy spurt of volume. SAMSUNG displays once on her phone, then goes black.
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
"Eggh-thatmeansitsworking." Isolde flushes out, "Put-put your hand in thing please!"
Antoinette rolls her shoulders uncomfortably as it heats up, grimacing and gritting her teeth as her necklace singes her skin briefly. "Yeah and look what's happening!" She counters to Novel as she shields her hand from the light. "I think it's working Kim!"
Isolde has little to add. Her face says 'I know', but it also says, 'oh fuck that was bright.'
With a final burst of power the curse on a bone dagger is broken.
Novels Decursing Attempt 241210
(Novel's decursing attempt)
[Mon Dec 9 2024]
At the Main Bar of Starlight Lounge
Entering from the sidewalk of Beech Street, the opulent lounge boasts a front bar adorned with plush couches and elegant chairs, each featuring a regal high cushioned back for utmost comfort. Celestial motifs grace the walls, shimmering with swirling depictions of stars and constellations. Lush ferns and cascading ivy frames the windows, offering a breathtaking view of the manicured gardens outside. The atmosphere is one of refined luxury, where guests can unwind in style amidst a star-dappled oasis of carefully curated elegance.
It is afternoon, about 32F(0C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
Novel reaches into his jacket, and then straight-up pulls out a dagger made of bone. He looks surprised to find it there, then tries to put it down on the bar. It remains attached to his hand as if superglued. At first, he looks confused, then, annoyed and exasperated. "Not this shit again."
Novel says "Anyone around to help me with this curse thingamajig."
"Yes, please. And I'm just asking everyone on the comms, Kim. There's - never mind. Whatever. Yes. Come on. We'll head to uhhhh... Great News. Sure. You got a car?" Novel starts to stride out the door.
Novel is dressed up all fancy and smells strongly of food. He nods at Antoinette, a speculative gaze at her coat. "Hey, Toni. Good you could meet us. Toni, this is Kim. Kim, this is Toni." He waves vaguely. "You both ready?"
Antoinette waves as she comes in, "I guess? I don't have the -most- experience with cursed items. I'll follow your lead." She tells Novel
Novel dances the blade around his fingers as he leans on the puplip. "Well, usually, you get a buncha people who know magic together and then start doing stuff but I have my OWN method." As the weapon dances with intimate familiarity, rolling across the back of his fingers, the keen-eyed will note he never allows it to leave all contact with his skin.
Novel says "It works OK. We're just going to wait around see if anyone else fucking... shows up."
"Something tells me you have your own method for everything." Antoinette asides to Novel, eyeing the object with some curiosity and maybe doing some quick research on her phone about...something or other. With Isolde's question she adds, "Oh I hope not.."
Antoinette smiles to Isolde, "Yeah, I remember that. Brief. I had to run for work. It's good to see you again."
"No, you'll just end up fucking shooting me," Novel squints at Isolde. "But should you have your pistol on you at all times? ...Yeah, probably." The man concedes to the necessity of violence. Because he's TOTALLY reluctant about people hurting each other. He flashes a grin over to Antoinette. "I steal most of my methods. Take bits that work here and there..."
Novel makes a face at Isolde's words. "What the fuck? What restraining order? What is she fucking telling people now?"
Antoinette lifts her brows about a restraining order, but doesn't ask.
"The texting thing." Isolde replies. "Like- I was in the middle of talking about staring at Gagnam from Guryong slums, and like- she came in."
Novel sort of - sighs at Isolde's words. "Fucking hell. And she couldn't fucking WAIT? For fuck's sake. Now I gotta sort it out with -" He goes to rub his head and then stabs himself in the forehead with the dagger that's superglued to his hand. "Ow!" He jerks it back, the bone blade now red-tipped as he lays out his hand, palm flat. "Now usually I just get angry and swear at it a lot."
He glowers at the thing. "But you can try a prayer... thing. Or... belief? Yeah. I'm told magic works with belief, so you can just - try shit."
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
Antoinette lifts out her necklace, grimacing when Novel stabs himself. "You can use some of mine if you want?" She offers to Isolde, shivering a little as the room grows colder for those few seconds. She keeps her other hand held around her necklace, silently going over something, probably, as she eyes the cursed item.
Novel reaches up, wiping away the trickle of red upon his forehead. There's no wound underneath. He smears it over the blade in silence and then shrugs, hopping on off down the stage and walking over to the other two, his shoulders shaking from the cold in grimace. "I mean, that should do. You shouldn't need do anything super fucking fancy. I don't think." His gaze wanders between the two.
Isolde types in a few things on her phone. She notices her breath before she notices with the cold. "Mmm. Sure, why not if it's fresh." She says. She stops typing and holds her phone up on speaker. Google translate begins to say,
"In nomine Domini, qui tenebras dissipat et lumen veritatis affert, exsurgat virtus Dei ad solvendam hanc maledictionem. Libera hunc famulum tuum ab vinculis ossis damnati, et purga manus eius, ut sit in sanctitate tua. Fiat voluntas tua, nunc et in aeternum. Amen."
Isolde presses her lips against her teeth, sighing. "Egghh.. I hate everyone around here is all latin. "In... nomm-in-ay... Dom-ini? Kwee ten-uh-bras dee...dee-sip-pat et loo-men... vera-tay-t..." She begins, setting down on her knees and putting it on repeat."
Isolde draws a long arc in the dust of the floor with her finger, "Just like, it can be small- circle is only large enough for your hand probably- but I need enough blood for it."
All metal objects in the room are suddenly tugged violently towards the artifact.
Isolde yelps as she's yanked by her ponytail towards the podium.
Antoinette moves toward Isolde's arc, "Let us bleed a little, Novel. You can't have all the fun." She insists, only to 'ack!' as her necklace chain tries to choke her out, tugging in the direction of the artifact, stumbling that way.
Isolde cradles her head as all of the folding chairs assemble to charge Novel.
Novel clenches his hand instinctively around the hilt of the weapon as he thumps his hips against the podium, then YELPS and ducks as the assemblies padded pipes get flung by and things rattle and shake across the room, leaving it a clattering, disorganized mess of frosted-over chairs. From behind and below the podium, he calls out with a laugh, "Fucking hell! Go ahead! Bleed a bit then, Toni. Dagger's plenty fucking sharp, seems like you're eager."
"I take it back!" Antoinette insists as she tries to get some cover from the flying chairs. "Does this happen a lot?!" She grabs a scalpel from her scrub pocket, probably from work. "And I'm not touching that thing!" She does, though make a quick slice in her palm before pocketing the knife and trying to move back toward where Isolde needing the blood.
For several seconds the room grows painfully hot.
Isolde high fives Antoinette Yay! She takes her bloody palm and swivels out a small circle with four rings. A larger section in the middle is separated into four large quadrants in a cross- That of the first hour of the Lords prayer. She beings to label the four first in little latin characters, leaving the outer rings empty. She yanks back her phone, sweating, then from Top left to bottom right inscribes; Novel, Custodia, a Maledicto Liberare, and Curor
"Pretty fucking often," Novel mentions offhand as he straightens up, the metal of the chairs sizzling his hand as he tries to grab one. He jerks his hand away and opts to kick it across the room instead, his legs doing a jig to send the things scattering away from him so he has more time to duck and less force impacting him if the magentism happens again. "Just - weird things happening to me. Ghosts, cursed objects, demons, abductions. Random shit." He mentions conversationally to Antoinette. He smirks. "Why not? I am." He waggles the blade at Antoinette.
"Aff... aff-airt? Uh... ex...ex-sir...ex-soor... ex-surr-gat... weer-toos... Dee-eye." Isolde winces as some electronics in her phone start to garble and die, the voice of the Internet overlord slowly drowned in a fizzy spurt of volume. SAMSUNG displays once on her phone, then goes black.
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
"Eggh-thatmeansitsworking." Isolde flushes out, "Put-put your hand in thing please!"
Antoinette rolls her shoulders uncomfortably as it heats up, grimacing and gritting her teeth as her necklace singes her skin briefly. "Yeah and look what's happening!" She counters to Novel as she shields her hand from the light. "I think it's working Kim!"
Isolde has little to add. Her face says 'I know', but it also says, 'oh fuck that was bright.'
With a final burst of power the curse on a bone dagger is broken.