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(Novel's decursing attempt)
[Sat Apr 5 2025]
At a Tropical Garden and Koi Pond
The front-yard garden is a vibrant, ever-growing paradise. A winding gravely gray stone pathway meanders through a sea of greenery, flanked by thick, velvety moss that thrives in the constant moisture. Towering banana plants and glossy-leafed philodendrons add tropical touch.
Clusters of ferns spill over the edges of flower beds, mingling with delicate impatiens and bright begonias that bloom in shades of pink, red, and orange. Alongside them, blue hydrangeas drink in water, their massive blooms shifting in hue with the soil's richness. A sprawling passionflower vine climbs the porch trellis, attracting hummingbirds and butterflies dance through the air.
At garden's center, the pathway splitting around it, a small koi pond reflects the ever-changing sky. Frogs and dragonflies find refuge along the edges, their presence adding to the garden's serene, living energy. Nearby, a cluster of fragrant gardenias perfume the air, their creamy white petals unfurling with the rising sun.
The soil is rich and damp from the moisture that's typical of the forest.
It is afternoon, about 70F(21C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey clouds in the sky. Ankle high mist flows through the area.
Novel says "Anyone awake? Got a cursed thing here."
Novel says "Anyone awake? Got a cursed thing here."
Novel says "Oh, nevermind."
Novel says "Was about to."
Novel says "Home, at the pond. I was just chilling here, I spotted something that looked like a weed and pulled it out. It wasn't a weed."
Novel dances the dagger between his fingers while he lazes on the lawn chair, sipping from a beer in the other - the greenery sprouting from the hilt, giving it the appearance of a weed and fooling the man who yanked it out and moved to throw it away. "Huh." He says, after a moment, his hand open as he gazes down at the blade. "So how difficult are YOU gonna be today?"
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
Novel sighs faintly as frost edges around the pond and the plants around wilt, the honest weather of Haven returning to the artifical and magically tropical warmth of the garden. He raises a hand up to press a freshly-cooled beer to his forehead. "So like that, huh?" He notes. "Don't like the landscape, huh?" As koi dart together, huddling in the middle and center of the pond to escape the misery.
And then he promptly takes his beer and dumps it all over the dagger.
The whole room shakes.
Novel produces a laugh, shaking his hand and the dagger, droplets of the sticky hopped liquid falling to the ground as his lawn chair is sent a-bouncin' while he jitters around. "What? What's wrong with a little drunkness? You need to relax. Life is all about change, isn't it? Things happening, creatures warping around it. I mean, fuck, your average banana is as unnatural as a set of railroad tracks. Maybe even moreso."
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
Novel slowly exhales as he sets aside an empty beer bottle with a 'clunk', holding aloft the sticky dagger. "C'mon, man. You showed that trick before," He chides the dagger. "Try something different, you know?" And then, just as callously, he takes the wooden blade and violently jams the thing into his hand, blood oozing over the blade as he withdraws it. It smells like beer and there's a layer of frost over everything, quickly melting in the heat.
He raises his hand with a smile. "Hey, Lilah, Castiel."
An arc of lightning blasts out of the artifact to strike Novel, sending him flying.
"Yes - it's tradition." Castiel tells Lilah. "Deaf, so he hears no evil, mute, so he speaks no evil - but he sees evil, and so he may condemn it. Churches have employed people like him for centuries." Castiel's explanation comes in the wake of Lilah dragging Castiel off towards Novel, and his distraction there is near immediate. Spent at the blade he's playing with, and the greeting -- but gone immediately when an arch of lightning slams into Novel out of nowhere.
Windblown, with shining eyes and a look of absolute bliss on her face, Lilah saunters in with Castiel, saying as she walks, "Oh. I guess that makes sense. If it's a natural thing?" Then...
Of all the things for Lilah to walk in on - Novel being blatantly willing to self-harm. She shouldn't be surprised, and yet she still flinches and gasps. "Nov!" But despite the little, pained-sounding scold, it's mere moments before her attempt to wave at the fellow has her squeaking again as lightning strikes. "Bloody hell!" she grouses, letting go of Castiel, to run over and try to help Novel back to his feet.
Novel is leveraged, flung, and sent against the wall with a heavy SLAM against a well-built exterior wall, the building shaking and subtly revealing the metal that fortifies the inside. The beer bottle goes flying from a spasming hand. "Ouch." He mutters to himself, apparently none-the-worse for wear as the heel of his palm comes to rub his forehead and he squints up at the pair, waggling his dagger. His other hand reaches up, instinctively grasping for Lilah.
"Fuck you, dagger."
With a final burst of power the curse on a wooden dagger is broken.
Novels Decursing Attempt 250409
(Novel's decursing attempt)
[Sat Apr 5 2025]
At a Tropical Garden and Koi Pond
The front-yard garden is a vibrant, ever-growing paradise. A winding gravely gray stone pathway meanders through a sea of greenery, flanked by thick, velvety moss that thrives in the constant moisture. Towering banana plants and glossy-leafed philodendrons add tropical touch.
Clusters of ferns spill over the edges of flower beds, mingling with delicate impatiens and bright begonias that bloom in shades of pink, red, and orange. Alongside them, blue hydrangeas drink in water, their massive blooms shifting in hue with the soil's richness. A sprawling passionflower vine climbs the porch trellis, attracting hummingbirds and butterflies dance through the air.
At garden's center, the pathway splitting around it, a small koi pond reflects the ever-changing sky. Frogs and dragonflies find refuge along the edges, their presence adding to the garden's serene, living energy. Nearby, a cluster of fragrant gardenias perfume the air, their creamy white petals unfurling with the rising sun.
The soil is rich and damp from the moisture that's typical of the forest.
It is afternoon, about 70F(21C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey clouds in the sky. Ankle high mist flows through the area.
Novel says "Anyone awake? Got a cursed thing here."
Novel says "Anyone awake? Got a cursed thing here."
Novel says "Oh, nevermind."
Novel says "Was about to."
Novel says "Home, at the pond. I was just chilling here, I spotted something that looked like a weed and pulled it out. It wasn't a weed."
Novel dances the dagger between his fingers while he lazes on the lawn chair, sipping from a beer in the other - the greenery sprouting from the hilt, giving it the appearance of a weed and fooling the man who yanked it out and moved to throw it away. "Huh." He says, after a moment, his hand open as he gazes down at the blade. "So how difficult are YOU gonna be today?"
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
Novel sighs faintly as frost edges around the pond and the plants around wilt, the honest weather of Haven returning to the artifical and magically tropical warmth of the garden. He raises a hand up to press a freshly-cooled beer to his forehead. "So like that, huh?" He notes. "Don't like the landscape, huh?" As koi dart together, huddling in the middle and center of the pond to escape the misery.
And then he promptly takes his beer and dumps it all over the dagger.
The whole room shakes.
Novel produces a laugh, shaking his hand and the dagger, droplets of the sticky hopped liquid falling to the ground as his lawn chair is sent a-bouncin' while he jitters around. "What? What's wrong with a little drunkness? You need to relax. Life is all about change, isn't it? Things happening, creatures warping around it. I mean, fuck, your average banana is as unnatural as a set of railroad tracks. Maybe even moreso."
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
Novel slowly exhales as he sets aside an empty beer bottle with a 'clunk', holding aloft the sticky dagger. "C'mon, man. You showed that trick before," He chides the dagger. "Try something different, you know?" And then, just as callously, he takes the wooden blade and violently jams the thing into his hand, blood oozing over the blade as he withdraws it. It smells like beer and there's a layer of frost over everything, quickly melting in the heat.
He raises his hand with a smile. "Hey, Lilah, Castiel."
An arc of lightning blasts out of the artifact to strike Novel, sending him flying.
"Yes - it's tradition." Castiel tells Lilah. "Deaf, so he hears no evil, mute, so he speaks no evil - but he sees evil, and so he may condemn it. Churches have employed people like him for centuries." Castiel's explanation comes in the wake of Lilah dragging Castiel off towards Novel, and his distraction there is near immediate. Spent at the blade he's playing with, and the greeting -- but gone immediately when an arch of lightning slams into Novel out of nowhere.
Windblown, with shining eyes and a look of absolute bliss on her face, Lilah saunters in with Castiel, saying as she walks, "Oh. I guess that makes sense. If it's a natural thing?" Then...
Of all the things for Lilah to walk in on - Novel being blatantly willing to self-harm. She shouldn't be surprised, and yet she still flinches and gasps. "Nov!" But despite the little, pained-sounding scold, it's mere moments before her attempt to wave at the fellow has her squeaking again as lightning strikes. "Bloody hell!" she grouses, letting go of Castiel, to run over and try to help Novel back to his feet.
Novel is leveraged, flung, and sent against the wall with a heavy SLAM against a well-built exterior wall, the building shaking and subtly revealing the metal that fortifies the inside. The beer bottle goes flying from a spasming hand. "Ouch." He mutters to himself, apparently none-the-worse for wear as the heel of his palm comes to rub his forehead and he squints up at the pair, waggling his dagger. His other hand reaches up, instinctively grasping for Lilah.
"Fuck you, dagger."
With a final burst of power the curse on a wooden dagger is broken.