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(Solomon's decursing attempt)
[Wed Jan 31 2024]
On Prospect Street beside Westhaven
It is night, about 26F(-3C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. It's snowing. There is a waning gibbous moon.
Solomon says "Anyone who is available to assist with the breaking of an enchantment on a relic I have acquired, join me in my office."
Solomon says "Anyone of our fellowship awake at this hour?"
Low frustration, as Solomon captures the ring in his hand.
Solomon says "These invocations demand some focus and time."
Solomon strides in, golden ring in hand -- there's a glance at Tabitha and Caelum, and then, clearing some space in the mess, he begins to chant.
Caelum steps aside when it is indeed Solomon striding in - and the blades he had in his hands are left by the door, this time. Near the broom, both crossing each other.
"Don't be foolish, Caelum," Solomon tells Caelum. "You serve me." Eyes for the young man. "And I am so terribly more ancient than you. Still," he says. "Those weapons may be useful: when one does a working, there are -things- drawn, sometimes. Enemies from the void." He looks at Tabitha. "Join me." Then: "Have you heard of this new, nameless horror that threatens what's ours?"
Tabitha does not need to pull back the rug to expose a normal pentagram drawn onto her floor. It is revealed and at the ready. She removes the candles from the bookcase, at least the one that is not broken. And It is at the pentagram that she kneels, at the northern point of the star.
"I think what I have is between your boss and me," Caelum speaks, modulated yet keen in the tone offered to Solomon. His weapons are left aside anyhow while he circles in, slowly around. "The blades were for-" A vague gesture, his hand rolls midair, towards the door. "Whatever that nameless horror is. I was warned - but not.. informed." Caelum settles close beside Tabitha. Despite the distance he's given to his weapons, he doesn't seem at all worried of it, opting to remain as the guard dog that he is between Tabitha and Solomon.
The whole room shakes.
"None of us have too many details," Solomon tells Caelum. "According to Autumn Lynx, its avatar is a figure named David." He circles slowly around the pentagram, setting the ring in the middle, and as he does the room shakes. There's a low oath as he reaches up to remove his glasses.
"Your master has spoken to me about it, in brief. I have seen something tonight too. A man spilling tentacles for guts." Tabitha lights the candle once it is set into place, fingers drawing out the flame as she begins to chant, in a song voice, cool and dark. She has to pause when the room quakes, knocking over the candle and extinguising it.
"Your master has spoken to me about it, in brief. I have seen something tonight too. A man spilling tentacles for guts." Tabitha lights the candle once it is set into place, fingers drawing out the flame as she begins to chant, in a song voice, cool and dark. She has to pause when the room quakes, knocking over the candle and extinguisHing it.
"And it targets us, specifically? For what reason?" Caelum seems undisturbed by the shake. He stands, balanced - until it knocks over that candle. He kneels down beside Tabitha, fixes the wax in place while she chants, and lights it again to maintain the formation. Best he can offer, really.
"Perhaps that is this David," Solomon tells Tabitha. There is concern in his voice, his eyes on the ring. A knife is produced to slice his palm. "Can you light the candle again?" he says, urgently, and then he turns to Caelum. "Be wary. I do not know if it targets us, specifically," he shares. "But it has targeted one of ours, twice now," he says. "And I mean to hunt it down and find answers. Are you not a hunter, Caelum Cross?"
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
"It's lit." Caelum bites, sharply, with eyes angled up at Solomon not at all hiding the vitriolic tune of their green. The flash of blinding light distracts him before he can stack on any more words- the last bit seen is his eyes catching the glare in reflection, and he has to look away, cover them in what is evident pain for his damned sensitivity to light. "Fuck-" A dismissing wave, seen or unseen, "When we learn more, I'll hunt."
Tabitha looks up at Caelum with the flame from the candle lighting her features, shadowed by he flickering flame and dimness now in the room. She smiles, but it is short lived as she begins her chant once more. Only to have the dimness diminished by a flash of light. She blocks her eyes for a moment. "I think Harry did call him David? I don't know for sure." She pulls out a pouch from her tote and opens it. From inside, she pulls a pinch of something. As she begins to speak in a soft tongue, she tosses the pinch of it onto the flame. It ignites brightly, sending the now green flame upward inches above a normal candle flame. "Shush. We need to focus on the ring, right now."
"Speak to Lynx," Solomon shares with Caelum. "See what answers she has. And perhaps to young Rachel, who confronted the thing." The flash of light produces an oath, a breathed invocation to Samael. What a time to have taken his glasses off. Red eyes bore into the ring, and as he slices his palm his blood drips like fire. With a move of his hand, he scribes some rune in the air.
The green flash of light has Caelum draw away even further. He's definitely not the sort for it - "Tell me what to do," he asks Tabitha, defering to her judgement to make use of him, if she can at all. Then, to Solomon, as he stands, "I'll see them both, soon if I can."
The whole room shakes.
That sigil, drawn in fire, as Solomon tells Caelum, "Watch those shadows!" A pause. "Take up the candle, and walk a circle around us," he bids the man, even as the light inside the pentacle is now given by burning blood. The dark-haired sorcerer shoots a worried glance at Tabitha, even as the golden ring seems to glow as arcane power is poured into it.
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
"Give me your hand." Tabitha says to Caelum, drawing her bone athame ritual knife from her tote while suggesting he do so. Likely, she means to cut him, knowing full well he will heal quickly, if not immediaetely. "Your blood will help strengthen my prayer to the Devine." She did not say Devil. Nor Legion, nor Lilith, even should she -be- one of the dark Devine.
The shaking practically forces Caelum to scrable in place, this time, being caught when he was in the process of rising up. At Solomon bidding the order, he gives him a look that almost nonverbally conveys 'fine, but not because -you- told me to' in his attitude. The candle flickers as soon as he takes it - embers sparked in differing shades and hues swirling while he starts to pace. Every step dripping wax on the back of his fingers. By the time he fixes the whole circle, he's beside Tabitha again, candle in one hand, and the other held out for her to slice open.
Power, then -- that blazing blood dripping from his hand, and then Solomon looks up, to give Tabitha a grave nod. "It is nearly broken," he tells her. "Take what Caelum offers: his blood is potent, and it the scent of it will steal whatever gremlin clings to the ring away like sugar draws an ant."
Tabitha cuts through Caelum's hand, and she uses her fingers to dip into his bloodied palm and use her tips as paintbrushes to draw runes taught her by Wiccan priestesses of the Coven, practiced in her dorm, and woods. She draws these symbols around the ring, despite the chill that sets her teeth to chatter. Once they are drawn, she sits up and prostrates herself, hands raised, and head tilted back, calling to the Devine.
With a final burst of power the curse on a golden ring is broken.
Solomons Decursing Attempt 240201
(Solomon's decursing attempt)
[Wed Jan 31 2024]
On Prospect Street beside Westhaven
It is night, about 26F(-3C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. It's snowing. There is a waning gibbous moon.
Solomon says "Anyone who is available to assist with the breaking of an enchantment on a relic I have acquired, join me in my office."
Solomon says "Anyone of our fellowship awake at this hour?"
Low frustration, as Solomon captures the ring in his hand.
Solomon says "These invocations demand some focus and time."
Solomon strides in, golden ring in hand -- there's a glance at Tabitha and Caelum, and then, clearing some space in the mess, he begins to chant.
Caelum steps aside when it is indeed Solomon striding in - and the blades he had in his hands are left by the door, this time. Near the broom, both crossing each other.
"Don't be foolish, Caelum," Solomon tells Caelum. "You serve me." Eyes for the young man. "And I am so terribly more ancient than you. Still," he says. "Those weapons may be useful: when one does a working, there are -things- drawn, sometimes. Enemies from the void." He looks at Tabitha. "Join me." Then: "Have you heard of this new, nameless horror that threatens what's ours?"
Tabitha does not need to pull back the rug to expose a normal pentagram drawn onto her floor. It is revealed and at the ready. She removes the candles from the bookcase, at least the one that is not broken. And It is at the pentagram that she kneels, at the northern point of the star.
"I think what I have is between your boss and me," Caelum speaks, modulated yet keen in the tone offered to Solomon. His weapons are left aside anyhow while he circles in, slowly around. "The blades were for-" A vague gesture, his hand rolls midair, towards the door. "Whatever that nameless horror is. I was warned - but not.. informed." Caelum settles close beside Tabitha. Despite the distance he's given to his weapons, he doesn't seem at all worried of it, opting to remain as the guard dog that he is between Tabitha and Solomon.
The whole room shakes.
"None of us have too many details," Solomon tells Caelum. "According to Autumn Lynx, its avatar is a figure named David." He circles slowly around the pentagram, setting the ring in the middle, and as he does the room shakes. There's a low oath as he reaches up to remove his glasses.
"Your master has spoken to me about it, in brief. I have seen something tonight too. A man spilling tentacles for guts." Tabitha lights the candle once it is set into place, fingers drawing out the flame as she begins to chant, in a song voice, cool and dark. She has to pause when the room quakes, knocking over the candle and extinguising it.
"Your master has spoken to me about it, in brief. I have seen something tonight too. A man spilling tentacles for guts." Tabitha lights the candle once it is set into place, fingers drawing out the flame as she begins to chant, in a song voice, cool and dark. She has to pause when the room quakes, knocking over the candle and extinguisHing it.
"And it targets us, specifically? For what reason?" Caelum seems undisturbed by the shake. He stands, balanced - until it knocks over that candle. He kneels down beside Tabitha, fixes the wax in place while she chants, and lights it again to maintain the formation. Best he can offer, really.
"Perhaps that is this David," Solomon tells Tabitha. There is concern in his voice, his eyes on the ring. A knife is produced to slice his palm. "Can you light the candle again?" he says, urgently, and then he turns to Caelum. "Be wary. I do not know if it targets us, specifically," he shares. "But it has targeted one of ours, twice now," he says. "And I mean to hunt it down and find answers. Are you not a hunter, Caelum Cross?"
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
"It's lit." Caelum bites, sharply, with eyes angled up at Solomon not at all hiding the vitriolic tune of their green. The flash of blinding light distracts him before he can stack on any more words- the last bit seen is his eyes catching the glare in reflection, and he has to look away, cover them in what is evident pain for his damned sensitivity to light. "Fuck-" A dismissing wave, seen or unseen, "When we learn more, I'll hunt."
Tabitha looks up at Caelum with the flame from the candle lighting her features, shadowed by he flickering flame and dimness now in the room. She smiles, but it is short lived as she begins her chant once more. Only to have the dimness diminished by a flash of light. She blocks her eyes for a moment. "I think Harry did call him David? I don't know for sure." She pulls out a pouch from her tote and opens it. From inside, she pulls a pinch of something. As she begins to speak in a soft tongue, she tosses the pinch of it onto the flame. It ignites brightly, sending the now green flame upward inches above a normal candle flame. "Shush. We need to focus on the ring, right now."
"Speak to Lynx," Solomon shares with Caelum. "See what answers she has. And perhaps to young Rachel, who confronted the thing." The flash of light produces an oath, a breathed invocation to Samael. What a time to have taken his glasses off. Red eyes bore into the ring, and as he slices his palm his blood drips like fire. With a move of his hand, he scribes some rune in the air.
The green flash of light has Caelum draw away even further. He's definitely not the sort for it - "Tell me what to do," he asks Tabitha, defering to her judgement to make use of him, if she can at all. Then, to Solomon, as he stands, "I'll see them both, soon if I can."
The whole room shakes.
That sigil, drawn in fire, as Solomon tells Caelum, "Watch those shadows!" A pause. "Take up the candle, and walk a circle around us," he bids the man, even as the light inside the pentacle is now given by burning blood. The dark-haired sorcerer shoots a worried glance at Tabitha, even as the golden ring seems to glow as arcane power is poured into it.
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
"Give me your hand." Tabitha says to Caelum, drawing her bone athame ritual knife from her tote while suggesting he do so. Likely, she means to cut him, knowing full well he will heal quickly, if not immediaetely. "Your blood will help strengthen my prayer to the Devine." She did not say Devil. Nor Legion, nor Lilith, even should she -be- one of the dark Devine.
The shaking practically forces Caelum to scrable in place, this time, being caught when he was in the process of rising up. At Solomon bidding the order, he gives him a look that almost nonverbally conveys 'fine, but not because -you- told me to' in his attitude. The candle flickers as soon as he takes it - embers sparked in differing shades and hues swirling while he starts to pace. Every step dripping wax on the back of his fingers. By the time he fixes the whole circle, he's beside Tabitha again, candle in one hand, and the other held out for her to slice open.
Power, then -- that blazing blood dripping from his hand, and then Solomon looks up, to give Tabitha a grave nod. "It is nearly broken," he tells her. "Take what Caelum offers: his blood is potent, and it the scent of it will steal whatever gremlin clings to the ring away like sugar draws an ant."
Tabitha cuts through Caelum's hand, and she uses her fingers to dip into his bloodied palm and use her tips as paintbrushes to draw runes taught her by Wiccan priestesses of the Coven, practiced in her dorm, and woods. She draws these symbols around the ring, despite the chill that sets her teeth to chatter. Once they are drawn, she sits up and prostrates herself, hands raised, and head tilted back, calling to the Devine.
With a final burst of power the curse on a golden ring is broken.