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(Antoinette's decursing attempt)
[Mon Apr 28 2025]
In the bowels of SLUDGEFUKK
Now you've done it.
Past the metal security door lies a dismal space, resembling some manner of basement more than an aboveground dwelling. The only light source seems to be from flickering aged fluorescent bulbs; they would make a grating hum, if it wasn't for the wall of noise that filled the space otherwise. On the right, entering in, is a bar made of scrap materials such as cinderblocks and cargo pallets. The majority of the space is taken up by a rather improvised dance floor, the black linoleum tiling worn away by the endless stomp of steel-toed boots into a ragged ocean of concrete underneath.
A wall of sound fills the entire area, regardless of whether a band is playing or not. A shitty PA system roars out tunes best described as abysmal and hostile to life as we know it; chugging guitars, screaming, growled vocals, and savage breakdowns punctuate every motion in the room in an endless repeat. It was nearly impossible to make out any noise -other- than that hellish cacophony; one has to yell to people standing right next to them in order to have a conversation. This is likely by design.
Ahead of the doorway, and past the mosh pit, is the main stage.
To the left of the doorway is a single door, labeled, "RESTRUM". A note tacked to the door reads, 'put your fuckin needles in the trash im done cleanin them up'. Lovely.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Novel raises his chin in greeting to Antoinette. "Hey, Toni." As he raises his golden necklace, waggling it. "Been too fucking long! We'll see if someone else shows up," As he leans down to wrap her with a one-armed hug. "How've you been?"
"No! I didn't! That's awesome," Novel answers Antoinette with cheer, ignoring the glinting, golden thing glued to his hand in the nightmare of a room and violence going on around them, having to raise his voice to shouting to even be heard through the raw wall of noise. "Good on you, and hey, looks like things are settling down fucking nicely for you, huh?"
Antoinette exposes her arcane focus in preparation for assisting Novel with the necklace. "They really are. About fucking time!" She laughs. "Still a lot to do but, all good things."
Growing air pressure makes your ear's pop uncomfortably and deadens all sound.
Gliding in, Edith nods to Novel and Antoinette as she makes austensively for the bar, phone in hand and texting, simply expecting people to move out of her way, and forcing them when that doesn't work. "I see you have it largely in hand."
Novel release Antoinette, nodding at Edith. "Huh. Looks like someone else heard this fucking thing too!" He crows over the crowd, his height and his position allowing him to see - and then he twists his head to one side, wincing as it all becomes muted and cranking his voice up another level. "MOSTLY!" He calls back. "Let's get another thing done, then, Toni."
As the air pressure changes, Antoinette grimaces, lifting a hand to wave to Edith and nods to Novel, "Let's do it!" Shouting, and likely regretting it. Poor ears. Alas. She turns her focus toward the necklace.
Ears popping, Edith grimaces; It's less physical and more of a feeling, and so Edith makes her way over to Novel and Antoinette to look at the issue in hand.
Novel waggles the necklace, threatening - but not threatening AT anyone. Except the jewelery in question, of which he has an abundance of malice. "Man, these STUPID fucking thing always running around causing crazy dumbass problems."
For several seconds the room grows painfully hot.
Sending another text, Edith nods. "They do that." An arcane focus is produced, held in her off-hand loosely; Antoinette appears to have it all in hand.
As if the natural heat of just being in the crowd wasn't bad enough. Antoinette's skin turns a very light shade of pink from the free roasting as she brings up a hand, making a few motions. in the air, over the necklace and saying a few words in Gaelic.
Somehow, Edith doesn't notice the head increase.
Edith doesn't notice the heat, either
Neither aiding Antoinette or hindering, Edith mentions conversationally, regarding the necklace in Novel's hand with a casual disinterest, "I hear you have a lich issue in the Gard Realm."
Novel winces a little, his hand tightening around the metal as his own features turn more ruddy, though he seems disinclined - or more accurately, unable - to release the gold from his hand, leaving indents in the metal as he squeezes, though he holds it steady. "Lich issue?"
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
Novel is thankfully wearing sunglasses, and this whole room is an auditory-visual sensual disaster. He doesn't even flinch.
Edith is thankfully wearing sunglasses, so only catches the edge of the flash. "It does appear so."
Antoinette nods some to Edith between chanting, "Something connected to it at at least." She lifts her other arm to try and shield her eyes from the blinding light. "Some kind of fuckery going on in Northgard. Have a few people going out on Friday afternoon to investigate it. Welcome to join them if you're around."
"I see, I see." Edith nods. "If I am able, I have no objection."
"You just wanna disassemble it to see how it works, don't you," Novel snarks easily to Edith. "Well, if you want me to show up and hit things, I can try, Toni. No promises about how reliable I'll be on showing up, my time-table's been all kind of fucked recently."
"I'll reach out to you both when the group's about to set off and see if you're available." Antoinette offers. A few more symbols air drawn over the necklace mixed with more Gaelic chanting. It's totally doing something.
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
Novel suddenly slams the necklace down - violently - on the the fridge-portion of the scrapmetal bar, adding further to the dings and scratches and dents to it with a BANG BANG BANG. "Knock it off you little shit!"
"I would rather it gone, as a matter of fact." Edith counters, gesturing with her focus, a dagger-- Not the usual, suggesting there may be multiples about her person. "Lichs are rather annoying and their deleterious diseased nature thins the cattle. A problem for everyone. I also have interest in identifying if I am a better arcanist than some corpse with ideas of grandiosity." The irony of that statement doesn't escape even Edith, perhaps it was a joke. The lack of heat, she doesn't notice either, not until Novel and Antoinette's breath mists in the air.
Antoinette seems to wind down her ritual with a few more words spoken, apparently confident that along with Novel's own flair on things, it'll be handled momentarily. Also it's cold as fuck, but at least it's only for a few seconds.
With a final burst of power the curse on a golden necklace is broken.
Eli hurries off fast.
Casually walking in with no regard for personal safety and or privacy, Edith nods to Ezra. "I have a test for you." Presenting a ring, Edith holds it up between thumb and forefinger.
Looking over only as Ezra mentions that, Edith shrugs a shoulder. "Your manhood is not embarrassing. I would not worry overly much over such things. If you had not found something to wear, I would have suggested removing something to make you feel more at ease."
"I can see how it could unman many of the other gentlemen in this house." Edith agrees, gesturing to Ezra. "When ready. We shall consider this a teaching endevor- If I had been on fae or wolf, I would likely consider jumping your bones, in fact, were we not in White Oak."
Ezra dips his head politely, "Thank you for the complement, Doctor Rose." He squints a moment and then heads over to his desk to get his own bag of tricks, various slivers of materials, magical artifacts. A go-bag for magical issues, if you will.""
The whole room shakes.
Ezra bounces a little when the building quakes and squints at the silver ring angerly. "Oh that is how this is going to go," he muses to Edith and the ring. "It is one of those. Cursed items are so facinating, really something that should be leveraged more but, alas, they aren't."
"If Maeve were to invite you to her bed I can see her being rather pleased." Edith notes, watching Ezra begin to work. "Basic curse removal, so this is more so for me to see how you would address its breaking than for credit or adjudication." Resuming from where she left off, she adds, "She is a lovely woman and if boosoms are your interest, I think you should not find disapointment." It's clinicle, casual, and delivered without inflection.
moving to sit on Ezra's bed without invite to avoid dealing with the shaking room and its inconvenience, Edith nods. "Curses are rarely used. Neither are hexes. A shame. Though I do have an item I intend on cursing for someone at some point."
Growing air pressure makes your ear's pop uncomfortably and deadens all sound.
Grimacing at the growing air pressure, Edith hisses, very inhumanly at the ring, observing Ezra and his actions.
Ezra yawns as his ears pop, shaking his head to regain focus. "Sorry about that," he says trying to impress her as the cursed object wages on. He takes a small vial of something out of his case and sprinkles it on the ring. "What hex are you thinking about using, Doctor?"
"That in lays the rub, really." Edith goes on as if nothing just took place, a nod on Ezra. "I have no need to hex anyone. They all do what I wish without me going to the effort, though I suppose I could imprint loyalty or something more entertaining."
An arc of lightning blasts out of the artifact to strike Ezra, sending him flying.
Ezra goes tumbling back towards the wall and hits it with a "Ooph" sliding down a moment. He takes a second to catche his breat and then fiddles with the ruins on his own ring. Not a sorcerer but a little black magic never hurt anyone, he figures as he reaches out with his hand and mind to fight back with the thing what sent him flying in the first place.
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
Wearing sunglasses, Edith isn't all that bothered by the light-- Clearly retribution from the ring at Ezra trying to fight it, thought still, Edith lets him handle it independently. Likewise, the electrisity didn't bother Edith, and so it's not Edith's problem.
With a final burst of power the curse on a silver ring is broken.
Novels Decursing Attempt 250429
(Antoinette's decursing attempt)
[Mon Apr 28 2025]
In the bowels of SLUDGEFUKK
Now you've done it.
Past the metal security door lies a dismal space, resembling some manner of basement more than an aboveground dwelling. The only light source seems to be from flickering aged fluorescent bulbs; they would make a grating hum, if it wasn't for the wall of noise that filled the space otherwise. On the right, entering in, is a bar made of scrap materials such as cinderblocks and cargo pallets. The majority of the space is taken up by a rather improvised dance floor, the black linoleum tiling worn away by the endless stomp of steel-toed boots into a ragged ocean of concrete underneath.
A wall of sound fills the entire area, regardless of whether a band is playing or not. A shitty PA system roars out tunes best described as abysmal and hostile to life as we know it; chugging guitars, screaming, growled vocals, and savage breakdowns punctuate every motion in the room in an endless repeat. It was nearly impossible to make out any noise -other- than that hellish cacophony; one has to yell to people standing right next to them in order to have a conversation. This is likely by design.
Ahead of the doorway, and past the mosh pit, is the main stage.
To the left of the doorway is a single door, labeled, "RESTRUM". A note tacked to the door reads, 'put your fuckin needles in the trash im done cleanin them up'. Lovely.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Novel raises his chin in greeting to Antoinette. "Hey, Toni." As he raises his golden necklace, waggling it. "Been too fucking long! We'll see if someone else shows up," As he leans down to wrap her with a one-armed hug. "How've you been?"
"No! I didn't! That's awesome," Novel answers Antoinette with cheer, ignoring the glinting, golden thing glued to his hand in the nightmare of a room and violence going on around them, having to raise his voice to shouting to even be heard through the raw wall of noise. "Good on you, and hey, looks like things are settling down fucking nicely for you, huh?"
Antoinette exposes her arcane focus in preparation for assisting Novel with the necklace. "They really are. About fucking time!" She laughs. "Still a lot to do but, all good things."
Growing air pressure makes your ear's pop uncomfortably and deadens all sound.
Gliding in, Edith nods to Novel and Antoinette as she makes austensively for the bar, phone in hand and texting, simply expecting people to move out of her way, and forcing them when that doesn't work. "I see you have it largely in hand."
Novel release Antoinette, nodding at Edith. "Huh. Looks like someone else heard this fucking thing too!" He crows over the crowd, his height and his position allowing him to see - and then he twists his head to one side, wincing as it all becomes muted and cranking his voice up another level. "MOSTLY!" He calls back. "Let's get another thing done, then, Toni."
As the air pressure changes, Antoinette grimaces, lifting a hand to wave to Edith and nods to Novel, "Let's do it!" Shouting, and likely regretting it. Poor ears. Alas. She turns her focus toward the necklace.
Ears popping, Edith grimaces; It's less physical and more of a feeling, and so Edith makes her way over to Novel and Antoinette to look at the issue in hand.
Novel waggles the necklace, threatening - but not threatening AT anyone. Except the jewelery in question, of which he has an abundance of malice. "Man, these STUPID fucking thing always running around causing crazy dumbass problems."
For several seconds the room grows painfully hot.
Sending another text, Edith nods. "They do that." An arcane focus is produced, held in her off-hand loosely; Antoinette appears to have it all in hand.
As if the natural heat of just being in the crowd wasn't bad enough. Antoinette's skin turns a very light shade of pink from the free roasting as she brings up a hand, making a few motions. in the air, over the necklace and saying a few words in Gaelic.
Somehow, Edith doesn't notice the head increase.
Edith doesn't notice the heat, either
Neither aiding Antoinette or hindering, Edith mentions conversationally, regarding the necklace in Novel's hand with a casual disinterest, "I hear you have a lich issue in the Gard Realm."
Novel winces a little, his hand tightening around the metal as his own features turn more ruddy, though he seems disinclined - or more accurately, unable - to release the gold from his hand, leaving indents in the metal as he squeezes, though he holds it steady. "Lich issue?"
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
Novel is thankfully wearing sunglasses, and this whole room is an auditory-visual sensual disaster. He doesn't even flinch.
Edith is thankfully wearing sunglasses, so only catches the edge of the flash. "It does appear so."
Antoinette nods some to Edith between chanting, "Something connected to it at at least." She lifts her other arm to try and shield her eyes from the blinding light. "Some kind of fuckery going on in Northgard. Have a few people going out on Friday afternoon to investigate it. Welcome to join them if you're around."
"I see, I see." Edith nods. "If I am able, I have no objection."
"You just wanna disassemble it to see how it works, don't you," Novel snarks easily to Edith. "Well, if you want me to show up and hit things, I can try, Toni. No promises about how reliable I'll be on showing up, my time-table's been all kind of fucked recently."
"I'll reach out to you both when the group's about to set off and see if you're available." Antoinette offers. A few more symbols air drawn over the necklace mixed with more Gaelic chanting. It's totally doing something.
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
Novel suddenly slams the necklace down - violently - on the the fridge-portion of the scrapmetal bar, adding further to the dings and scratches and dents to it with a BANG BANG BANG. "Knock it off you little shit!"
"I would rather it gone, as a matter of fact." Edith counters, gesturing with her focus, a dagger-- Not the usual, suggesting there may be multiples about her person. "Lichs are rather annoying and their deleterious diseased nature thins the cattle. A problem for everyone. I also have interest in identifying if I am a better arcanist than some corpse with ideas of grandiosity." The irony of that statement doesn't escape even Edith, perhaps it was a joke. The lack of heat, she doesn't notice either, not until Novel and Antoinette's breath mists in the air.
Antoinette seems to wind down her ritual with a few more words spoken, apparently confident that along with Novel's own flair on things, it'll be handled momentarily. Also it's cold as fuck, but at least it's only for a few seconds.
With a final burst of power the curse on a golden necklace is broken.
Eli hurries off fast.
Casually walking in with no regard for personal safety and or privacy, Edith nods to Ezra. "I have a test for you." Presenting a ring, Edith holds it up between thumb and forefinger.
Looking over only as Ezra mentions that, Edith shrugs a shoulder. "Your manhood is not embarrassing. I would not worry overly much over such things. If you had not found something to wear, I would have suggested removing something to make you feel more at ease."
"I can see how it could unman many of the other gentlemen in this house." Edith agrees, gesturing to Ezra. "When ready. We shall consider this a teaching endevor- If I had been on fae or wolf, I would likely consider jumping your bones, in fact, were we not in White Oak."
Ezra dips his head politely, "Thank you for the complement, Doctor Rose." He squints a moment and then heads over to his desk to get his own bag of tricks, various slivers of materials, magical artifacts. A go-bag for magical issues, if you will.""
The whole room shakes.
Ezra bounces a little when the building quakes and squints at the silver ring angerly. "Oh that is how this is going to go," he muses to Edith and the ring. "It is one of those. Cursed items are so facinating, really something that should be leveraged more but, alas, they aren't."
"If Maeve were to invite you to her bed I can see her being rather pleased." Edith notes, watching Ezra begin to work. "Basic curse removal, so this is more so for me to see how you would address its breaking than for credit or adjudication." Resuming from where she left off, she adds, "She is a lovely woman and if boosoms are your interest, I think you should not find disapointment." It's clinicle, casual, and delivered without inflection.
moving to sit on Ezra's bed without invite to avoid dealing with the shaking room and its inconvenience, Edith nods. "Curses are rarely used. Neither are hexes. A shame. Though I do have an item I intend on cursing for someone at some point."
Growing air pressure makes your ear's pop uncomfortably and deadens all sound.
Grimacing at the growing air pressure, Edith hisses, very inhumanly at the ring, observing Ezra and his actions.
Ezra yawns as his ears pop, shaking his head to regain focus. "Sorry about that," he says trying to impress her as the cursed object wages on. He takes a small vial of something out of his case and sprinkles it on the ring. "What hex are you thinking about using, Doctor?"
"That in lays the rub, really." Edith goes on as if nothing just took place, a nod on Ezra. "I have no need to hex anyone. They all do what I wish without me going to the effort, though I suppose I could imprint loyalty or something more entertaining."
An arc of lightning blasts out of the artifact to strike Ezra, sending him flying.
Ezra goes tumbling back towards the wall and hits it with a "Ooph" sliding down a moment. He takes a second to catche his breat and then fiddles with the ruins on his own ring. Not a sorcerer but a little black magic never hurt anyone, he figures as he reaches out with his hand and mind to fight back with the thing what sent him flying in the first place.
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
Wearing sunglasses, Edith isn't all that bothered by the light-- Clearly retribution from the ring at Ezra trying to fight it, thought still, Edith lets him handle it independently. Likewise, the electrisity didn't bother Edith, and so it's not Edith's problem.
With a final burst of power the curse on a silver ring is broken.