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(Sam's decursing attempt)
[Fri Jan 17 2025]
In a red, worn sportbike
junker sportsbike
This sportsbike has perhaps seen better days.
While it is in drivable state, it's clear from the rust and the scratches, that it's been used.
The only newer thing on it, is a decal of an ourobouros, which goes around the middle frame.
|410 AL5|
It is after dusk, about 34F(1C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waning gibbous moon.
Sam says "Anyone available for a de-cursing? Trove basement, if so."
Sam says "We can do the tried and true novel method. "
Sam says "It's yelling at the curse until it fucks off. Yeh, basically."
Sam says "You can then subtly announce your displeasure with it."
Sam says "Appriciate ya!"
Sam says "Hey there."
Victoria says "Hey, smelly magic user."
Sam says "Hey nice smelling uh... furry? "
Sam smirks lopsidedly, sticking his tongue out at Victoria
Victoria snickers at Sam. "Where's the thing I need to voice displeasure with?"
Sam says "Right here. Let's see if others are coming, and if nah, let's just begin."
"Right, we're going to yell at a ring then?" Victoria blinks a bit. "I'm not at all convinced this will work, you know." Chewing her lip, she narrows her eyes slightly. "I'll need fifteen showers afterward. Can we call it payment for the help with the house?" A mischievous grin is given to Sam along with an innocent look.
"Ya know? Sure." Sam nods to Victoria. "It's basically... It's a way to channel your dislike of magic. You can growl at it, or like..." He grins. "I stabbed the ground, once, just having a therapy sesh with it when I were going through something. It's about the psychic resonance of your intent, yeh?" Sam magic nerds at Victoria.
"Uh-huh," Victoria does not sound at all convinced, eyeballing Sam. "I'll resonate it just fine, I think."
"It's... ya know how we feed off of pain and anger and fear?" Sam looks to Victoria, gesturing with that ring.
"Yep," Victoria replies, taking a cautious inhale of the surroundings and wrinkling her nose. Her arms cross over her chest. "I know about that."
"It's like that. But ya direct it at the curse, to break it." Sam grabs his knife, and cuts his palm open some, before clasping it around that wooden ring on his finger.
"So that this..." He glares at the wooden thing. "Cheap. Stupid. Excuse for jewelry...Can DIE!" He speaks softly, like scolding a cat, or a dog.
Looking momentarily amused as Sam curses the ring like a person, Victoria's eyebrows raise. For a moment she says nothing, looking doubtful. Her lips open and close several times before she finally decides on a sentence, "Why not just break it?" looking as though she believes this is perfect logic.
An arc of lightning blasts out of the artifact to strike Sam, sending him flying.
"I mean, it's kinda stuck to my hand right now, right?" Sam looks to Victoria. "And un--" He is sent flying off his feet, crashing into one of the walls of the maze.
"UNLIKE YOU, YOU CHEAP WOOD-WORM FODDER... UNLIKE YOU, MY HANDS ARE WORTH SOMETHING!"
Blinking a few times, Victoria utters a quiet "Tch," clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "You sure that wasn't a gift from Elias?" she asks slowly. She calmly offers a hand up to Sam, pondering a dagger in her other hand. "We could just cut it off. Get you a new finger," she reasons.
Taking Victoria's hand, Sam pushes to his feet, and tilts his head aside.
"Nah, we're inside, this came from this piece of poorly disguised chew-toy." He nods slowly.
"Burn it," is Victoria's next suggestion, with the shrug of one shoulder. "I mean, you're magical. You'll recover fast."
A section of Victoria's clothing catches fire.
With no more humorous attempts left, Victoria sighs, staring at the audacity-filled atrocity on Sam's finger after quickly patting at herself. "Damn things," she mutters, before taking a deep inhale that leaves her looking displeased at what she smells. "Thing on Sam's finger," she states bluntly, "Kindly leave, because you're not needed. Let's face it, you don't want an eternity on Sam's finger anyway. Who knows where they've been."
"Uh..." Sam looks to Victoria, and chuckles some. "I mean, if you have some fire." He chuckles again, shaking his head as fire ignites on Victoria. "I think it can hear us, yadig?"
"Would you like to be set on fi--" He trails off, then lets out a rumbling chuckle at Victoria's words. "Oh shit... Oh shit, that's good."
With a flustered expression, Victoria continues to bat at her clothing as if it's in flames, muttering under her breath about magic before narrowing her eyes to look about.
Letting his bleeding, clenched fist lower to the ground, Sam glares at that wooden piece of jewelry. "I could just let Vic break you, that might be too much honor for you, though..."
"Definitely not!" Victoria chirps, perking up nearly immediately. "Happy to break things, anytime anywhere." Her expression brightens into pure delight, and she claps her hands once, looking to Sam expectantly.
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
"You know what? Maybe my breath's wasted on this... pathetic... asshole... ring." Sam places his hand flat on the floor, splaying his fingers out in front of Victoria. "I mean, sanctuary will prevent you from popping my finger off, right?" He shivers as frost fills the room.
"Oh definitely," Victoria nods emphatically to Sam through a bounce of chestnut waves, though she doesn't appear enitrely certain. She waves her hand dismissively, drawing the tip of her tongue along the edges of her teeth as she considers the best angle for ring breaking. "It's just a boot heel," she assures Sam.
Nodding slowly, Sam braces himself, grinning at Victoria. "All right, steady she goes. My bones are a little stronger than average, so ya might need to apply some... direct blunt trauma."
Delight can't begin to describe the expression on Victoria's face, and she nods at Sam again, lifting one heel off the ground. She decides to test the ring first, rapping it soundly with the boot's heel.
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
A hiss escapes Sam's lips at in response to that heel, the ring flash-bangs the pair of them, the Jock's eyes closing shut as the gloom of the lazer-tag maze is illumnated with that bright light. "Son of a FUCK!"
Sam yells, and Victoria sighs, not wasting anymore time. With a proper stomp that puts her boot squarely on the ring, she shoots him a brief apologetic look, then bends to his hand, staring at the ring, or what's left of it. "Go away," she says simply.
Letting out a pained hiss, Sam winces as cracks start to form on that ring. The Jock scowls, and glares at the ring, looking a little in pain, despite his cocky attitude and strong bones. "W-what the lady said. Piss off."
At the cracking of the ring, Victoria moves back a step, folding her arms and watching Sam.
Slowly, the cracks in Sam's ring start to spread, like something that was being held together has fractured under Victoria's heel. The Jock just holds his hand far away from himself, closing his eyes behind those shades as he braces himself.
With a final burst of power the curse on a wooden ring is broken.
Sams Decursing Attempt 250118
(Sam's decursing attempt)
[Fri Jan 17 2025]
In a red, worn sportbike
junker sportsbike
This sportsbike has perhaps seen better days.
While it is in drivable state, it's clear from the rust and the scratches, that it's been used.
The only newer thing on it, is a decal of an ourobouros, which goes around the middle frame.
|410 AL5|
It is after dusk, about 34F(1C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waning gibbous moon.
Sam says "Anyone available for a de-cursing? Trove basement, if so."
Sam says "We can do the tried and true novel method. "
Sam says "It's yelling at the curse until it fucks off. Yeh, basically."
Sam says "You can then subtly announce your displeasure with it."
Sam says "Appriciate ya!"
Sam says "Hey there."
Victoria says "Hey, smelly magic user."
Sam says "Hey nice smelling uh... furry? "
Sam smirks lopsidedly, sticking his tongue out at Victoria
Victoria snickers at Sam. "Where's the thing I need to voice displeasure with?"
Sam says "Right here. Let's see if others are coming, and if nah, let's just begin."
"Right, we're going to yell at a ring then?" Victoria blinks a bit. "I'm not at all convinced this will work, you know." Chewing her lip, she narrows her eyes slightly. "I'll need fifteen showers afterward. Can we call it payment for the help with the house?" A mischievous grin is given to Sam along with an innocent look.
"Ya know? Sure." Sam nods to Victoria. "It's basically... It's a way to channel your dislike of magic. You can growl at it, or like..." He grins. "I stabbed the ground, once, just having a therapy sesh with it when I were going through something. It's about the psychic resonance of your intent, yeh?" Sam magic nerds at Victoria.
"Uh-huh," Victoria does not sound at all convinced, eyeballing Sam. "I'll resonate it just fine, I think."
"It's... ya know how we feed off of pain and anger and fear?" Sam looks to Victoria, gesturing with that ring.
"Yep," Victoria replies, taking a cautious inhale of the surroundings and wrinkling her nose. Her arms cross over her chest. "I know about that."
"It's like that. But ya direct it at the curse, to break it." Sam grabs his knife, and cuts his palm open some, before clasping it around that wooden ring on his finger.
"So that this..." He glares at the wooden thing. "Cheap. Stupid. Excuse for jewelry...Can DIE!" He speaks softly, like scolding a cat, or a dog.
Looking momentarily amused as Sam curses the ring like a person, Victoria's eyebrows raise. For a moment she says nothing, looking doubtful. Her lips open and close several times before she finally decides on a sentence, "Why not just break it?" looking as though she believes this is perfect logic.
An arc of lightning blasts out of the artifact to strike Sam, sending him flying.
"I mean, it's kinda stuck to my hand right now, right?" Sam looks to Victoria. "And un--" He is sent flying off his feet, crashing into one of the walls of the maze.
"UNLIKE YOU, YOU CHEAP WOOD-WORM FODDER... UNLIKE YOU, MY HANDS ARE WORTH SOMETHING!"
Blinking a few times, Victoria utters a quiet "Tch," clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "You sure that wasn't a gift from Elias?" she asks slowly. She calmly offers a hand up to Sam, pondering a dagger in her other hand. "We could just cut it off. Get you a new finger," she reasons.
Taking Victoria's hand, Sam pushes to his feet, and tilts his head aside.
"Nah, we're inside, this came from this piece of poorly disguised chew-toy." He nods slowly.
"Burn it," is Victoria's next suggestion, with the shrug of one shoulder. "I mean, you're magical. You'll recover fast."
A section of Victoria's clothing catches fire.
With no more humorous attempts left, Victoria sighs, staring at the audacity-filled atrocity on Sam's finger after quickly patting at herself. "Damn things," she mutters, before taking a deep inhale that leaves her looking displeased at what she smells. "Thing on Sam's finger," she states bluntly, "Kindly leave, because you're not needed. Let's face it, you don't want an eternity on Sam's finger anyway. Who knows where they've been."
"Uh..." Sam looks to Victoria, and chuckles some. "I mean, if you have some fire." He chuckles again, shaking his head as fire ignites on Victoria. "I think it can hear us, yadig?"
"Would you like to be set on fi--" He trails off, then lets out a rumbling chuckle at Victoria's words. "Oh shit... Oh shit, that's good."
With a flustered expression, Victoria continues to bat at her clothing as if it's in flames, muttering under her breath about magic before narrowing her eyes to look about.
Letting his bleeding, clenched fist lower to the ground, Sam glares at that wooden piece of jewelry. "I could just let Vic break you, that might be too much honor for you, though..."
"Definitely not!" Victoria chirps, perking up nearly immediately. "Happy to break things, anytime anywhere." Her expression brightens into pure delight, and she claps her hands once, looking to Sam expectantly.
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
"You know what? Maybe my breath's wasted on this... pathetic... asshole... ring." Sam places his hand flat on the floor, splaying his fingers out in front of Victoria. "I mean, sanctuary will prevent you from popping my finger off, right?" He shivers as frost fills the room.
"Oh definitely," Victoria nods emphatically to Sam through a bounce of chestnut waves, though she doesn't appear enitrely certain. She waves her hand dismissively, drawing the tip of her tongue along the edges of her teeth as she considers the best angle for ring breaking. "It's just a boot heel," she assures Sam.
Nodding slowly, Sam braces himself, grinning at Victoria. "All right, steady she goes. My bones are a little stronger than average, so ya might need to apply some... direct blunt trauma."
Delight can't begin to describe the expression on Victoria's face, and she nods at Sam again, lifting one heel off the ground. She decides to test the ring first, rapping it soundly with the boot's heel.
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
A hiss escapes Sam's lips at in response to that heel, the ring flash-bangs the pair of them, the Jock's eyes closing shut as the gloom of the lazer-tag maze is illumnated with that bright light. "Son of a FUCK!"
Sam yells, and Victoria sighs, not wasting anymore time. With a proper stomp that puts her boot squarely on the ring, she shoots him a brief apologetic look, then bends to his hand, staring at the ring, or what's left of it. "Go away," she says simply.
Letting out a pained hiss, Sam winces as cracks start to form on that ring. The Jock scowls, and glares at the ring, looking a little in pain, despite his cocky attitude and strong bones. "W-what the lady said. Piss off."
At the cracking of the ring, Victoria moves back a step, folding her arms and watching Sam.
Slowly, the cracks in Sam's ring start to spread, like something that was being held together has fractured under Victoria's heel. The Jock just holds his hand far away from himself, closing his eyes behind those shades as he braces himself.
With a final burst of power the curse on a wooden ring is broken.