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(Ash's decursing attempt)
[Sat Nov 2 2024]
Outside Unit 204 on the Second Floor of the Elm Street Apartment Complex
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Ash says "Yo! "
Ash says "Mmm, right... I think Yana took the aquarium...."
Ash says "Which? Oh, my old bedroom."
Ash says "I couldn't take the furniture out because Yana had the place for sale already, so it would be considered 'stealing'. And what do you mean, go figure?"
Ash chuckles, crossing their arms as they run the cursed dagger through their fingers. "It was like this when I moved in... and just like you, didn't bother changing them. The room is already a whole vibe - it feels like a shame to change it, innit?"
Ash tilts their head before asking, "Why haven't you caught one in the forest, yet? They're rather abundant."
Ash taps a long brown finger to plush lips, golden green hazel eyes looking to the side as they think. "I *might* have a snake skeleton or two from my brief stint as a professor...."
Ash says "Make him the cutest that I've ever seen...."
Ash tilts their head to Sam. "Blood? For what?"
Ash says "You're welcome!"
Sam says "Curse-breaking. But You got the lead."
Ash places the dagger in the middle of the binding circles, then begins to summon witchfire. Will o wisps appear in pastel hues as each circled segment of the binding circle.
Ash points out to Sam, "You don't need to use blood for everything. There's different kinds of magic."
Sam mutters a few words, pressing the knife into the palm of his hand, coating the blade in his blood. He steps closer to the circle, looking to Ash, waiting patiently. "Only way I know. But fair." He lifts the blood-stained blade, closing his eyes as he mutters again.
Ash sighs as Sam cuts himself anyways. "Waisting blood... you're such a bad student. I could have used your help... but now you're doing something completely different." They scold him as he begins a different process to the one they've already started.
Sam lets out a sigh, and holds, looking at Ash expectantly. His wound has knitted itself shut. He goes quiet, and looks at Ash.
Ash doesn't change to follow his ritual, but continues with their own. "What's the point of what you're trying to do?" The question is asked less scolding, now, but in an instructors tone. They take off their boots.
An arc of lightning blasts out of the artifact to strike Ash, sending him flying.
Sam speaks curtly. "Right now? Channeling my energy. I ain't doing nothing to the ritual. Not un-- FUCK!" He steps aside, crouching low.
Ash begins mostly still, hands pressed together - until they're not. They fly over Sam's head, hitting a wall and crying out in pain. "Fuck! I hate that! Gods...." They take a moment before staggering to their feet, rubbing their back. "So, with curses, you want to use a miniscule amount of gate magic. There's as many ways to... fuck, I feel that bruise every time I move...." They walk back to the circle on tiptoes, long gray dreads flicked over their shoulder to give easier access to their back.
Sam nods his head, lowering his blade as he just looks at Ash work.
Ash tries again, palms together. "There's as many ways to battle a curse than there are ways to skin a cat." They smirk at that, a bit of nostalgia on their face. "But what I do is battle elements with elements, neutralize it, until it runs out of energy." They look to Sam as if waiting. And waiting... then, they realized that he can't just read their mind. "Stand opposite of me, and try to mirror their movements. You can put your knife away."
For several seconds the room grows painfully hot.
Sam slips the blade away, and stands opposite to Ash, looking at Ash's movements, a barely disguised glare on his face. Sweat trickles down his face as he gnashes his teeth in silence.
Ash takes a step clockwise, placing them exactly halfway between the next witchfire point and their starting point. They make a mudra, a sign with their hands and fingers, then take to steps widdershins, ending at a half point on the other side. They ask - not in the least bit sweaty or heated, "Why are you glaring at me?"
Sam silently follows the steps, at least, clearly out of his element a little. "Let's chat after finishing this." His eyes remain focussed, his lips twisted in a half-scowl as he makes a simular mudra, at least seemingly intent on following through with the ritual.
An arc of lightning blasts out of the artifact to strike Sam, sending him flying.
Ash nods, though their lips purse thoughtfully, their hazel eyes on Sam. "First was air and fire, so we go to this point, here." They take three steps, then make a pose with one foot lifted, and both hands in a pose. They wince, however, when the lightning strikes Sam, asking in their drawl, "You okay, Sam?"
Thud, thud, CRACKLE! Sam is sent flying halfway through a step, landing against a bed-post with a thud. He lets out a pained grunt, rubbing his shoulder as he pushes slowly to his feet, his body seemingly recovering quite handily from this strike. "Ain't nothing I ain't had before." He steps back to stand opposite to Ash, heavy footsteps following their movements.
Ash makes a grimace, but simply waits for Sam to return before moving again. "Then Fire, then Air and fire...."
Sam shivers a little, repeating Ash's movements, eyes on them, but mouth firmly shut. He proceeds to do as instructed, his teeshirt smoldering slightly where the lightning struck.
All metal objects in the room are suddenly tugged violently towards the artifact.
Ash frowns, shivering. "Why... I feel like... someone may be watching us? Or possessing... are my eyes blue?" They don't stop their movements, even after shivering, taking two steps clockwise, posing, then five steps backwards. Their face is in a frown, as they think over their arcane knowledge. "Mmm, you too?" They notice Sam's shiver - right before they're yanked forward. "MOTHERFUCK!"
Sam shifts his step slightly, and the knife, sheathed in it's holster, raddles as he takes two steps closer to the dagger in the middle. He just nods once. "Yeh." He doesn't further elaborate, instead opting to slowly stagger back, one eye squinted shut in concentration.
Ash jolts back, hands on their face, as their piercings and earrings punish them for wearing them. Blood trickles down from their ears, eyebrow, and nose, along with a groan. They return to the circle, finishing it off with a hemicircle. "Earth," they confirm irritably, ending the ritual with a few more gestures.
With a final burst of power the curse on a golden dagger is broken.
Sams Decursing Attempt 241103
(Ash's decursing attempt)
[Sat Nov 2 2024]
Outside Unit 204 on the Second Floor of the Elm Street Apartment Complex
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Ash says "Yo! "
Ash says "Mmm, right... I think Yana took the aquarium...."
Ash says "Which? Oh, my old bedroom."
Ash says "I couldn't take the furniture out because Yana had the place for sale already, so it would be considered 'stealing'. And what do you mean, go figure?"
Ash chuckles, crossing their arms as they run the cursed dagger through their fingers. "It was like this when I moved in... and just like you, didn't bother changing them. The room is already a whole vibe - it feels like a shame to change it, innit?"
Ash tilts their head before asking, "Why haven't you caught one in the forest, yet? They're rather abundant."
Ash taps a long brown finger to plush lips, golden green hazel eyes looking to the side as they think. "I *might* have a snake skeleton or two from my brief stint as a professor...."
Ash says "Make him the cutest that I've ever seen...."
Ash tilts their head to Sam. "Blood? For what?"
Ash says "You're welcome!"
Sam says "Curse-breaking. But You got the lead."
Ash places the dagger in the middle of the binding circles, then begins to summon witchfire. Will o wisps appear in pastel hues as each circled segment of the binding circle.
Ash points out to Sam, "You don't need to use blood for everything. There's different kinds of magic."
Sam mutters a few words, pressing the knife into the palm of his hand, coating the blade in his blood. He steps closer to the circle, looking to Ash, waiting patiently. "Only way I know. But fair." He lifts the blood-stained blade, closing his eyes as he mutters again.
Ash sighs as Sam cuts himself anyways. "Waisting blood... you're such a bad student. I could have used your help... but now you're doing something completely different." They scold him as he begins a different process to the one they've already started.
Sam lets out a sigh, and holds, looking at Ash expectantly. His wound has knitted itself shut. He goes quiet, and looks at Ash.
Ash doesn't change to follow his ritual, but continues with their own. "What's the point of what you're trying to do?" The question is asked less scolding, now, but in an instructors tone. They take off their boots.
An arc of lightning blasts out of the artifact to strike Ash, sending him flying.
Sam speaks curtly. "Right now? Channeling my energy. I ain't doing nothing to the ritual. Not un-- FUCK!" He steps aside, crouching low.
Ash begins mostly still, hands pressed together - until they're not. They fly over Sam's head, hitting a wall and crying out in pain. "Fuck! I hate that! Gods...." They take a moment before staggering to their feet, rubbing their back. "So, with curses, you want to use a miniscule amount of gate magic. There's as many ways to... fuck, I feel that bruise every time I move...." They walk back to the circle on tiptoes, long gray dreads flicked over their shoulder to give easier access to their back.
Sam nods his head, lowering his blade as he just looks at Ash work.
Ash tries again, palms together. "There's as many ways to battle a curse than there are ways to skin a cat." They smirk at that, a bit of nostalgia on their face. "But what I do is battle elements with elements, neutralize it, until it runs out of energy." They look to Sam as if waiting. And waiting... then, they realized that he can't just read their mind. "Stand opposite of me, and try to mirror their movements. You can put your knife away."
For several seconds the room grows painfully hot.
Sam slips the blade away, and stands opposite to Ash, looking at Ash's movements, a barely disguised glare on his face. Sweat trickles down his face as he gnashes his teeth in silence.
Ash takes a step clockwise, placing them exactly halfway between the next witchfire point and their starting point. They make a mudra, a sign with their hands and fingers, then take to steps widdershins, ending at a half point on the other side. They ask - not in the least bit sweaty or heated, "Why are you glaring at me?"
Sam silently follows the steps, at least, clearly out of his element a little. "Let's chat after finishing this." His eyes remain focussed, his lips twisted in a half-scowl as he makes a simular mudra, at least seemingly intent on following through with the ritual.
An arc of lightning blasts out of the artifact to strike Sam, sending him flying.
Ash nods, though their lips purse thoughtfully, their hazel eyes on Sam. "First was air and fire, so we go to this point, here." They take three steps, then make a pose with one foot lifted, and both hands in a pose. They wince, however, when the lightning strikes Sam, asking in their drawl, "You okay, Sam?"
Thud, thud, CRACKLE! Sam is sent flying halfway through a step, landing against a bed-post with a thud. He lets out a pained grunt, rubbing his shoulder as he pushes slowly to his feet, his body seemingly recovering quite handily from this strike. "Ain't nothing I ain't had before." He steps back to stand opposite to Ash, heavy footsteps following their movements.
Ash makes a grimace, but simply waits for Sam to return before moving again. "Then Fire, then Air and fire...."
Sam shivers a little, repeating Ash's movements, eyes on them, but mouth firmly shut. He proceeds to do as instructed, his teeshirt smoldering slightly where the lightning struck.
All metal objects in the room are suddenly tugged violently towards the artifact.
Ash frowns, shivering. "Why... I feel like... someone may be watching us? Or possessing... are my eyes blue?" They don't stop their movements, even after shivering, taking two steps clockwise, posing, then five steps backwards. Their face is in a frown, as they think over their arcane knowledge. "Mmm, you too?" They notice Sam's shiver - right before they're yanked forward. "MOTHERFUCK!"
Sam shifts his step slightly, and the knife, sheathed in it's holster, raddles as he takes two steps closer to the dagger in the middle. He just nods once. "Yeh." He doesn't further elaborate, instead opting to slowly stagger back, one eye squinted shut in concentration.
Ash jolts back, hands on their face, as their piercings and earrings punish them for wearing them. Blood trickles down from their ears, eyebrow, and nose, along with a groan. They return to the circle, finishing it off with a hemicircle. "Earth," they confirm irritably, ending the ritual with a few more gestures.
With a final burst of power the curse on a golden dagger is broken.