Patrollogs
(Eric's decursing attempt)
[Sun Nov 10 2024]
At the Intersection of Elm Street and Paine Avenue
It is after dusk, about 46F(7C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. It's raining. There is a waxing gibbous moon.
Eric says "I... GUess, fam."
Sam says "Oh! "
Sam says "Could use one more to assist a de-cursing. Elm Street Apartments. 204."
Sam says "Mostly? Follow my lead. "
Sam says "It'd be a good lesson in ritualism, yeh? C'mon."
"If he's not down.. Let's maybe- not quite, fam." Eric casts Seth something of a dubious eye
Sam says, with a nod, "Aight. "
Sam says "Lemme make some calls."
Sam says, with a scoff, "Hand of course fuckin' no shows. As is tradition."
Eric says, blandly, "Apparently."
Sam says "Always busy. Ash, classic, classic."
Sam says "Lemme ask Novel. He's solid."
Sam says "Let's get somewhere a little out in the open, maybe some randoms will feel it."
Eric says "I- what?"
Eric says "She's out innawoods. 'Checking on things.'"
Sam says "Fiona's on the way."
Eric exhales, murmuring, "Nice- alright. Got time after all."
Sam says "Aight, leggo."
Sam takes a hold of the wooden ring, and nods to Fiona. "Preference fer method?" He seems to brace himself, clasping his hand around the human finger-bone around his neck, strung to a silver cord.
"Sup, fam." Eric rears his head to nod on over Fiona's way. "Hope it ain't too big a deal in the grand scheme of busy-ass days." Still, he ends up looking to Sam, and does not interrupt any ritual proceedings
Fiona takes the opportunity to look around the rooms as they head through, but she shakes her head. "If it was a big deal, I wouldn't have tried," she says, closing her umbrella and putting it away. "Wood," she says with a grimace. "Once living, now dead and corrupted. You'll want a purifying ritual, in my opinion, but what were you thinking?"
Sam just chuckles a little. "I'll be real? I mostly do consuming the power. Maybe a bit of both? Ya draw out the corruption, I ask it to be consumed?"
He steps over to stand at one of the points of the triangle near the western wall, nodding to Eric. "Just do what feels right, aight?" He grins lopsidedly at Fiona. "He's learning."
"I feel a lot less in these fucking places than either of you do," Eric responds in a quiet murmur, even as he does move for his third of that triangle. Glancing over at Fiona, he then says, ".. But I'll take advice if you've got it, yeah."
All metal objects in the room are suddenly tugged violently towards the artifact.
"You entirely sure that's not a void creature that you're dealing with?" Fiona asks Sam as she looks up at him, then says, "Clear an area around it. I'm going old-school," even as she grimaces as several piercings are yanked toward the ring, a sharp, short cry coming from her. "Fuck you," she snaps, rubbing at her face and chest briefly. Then she brings up a small ampoule of dark red liquid, breaking the top, and starts to paint a ritualistic pentagram on the floor, the smell of copper in the air.
Eric clasps a pocket, just making well sure his phone doesn't go flying. He frowns, and mutters in quite low a voice, and above all gives Fiona plenty space to work, exhaling before shaking his head. ".. Reports of the whole void thing are.. Greatly overstated anyway."
Sam staggers some as metal is pulled towards the ring in his hand. "Yeh. Longer story later." He nods, holding his hand forward, stepping onto the pentagram. He takes out his bowie knife, and slices it across his palm, dark scarlet droplets of blood oozing over the ring.
"People need to talk less shit about shit they don't understand." He speaks, then adds, in a lower voice as he closes his eyes. "I hate gossips." He clasps his hand around the finger that ring is on, seemingly focussing his hate onto the tip of that finger. A hand goes up to the ear-piece under his cap.
Sam says "Need has been fulfilled. Going off comms. "
Sam says, half under his breath, "Late as usual."
"No, they sure fucking aren't," Fiona tells Eric with a brief glance as she finishes painting the last runes and glyphs that she's working with. "Void is real and dangerous, it just hasn't extended far into Haven. Talk for a later day." She turns toward Eric, fully, then. "You sit across from me, hold my hands, we'll chant and give Sam room and opportunity to do his thing."
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
"Please do. Love to learn. And- what Sam said.. A lil' for him to teach." Eric argues no further beyond this, and he motions to settle on down before Fiona, folding up some stupid long legs before stretching out his arms, offering both of them, palm-up, right over towards Fiona
Sam says "On comms now. Yeh?"
Sam says "Yeh, once we are done with the ring. But I reckon he's up, then, yeh. "
Fiona pauses, then says, "I'll finish this. Leave the ring. I'm in no fighting condition."
Sam looks entirely annoyed. "Eric, gear up. Your fuckin' girl got kidnapped." He turns to Fiona, and winces. "Think we might have to hustle this. Think ya can?" He closes his eyes some, and nods. "Halfway done."
"Yeah, I'll handle it. It won't be as clean, but -- you two go," Fiona says, nodding.
Sam says "On our way. "
Eric says, squinting at the bag, "Fucking-"
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
Ash says "Oh, great."
Eric says "Mm-hm. "
Sam says "Wilds gate?"
Ash says "Yeah, lemme see if I can get my Van, though."
Ash says "Just a moment, want to ride with us?"
Sam says "My ride is faster."
Sam says "We'll meetcha at the gate."
There's, if anything, a sigh of relief from Fiona when Sam and Eric head out on the rescue mission, and she's left alone with the ring. A small cut to her hand made by a fang that slides out of her mouth, and she presses it to the ring below. "Life and death in one. We have a lot in common, don't we, little ring?" she asks, her voice low. "Mistress Madness," she starts to chant. "Life in the deep. Nightmare made reality. Hear my prayer. Hear my prayer. Hear my prayer." Arcane energy starts to crackle around her, popping in the Nightmare.
Sam says "Fuckin' hurries me up, then dicks around forever. I'll try to be professional, yeh? For Penny's sake."
Eric says ".. That's fine! I /do still/ appreciate this, fam, always and ever"
As the outside power is called upon, the blonde hair of Fiona starts to rise from her skin with static electricity, her body falling still as attempts be human are forgotten. "The spirit of this item has succumbed to your curse, trapped in its eternal shell. I offer her to you. I offer her to you. I offer her to you," she murmurs, her hand going to her chest, head bowing. "Mistress Madness, take that which is like you, take that which is yours."
Eric says "Loud'n fucking clear, fam."
Sam says "At the gate. Vindicta just went in. "
An arc of lightning blasts out of the artifact to strike Sam, sending him flying.
Sam says "uh.. "
Eric says "Uh? "
"To the Void, I gift this soul. From the void, I request nothing but clarity, the ability to see a little more past the flimsy fabric of this flimsy world we live upon," Fiona whispers, her hand coming up to cling at her ankh. "I ask for the nightmares that reveal the lies, the terror that will make me understand." The ring lifts from the floor, twisting in place with its own energy, though the power and prayers of one young, weak arcanist are hardly as strong as the group's were.
Sam says "There we go. I forgot to have the compass."
Sam says "ETA? Lotsa movement in the wilds, so standing by at the portal."
Sam says, with a nod, "Stormcaller. Girl's Eric's girlfriend, so glad to have ya here."
Eric glances at the sky with a grunt, but says nothing at all.
Eric says, then, "Glad to have you here too, 'course."
Elias says "Was the woman recovered? I flew through the Wilds with June, no sightings."
Sam says "Ash is on their way."
Sam says "FUCKIN "
"Mistress Madness, the soul of the ring begs for freedom, begs for relief," Fiona chants. "Give her freedom from what she is. Release her to fill your ever-aching hunger." The lights dim, the pipes hiss, and anything loose in the room begins to clutter as arcane energy grows to heights -- and what might be a tiny, tiny slit in reality opens.
Sam says "Welp. Fuckin ay."
Sam paces back and forth, looking down at his phone.
Fiona chants, the slit seals, and the ring clatters to the floor as the room returns back to its normal state, the storm raging outside, and the blood spread on the ground dissolving into air.
Sams Decursing Attempt 241111
(Eric's decursing attempt)
[Sun Nov 10 2024]
At the Intersection of Elm Street and Paine Avenue
It is after dusk, about 46F(7C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. It's raining. There is a waxing gibbous moon.
Eric says "I... GUess, fam."
Sam says "Oh! "
Sam says "Could use one more to assist a de-cursing. Elm Street Apartments. 204."
Sam says "Mostly? Follow my lead. "
Sam says "It'd be a good lesson in ritualism, yeh? C'mon."
"If he's not down.. Let's maybe- not quite, fam." Eric casts Seth something of a dubious eye
Sam says, with a nod, "Aight. "
Sam says "Lemme make some calls."
Sam says, with a scoff, "Hand of course fuckin' no shows. As is tradition."
Eric says, blandly, "Apparently."
Sam says "Always busy. Ash, classic, classic."
Sam says "Lemme ask Novel. He's solid."
Sam says "Let's get somewhere a little out in the open, maybe some randoms will feel it."
Eric says "I- what?"
Eric says "She's out innawoods. 'Checking on things.'"
Sam says "Fiona's on the way."
Eric exhales, murmuring, "Nice- alright. Got time after all."
Sam says "Aight, leggo."
Sam takes a hold of the wooden ring, and nods to Fiona. "Preference fer method?" He seems to brace himself, clasping his hand around the human finger-bone around his neck, strung to a silver cord.
"Sup, fam." Eric rears his head to nod on over Fiona's way. "Hope it ain't too big a deal in the grand scheme of busy-ass days." Still, he ends up looking to Sam, and does not interrupt any ritual proceedings
Fiona takes the opportunity to look around the rooms as they head through, but she shakes her head. "If it was a big deal, I wouldn't have tried," she says, closing her umbrella and putting it away. "Wood," she says with a grimace. "Once living, now dead and corrupted. You'll want a purifying ritual, in my opinion, but what were you thinking?"
Sam just chuckles a little. "I'll be real? I mostly do consuming the power. Maybe a bit of both? Ya draw out the corruption, I ask it to be consumed?"
He steps over to stand at one of the points of the triangle near the western wall, nodding to Eric. "Just do what feels right, aight?" He grins lopsidedly at Fiona. "He's learning."
"I feel a lot less in these fucking places than either of you do," Eric responds in a quiet murmur, even as he does move for his third of that triangle. Glancing over at Fiona, he then says, ".. But I'll take advice if you've got it, yeah."
All metal objects in the room are suddenly tugged violently towards the artifact.
"You entirely sure that's not a void creature that you're dealing with?" Fiona asks Sam as she looks up at him, then says, "Clear an area around it. I'm going old-school," even as she grimaces as several piercings are yanked toward the ring, a sharp, short cry coming from her. "Fuck you," she snaps, rubbing at her face and chest briefly. Then she brings up a small ampoule of dark red liquid, breaking the top, and starts to paint a ritualistic pentagram on the floor, the smell of copper in the air.
Eric clasps a pocket, just making well sure his phone doesn't go flying. He frowns, and mutters in quite low a voice, and above all gives Fiona plenty space to work, exhaling before shaking his head. ".. Reports of the whole void thing are.. Greatly overstated anyway."
Sam staggers some as metal is pulled towards the ring in his hand. "Yeh. Longer story later." He nods, holding his hand forward, stepping onto the pentagram. He takes out his bowie knife, and slices it across his palm, dark scarlet droplets of blood oozing over the ring.
"People need to talk less shit about shit they don't understand." He speaks, then adds, in a lower voice as he closes his eyes. "I hate gossips." He clasps his hand around the finger that ring is on, seemingly focussing his hate onto the tip of that finger. A hand goes up to the ear-piece under his cap.
Sam says "Need has been fulfilled. Going off comms. "
Sam says, half under his breath, "Late as usual."
"No, they sure fucking aren't," Fiona tells Eric with a brief glance as she finishes painting the last runes and glyphs that she's working with. "Void is real and dangerous, it just hasn't extended far into Haven. Talk for a later day." She turns toward Eric, fully, then. "You sit across from me, hold my hands, we'll chant and give Sam room and opportunity to do his thing."
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
"Please do. Love to learn. And- what Sam said.. A lil' for him to teach." Eric argues no further beyond this, and he motions to settle on down before Fiona, folding up some stupid long legs before stretching out his arms, offering both of them, palm-up, right over towards Fiona
Sam says "On comms now. Yeh?"
Sam says "Yeh, once we are done with the ring. But I reckon he's up, then, yeh. "
Fiona pauses, then says, "I'll finish this. Leave the ring. I'm in no fighting condition."
Sam looks entirely annoyed. "Eric, gear up. Your fuckin' girl got kidnapped." He turns to Fiona, and winces. "Think we might have to hustle this. Think ya can?" He closes his eyes some, and nods. "Halfway done."
"Yeah, I'll handle it. It won't be as clean, but -- you two go," Fiona says, nodding.
Sam says "On our way. "
Eric says, squinting at the bag, "Fucking-"
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
Ash says "Oh, great."
Eric says "Mm-hm. "
Sam says "Wilds gate?"
Ash says "Yeah, lemme see if I can get my Van, though."
Ash says "Just a moment, want to ride with us?"
Sam says "My ride is faster."
Sam says "We'll meetcha at the gate."
There's, if anything, a sigh of relief from Fiona when Sam and Eric head out on the rescue mission, and she's left alone with the ring. A small cut to her hand made by a fang that slides out of her mouth, and she presses it to the ring below. "Life and death in one. We have a lot in common, don't we, little ring?" she asks, her voice low. "Mistress Madness," she starts to chant. "Life in the deep. Nightmare made reality. Hear my prayer. Hear my prayer. Hear my prayer." Arcane energy starts to crackle around her, popping in the Nightmare.
Sam says "Fuckin' hurries me up, then dicks around forever. I'll try to be professional, yeh? For Penny's sake."
Eric says ".. That's fine! I /do still/ appreciate this, fam, always and ever"
As the outside power is called upon, the blonde hair of Fiona starts to rise from her skin with static electricity, her body falling still as attempts be human are forgotten. "The spirit of this item has succumbed to your curse, trapped in its eternal shell. I offer her to you. I offer her to you. I offer her to you," she murmurs, her hand going to her chest, head bowing. "Mistress Madness, take that which is like you, take that which is yours."
Eric says "Loud'n fucking clear, fam."
Sam says "At the gate. Vindicta just went in. "
An arc of lightning blasts out of the artifact to strike Sam, sending him flying.
Sam says "uh.. "
Eric says "Uh? "
"To the Void, I gift this soul. From the void, I request nothing but clarity, the ability to see a little more past the flimsy fabric of this flimsy world we live upon," Fiona whispers, her hand coming up to cling at her ankh. "I ask for the nightmares that reveal the lies, the terror that will make me understand." The ring lifts from the floor, twisting in place with its own energy, though the power and prayers of one young, weak arcanist are hardly as strong as the group's were.
Sam says "There we go. I forgot to have the compass."
Sam says "ETA? Lotsa movement in the wilds, so standing by at the portal."
Sam says, with a nod, "Stormcaller. Girl's Eric's girlfriend, so glad to have ya here."
Eric glances at the sky with a grunt, but says nothing at all.
Eric says, then, "Glad to have you here too, 'course."
Elias says "Was the woman recovered? I flew through the Wilds with June, no sightings."
Sam says "Ash is on their way."
Sam says "FUCKIN "
"Mistress Madness, the soul of the ring begs for freedom, begs for relief," Fiona chants. "Give her freedom from what she is. Release her to fill your ever-aching hunger." The lights dim, the pipes hiss, and anything loose in the room begins to clutter as arcane energy grows to heights -- and what might be a tiny, tiny slit in reality opens.
Sam says "Welp. Fuckin ay."
Sam paces back and forth, looking down at his phone.
Fiona chants, the slit seals, and the ring clatters to the floor as the room returns back to its normal state, the storm raging outside, and the blood spread on the ground dissolving into air.