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(Siofra's decursing attempt)
[Sun Feb 2 2025]
In the Bedroom of Room 203 at Hotel Antlers
A lone sleigh bed entices visitors to rest, complete with fluffed white
pillows and a soft cream comforter. The petite room boasts simplicity at
it's finest. Caramel curtains cascade over two arched windows, matching a
study desk set to the side which gives renters a convenient workspace. A
single closet provides space for clothes, standing beside a door which leads
into a complete bathroom.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
The two barely had time to make it into the room before Takeshi is taking a strange ring out o fhis pocket ... By the time he's done so, strange stuff is already starting to happen! "Hey, look, ring cool? Right?!" He asks Siofra with a dumb looking grin on his face
Siofra ruffles her hair out of a wet mess with one hand, holding a pecan pie in the other. "Right, we're in an absolute kip. I dinnae speak gibberish Mao- you know that by now." She adds in a motherly, condescending tone.
Takeshi double takes over to Siofra before seeming to realize he'd been speaking the wrong language "Eh? ... Ring is cool ..." He reiterates himself
Siofra slowly eats another slice of Pecan pie as she stares down at the ring. "Sure look."
Siofra blinks blanky at Takeshi, "I dinnae what yer gabbin' o'er. It's a ring. Why'd ye' think it'll do shite?"
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
Takeshi squints his eyes at Siofra "It a great cursed ring! Like the one from the movie with the shadow people reading on dark horses who chase elf lady!" He says, holding the ring out like it was something terrifying. "Can you not feel the DARK POWER coming from it?" He says, looking around as the room becomes cold for a moment, grinning from ear to ear despite the discomfort "See! Dark power!"
Siofra jerks as a spike of frost occurs before her breath turns cold, rubbing her overskin with a wince. "sh-sh-sh-shite!"
"Dark POWER!?" She calls, starting a laugh with frost and taking out her phone. "Feck- I'm callin arcany support!"
Siofra takes out her phone and dials a number. In three rings, someone picks up.
"O'shea! O'shite- I've a feckin' ring rubbin right cold! NO! I dinnae need yer depressive talk of yer daughter right now I'm FECKIN f-f-freeezin!"
Takeshi frowns as she takes out the phone "Eh?!" He says, seeming disappointed that the eldritch abomination felt like she needed help from anyone at all. "We don't need help" He says before puffing out his chest "I am all help need." He says, as if he hadn't called Siofra specifically so that SHE could help HIM
Siofra bundles an arm into her armpit. "Then feckin' figure yer curse shite out! I've got an arcanist on a thirty with 'is incantations, alright! Just-" She looks around, chewing on her lip at her surroundings.
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
Siofra takes a quick moment to close the curtains.
"NO O'SHEA! I- HE's feckin- Right, I'll order a report onn-h-h--shhshh.."
Takeshi looks at Siofra as if he is starting to form the opinion he may have overestimated the woman "Do you know not fight bad guys and curses all time?" He asks her in a curious voice before wincing again as the room throbbs cold once more, the pain welp turning to an excited cakcle "It getting exciting now!"
Takeshi cackle*
The second layer of skin takes the brunt, but begins to seep in through Siofra 'sfake pores. She turns over to Takeshi with a giddy incredulity as suffering rebounds. "I saw them happen al the time! They KILL QUICKLY, MAO!"
Siofra rips down the curtains and begins to wrap herself in a cold envelope. "Ye've got metal on ye?" She starts before she stands up on a dresser and touches her back to the wall. "Watch fer lightning and watch fer metal!"
Takeshi is looking like a kid in a playground as he looks at the ring in his palm grinning from ear to ear "Yes! They kill quickly! Is why we kill them!" He agrees with her as he looks around, waiting for the next cool thing to happen. He looks up to Siofra with a raised eyebrow as she asks if he has any metal on him "Ah ... Yeah, chain ..." He says, raising his forearm to show Siofra the thin chain stylishly wrapped around his jet black cotton shirt sleeve
All metal objects in the room are suddenly tugged violently towards the artifact.
"Well put yer shite down, ye' fool!" Siofra cackles with struggling-
Siofra's phone is yanked from her hand as she drops her hands to her ears and cackles madly as a ball in the corner. Installations are tugged on their foundations, a hinge of door rips off, all of them in a rapid flight towards the ring.
Takeshi blinks his eyes before he gets lurched by his arm towards the artifact! "Ahhhh! It got me!" He shouts, the man starting to be flailed by his arm around the room by whatever mystical forces were grabbing a hold of the chain around his arm "Hang out! I got this! I just ... gotta ...!" He says, flailing about as he tries his best to try and find purchase on something, anything with his feet, but can't find anything as he swirls about in the air like stuck in a cyclone!
Siofra's piercing volume shifts to madness as she watches Takeshi struggle against his chain, truly holding to his suggestion and hanging on to the ends of the wardrobe.
"THE ARCANIST WILL FINISH THE RITUAL, TAKESHI HIKANAGAGGI! YE' JUST STAY THICK, THERE!"
For several seconds the room grows painfully hot.
Siofra finds a relief in the abrupt cauldron. Hell is hot a place, courtesy of temporal rituals and the waste of war, and the blood is satisfied. Like walking from a freezer to an oven, there's a moment of warm bliss in the process of heating when nothing truly touches your skin.
Takeshi is being slammed down on the ground either side of the artifact by the grip it has on his arm like a ragdoll being played with by a particularly violent dog. He's not so battered that he doesn't notice Siofra using his name though, his head flicking over to her with a surprised "EH?!" The man looking at her with an annoyed expression "How you kno- AHHH, HOT HOT HOT-"
Takeshi says "I BEING ATTACKED BY ARTIFACT"
Takeshi says "*The sound of Takeshi crashing into things as he's flung violently around a room can be heard in the background*"
"AGENT SMITH, MISTER HAIKAKKGAGAGGII!" Siofra struggles, holding herself at the temple and shunting her eyes to protect her sclera.
Takeshi says "That not even how you say it!"
Takeshi says "I GOT IT UNDER CONTROL"
Takeshi says "*It does not sound like he's got it under control*"
"THE DOMINO IS PART OF AN ORGANIZATION THAT RULES A THIRD OF WOOOORRLD!" Siofra coos as she begins to swelter. "AYE- SURE YEEE DO!"
With a final burst of power the curse on a silver ring is broken.
Siofras Decursing Attempt 250203
(Siofra's decursing attempt)
[Sun Feb 2 2025]
In the Bedroom of Room 203 at Hotel Antlers
A lone sleigh bed entices visitors to rest, complete with fluffed white
pillows and a soft cream comforter. The petite room boasts simplicity at
it's finest. Caramel curtains cascade over two arched windows, matching a
study desk set to the side which gives renters a convenient workspace. A
single closet provides space for clothes, standing beside a door which leads
into a complete bathroom.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
The two barely had time to make it into the room before Takeshi is taking a strange ring out o fhis pocket ... By the time he's done so, strange stuff is already starting to happen! "Hey, look, ring cool? Right?!" He asks Siofra with a dumb looking grin on his face
Siofra ruffles her hair out of a wet mess with one hand, holding a pecan pie in the other. "Right, we're in an absolute kip. I dinnae speak gibberish Mao- you know that by now." She adds in a motherly, condescending tone.
Takeshi double takes over to Siofra before seeming to realize he'd been speaking the wrong language "Eh? ... Ring is cool ..." He reiterates himself
Siofra slowly eats another slice of Pecan pie as she stares down at the ring. "Sure look."
Siofra blinks blanky at Takeshi, "I dinnae what yer gabbin' o'er. It's a ring. Why'd ye' think it'll do shite?"
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
Takeshi squints his eyes at Siofra "It a great cursed ring! Like the one from the movie with the shadow people reading on dark horses who chase elf lady!" He says, holding the ring out like it was something terrifying. "Can you not feel the DARK POWER coming from it?" He says, looking around as the room becomes cold for a moment, grinning from ear to ear despite the discomfort "See! Dark power!"
Siofra jerks as a spike of frost occurs before her breath turns cold, rubbing her overskin with a wince. "sh-sh-sh-shite!"
"Dark POWER!?" She calls, starting a laugh with frost and taking out her phone. "Feck- I'm callin arcany support!"
Siofra takes out her phone and dials a number. In three rings, someone picks up.
"O'shea! O'shite- I've a feckin' ring rubbin right cold! NO! I dinnae need yer depressive talk of yer daughter right now I'm FECKIN f-f-freeezin!"
Takeshi frowns as she takes out the phone "Eh?!" He says, seeming disappointed that the eldritch abomination felt like she needed help from anyone at all. "We don't need help" He says before puffing out his chest "I am all help need." He says, as if he hadn't called Siofra specifically so that SHE could help HIM
Siofra bundles an arm into her armpit. "Then feckin' figure yer curse shite out! I've got an arcanist on a thirty with 'is incantations, alright! Just-" She looks around, chewing on her lip at her surroundings.
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
Siofra takes a quick moment to close the curtains.
"NO O'SHEA! I- HE's feckin- Right, I'll order a report onn-h-h--shhshh.."
Takeshi looks at Siofra as if he is starting to form the opinion he may have overestimated the woman "Do you know not fight bad guys and curses all time?" He asks her in a curious voice before wincing again as the room throbbs cold once more, the pain welp turning to an excited cakcle "It getting exciting now!"
Takeshi cackle*
The second layer of skin takes the brunt, but begins to seep in through Siofra 'sfake pores. She turns over to Takeshi with a giddy incredulity as suffering rebounds. "I saw them happen al the time! They KILL QUICKLY, MAO!"
Siofra rips down the curtains and begins to wrap herself in a cold envelope. "Ye've got metal on ye?" She starts before she stands up on a dresser and touches her back to the wall. "Watch fer lightning and watch fer metal!"
Takeshi is looking like a kid in a playground as he looks at the ring in his palm grinning from ear to ear "Yes! They kill quickly! Is why we kill them!" He agrees with her as he looks around, waiting for the next cool thing to happen. He looks up to Siofra with a raised eyebrow as she asks if he has any metal on him "Ah ... Yeah, chain ..." He says, raising his forearm to show Siofra the thin chain stylishly wrapped around his jet black cotton shirt sleeve
All metal objects in the room are suddenly tugged violently towards the artifact.
"Well put yer shite down, ye' fool!" Siofra cackles with struggling-
Siofra's phone is yanked from her hand as she drops her hands to her ears and cackles madly as a ball in the corner. Installations are tugged on their foundations, a hinge of door rips off, all of them in a rapid flight towards the ring.
Takeshi blinks his eyes before he gets lurched by his arm towards the artifact! "Ahhhh! It got me!" He shouts, the man starting to be flailed by his arm around the room by whatever mystical forces were grabbing a hold of the chain around his arm "Hang out! I got this! I just ... gotta ...!" He says, flailing about as he tries his best to try and find purchase on something, anything with his feet, but can't find anything as he swirls about in the air like stuck in a cyclone!
Siofra's piercing volume shifts to madness as she watches Takeshi struggle against his chain, truly holding to his suggestion and hanging on to the ends of the wardrobe.
"THE ARCANIST WILL FINISH THE RITUAL, TAKESHI HIKANAGAGGI! YE' JUST STAY THICK, THERE!"
For several seconds the room grows painfully hot.
Siofra finds a relief in the abrupt cauldron. Hell is hot a place, courtesy of temporal rituals and the waste of war, and the blood is satisfied. Like walking from a freezer to an oven, there's a moment of warm bliss in the process of heating when nothing truly touches your skin.
Takeshi is being slammed down on the ground either side of the artifact by the grip it has on his arm like a ragdoll being played with by a particularly violent dog. He's not so battered that he doesn't notice Siofra using his name though, his head flicking over to her with a surprised "EH?!" The man looking at her with an annoyed expression "How you kno- AHHH, HOT HOT HOT-"
Takeshi says "I BEING ATTACKED BY ARTIFACT"
Takeshi says "*The sound of Takeshi crashing into things as he's flung violently around a room can be heard in the background*"
"AGENT SMITH, MISTER HAIKAKKGAGAGGII!" Siofra struggles, holding herself at the temple and shunting her eyes to protect her sclera.
Takeshi says "That not even how you say it!"
Takeshi says "I GOT IT UNDER CONTROL"
Takeshi says "*It does not sound like he's got it under control*"
"THE DOMINO IS PART OF AN ORGANIZATION THAT RULES A THIRD OF WOOOORRLD!" Siofra coos as she begins to swelter. "AYE- SURE YEEE DO!"
With a final burst of power the curse on a silver ring is broken.