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(Sarah's decursing attempt)
[Fri Nov 24 2023]
In the Master Bedroom of an eerie colonial building
The lavish master bedroom offers a large, queen sized bed on a frame of thick wood. Each side of the bed features an antique night stand, making it quite comfortable and classy all-in-all. A corner couch with a coffee table - paired with a modern coffee machine offering a touch display and a wide selection of teas - make for a comfortable place to sit, right in-front of the windows that show the vistas of the north side of Haven and the harbor. Across the windows an antique desk offers a laptop computer, completed with a massive, plush leather desk chair.
A strange collection of ropes hangs from various points of the ceiling.
It is about 55F(12C) degrees.
Sarah says "...wonderful, a cursed necklace. Is anyone available to help dispel it?"
Sarah says "I am at home right now. 39 Willow Close"
Sarah nods to Tomas, holding a rather shifty looking golden necklage by a pair of tongs. "Very unpleasant, don't you think?" she opines to Tomas as she holds it out
There's a brief, unimpressed glance from Tomas as he gives the necklace a dismissive once-over. "Thing fuckin' /looks/ cursed," he alleges in a dubious voice. "Where'd you get this one, Doc? And do I gotta bleed on it, this time?"
Sarah shakes her head distractedly, her eyes fixed on the necklace. "I found it under the swing outside." Sarah shares with a mixed expression. "We could try having you bleed on it I suppose. Not sure how much sense there'd be though.. I'd like to recover the item itself..." she trails off, lost in thought. "...Doesn't your family deal with demons a lot? Surely you have... tricks?"
Growing air pressure makes your ear's pop uncomfortably and deadens all sound.
Tomas flashes Sarah a guarded look, then says, "Are you sure it's a demonic curse? Because all of that is a pain in the ass. I'm not a good enough arcanist to just handwave things or make it fast. I'd /prefer/ to not embarrass myself if it turns out to not even be goetia, you know?" He steps in a little closer, eyeing the necklace, then sighs. "I don't think you're goin' to go for it, but I can offer an alternative, if it /is/ demonic - I can put it on, let it take control, and you can try to come against me physically." He gives Sarah another little once-over, then admits, "Might not be a fight you can win, though."
"I am not. In fact, I wouldn't have been able to tell its a curse, wasn't it for the-" Sarah grimaces, covering her ears with a rather irritated expression. "...That kind of nonsense." she mutters. She looks Tomas over after, then shaking her head profusely. "Absolutely not, I would need to call Roberts in. And Roberts can be such an annoyance." She drops the necklace on the floor, pocking at it with her tongs. "...Could you say something biblical to it...?"
Sarah snaps her fingers, "If we wait a while longer, perhaps Rhodes will walk in by accident and we can put it on her."
All metal objects in the room are suddenly tugged violently towards the artifact.
Pulling out his phone to whip up a bible verse, Tomas grunts in annoyance when the thing tugs out of his hand and towards the necklace. Grumbling as he reaches forwards to pluck the thing up and open the page he was looking for, he says, "You know, Doc, I'm not fuckin' ordained or anything. But sure, rite of exorcism comin' up." He clears his throat, and then begins to drone in a fairly powerful voice, "Lord, have mercy. Christ, have mercy. Lord, have mercy. Christ, hear us..." He continues on into the Litany of Saints, beseeching each their aid: "Holy Mother of God, Holy Virgin of Virgins. Saint Michael, Saint Gabriel, Saint Raphael. All holy angels and archangels, all holy orders of blessed spirits..."
Sarah curses as her scalpel comes flying out of her lab coat, right into the wall, the delicate blade breaking. "....Unpleasant." she remarks with a 'Tch'. She watches Tomas do his exorcism after, then wonders, "What's so holy about Virgins? I could make myself one again within a minute." she shares with a shake of her head. "It makes me wonder why people take this religion seriously. As if not having had sex is anything but a lack of life experience." She stares hard and long at the necklace, then, without interrupting Tomas further, takes a vial from her lab coat, dumping the contents on the necklace. "...Acid that won't harm the gold." is explained to Tomas, "...Holy, Acid." she adds dubiously.
A blast of force sends Sarah flying into Tomas.
With a final burst of power the curse on a golden necklace is broken.
Sarahs Decursing Attempt
(Sarah's decursing attempt)
[Fri Nov 24 2023]
In the Master Bedroom of an eerie colonial building
The lavish master bedroom offers a large, queen sized bed on a frame of thick wood. Each side of the bed features an antique night stand, making it quite comfortable and classy all-in-all. A corner couch with a coffee table - paired with a modern coffee machine offering a touch display and a wide selection of teas - make for a comfortable place to sit, right in-front of the windows that show the vistas of the north side of Haven and the harbor. Across the windows an antique desk offers a laptop computer, completed with a massive, plush leather desk chair.
A strange collection of ropes hangs from various points of the ceiling.
It is about 55F(12C) degrees.
Sarah says "...wonderful, a cursed necklace. Is anyone available to help dispel it?"
Sarah says "I am at home right now. 39 Willow Close"
Sarah nods to Tomas, holding a rather shifty looking golden necklage by a pair of tongs. "Very unpleasant, don't you think?" she opines to Tomas as she holds it out
There's a brief, unimpressed glance from Tomas as he gives the necklace a dismissive once-over. "Thing fuckin' /looks/ cursed," he alleges in a dubious voice. "Where'd you get this one, Doc? And do I gotta bleed on it, this time?"
Sarah shakes her head distractedly, her eyes fixed on the necklace. "I found it under the swing outside." Sarah shares with a mixed expression. "We could try having you bleed on it I suppose. Not sure how much sense there'd be though.. I'd like to recover the item itself..." she trails off, lost in thought. "...Doesn't your family deal with demons a lot? Surely you have... tricks?"
Growing air pressure makes your ear's pop uncomfortably and deadens all sound.
Tomas flashes Sarah a guarded look, then says, "Are you sure it's a demonic curse? Because all of that is a pain in the ass. I'm not a good enough arcanist to just handwave things or make it fast. I'd /prefer/ to not embarrass myself if it turns out to not even be goetia, you know?" He steps in a little closer, eyeing the necklace, then sighs. "I don't think you're goin' to go for it, but I can offer an alternative, if it /is/ demonic - I can put it on, let it take control, and you can try to come against me physically." He gives Sarah another little once-over, then admits, "Might not be a fight you can win, though."
"I am not. In fact, I wouldn't have been able to tell its a curse, wasn't it for the-" Sarah grimaces, covering her ears with a rather irritated expression. "...That kind of nonsense." she mutters. She looks Tomas over after, then shaking her head profusely. "Absolutely not, I would need to call Roberts in. And Roberts can be such an annoyance." She drops the necklace on the floor, pocking at it with her tongs. "...Could you say something biblical to it...?"
Sarah snaps her fingers, "If we wait a while longer, perhaps Rhodes will walk in by accident and we can put it on her."
All metal objects in the room are suddenly tugged violently towards the artifact.
Pulling out his phone to whip up a bible verse, Tomas grunts in annoyance when the thing tugs out of his hand and towards the necklace. Grumbling as he reaches forwards to pluck the thing up and open the page he was looking for, he says, "You know, Doc, I'm not fuckin' ordained or anything. But sure, rite of exorcism comin' up." He clears his throat, and then begins to drone in a fairly powerful voice, "Lord, have mercy. Christ, have mercy. Lord, have mercy. Christ, hear us..." He continues on into the Litany of Saints, beseeching each their aid: "Holy Mother of God, Holy Virgin of Virgins. Saint Michael, Saint Gabriel, Saint Raphael. All holy angels and archangels, all holy orders of blessed spirits..."
Sarah curses as her scalpel comes flying out of her lab coat, right into the wall, the delicate blade breaking. "....Unpleasant." she remarks with a 'Tch'. She watches Tomas do his exorcism after, then wonders, "What's so holy about Virgins? I could make myself one again within a minute." she shares with a shake of her head. "It makes me wonder why people take this religion seriously. As if not having had sex is anything but a lack of life experience." She stares hard and long at the necklace, then, without interrupting Tomas further, takes a vial from her lab coat, dumping the contents on the necklace. "...Acid that won't harm the gold." is explained to Tomas, "...Holy, Acid." she adds dubiously.
A blast of force sends Sarah flying into Tomas.
With a final burst of power the curse on a golden necklace is broken.