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(Tabitha's decursing attempt)
[Fri Nov 8 2024]
At the front entryway to a bungalow
Nestled between the tranquil forest and the sandy beach, this charming beachside bungalow beckons with its timeless allure. Its exterior, adorned in crisp white wood and featuring a cheerful yellow door, exudes coastal charm. The ground, lined with a blend of sand and natural bark, offers a sensory pathway from the peaceful woods to the shore. Extending eastward, the porch becomes a serene retreat, providing panoramic views that seamlessly blend the beauty of the forest with the endless horizon of the beach.
It is morning, about 31F(0C) degrees, and the sky is covered by grey clouds.
Tabitha appears to be waiting for someone, whilst fidgeting with a golden band that has tried to sear itself to her finger, and fuss about her things for various occult constructs. "Yes, it seems to have attached itself to me. You would think I would learn not to pick up random things. But --" She smiles to Lepia and Ritsuka alike, despite the other woman's cold expression. "I really appreciate that you came out, Rits." She beckons for the woman to follow, women, if Lepia will remain.
Ritsuka looks to Lepia "How are your rips, Lepia-san?" And then she follows on after Tabitha. She draws a blade from somewhere under her dress and cuts over her own palm, drawing blood, and then holds out her hand to Tabitha.
Lepia follows along, unpacking a few things from her cardigan, and unfastening a platinum chain on her wrist. She whispers a few things to the thin shining chain, quietly, softly, before Ritsuka's question bumped her from her concentration, causing her to blink. "My rips?"
Tabitha leads the women toward the rocky shores of the ocean she lives up against, to a spot there where remnants of an old ritual circle can be seen. Candles, long extinquished are buried into the sand at very specific points of a nearly washed out circle. The redhead picks up a nearby stick from the rocky sand and begins to refresh what was there. "You can never tell what the curse is until it is too late. But it is always protective of it. It is why I feel that these are tools of the faeries." Circle drawn, she finds her dagger and slices through her hand. When she reaches for, and grasps Ritsuka's hand, there is a stiffening of her form, and a change in her own demeanor. She takes on the emotive features Ritsuka has, cold, and perhaps a bit aggressive.
The whole room shakes.
"Likely from your fight the other night." Tabitha says to Lepia. Her hand grows much tighter and harder against Ritsuka as the ground begins to shake. She stumbles backward some, but manages to maintain her feet by the sheer grace of the Gods. A deep breath is taken, held, and released, as the ring about her finger stops its glow, the spell cast and slowly subsided, with the faint rumble of earth still below the trio. "By the power of three, we will call to the Goddesses of the east, west, north and south."
"Ribs. From the trip to China," Ritsuka says, shaking her head slowly. Though she sounds calm, there is certainly some tender tenseness to her words. A storm forming under the ocean's depth. A golden wrath. But that isn't really seen. "It got me a lot more trouble." She shakes her head a second time, and then, her expression grows a little focused. Instead of the usual floating light, a few small beads of gold draw along her clothes, over the scarlet fabric and start to create a glow around herself.
The shaking -almost- topples Lepia off her feet, but she catches herself rather well otherwise. A few gew-gaws and knick-knacks fall from her pockets at the disturbance, necessitating a quick break from the odd woman to collect all of them once again. "Mm!" She makes a quick noise as Tabitha begins, and holds her chain aloft, whispering a few words. The chain begins to shine with a light that is not there, and move and shift sinuously on its own. "... It hurts still. Not doing any acrobatics at this."
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
Ritsuka has to laugh when a little bit of frost starts to form over her skin and she shivers. "It is already very cold. Painfully so. I should have brought a coat to stop the frostbite."
Like ice, Tabitha's hands turn hard, and frozen. The pretty pout turns a shade of purple instead of pink, as her words are then froze from her lungs. There is little to help warm her as she stands at the northern point of the circle drawn. She manages to loosen a breath, that breath fogging before her, and floating away into the already crisped air -- and she without a jacket, herself. "I sometimes wonder what would come of these if we did not decurse them..." And yet, she still tries. "As much as I have studied magick... I often think that some should just be left in existence. But there is no telling what havok these will bring, either." Her eyes, now thawing, are shut, to begin anew in her chant, but not before the ring flashes on her hand once more, signifying the end of the cold burst.
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
It is only happenstance that Tabitha has her eyes closed. The luck!
Lepia weathers the cold rather well, considering the thick and woven wool she seems to clad herself in daily. Even so, frigidness and frost makes itself known on her form, and small beads of condensation from her breath freeze into small beads of ice, which break as the instrument weaves its way through a number of impossible permutations. A pained cry is given as the artifact flashes brightly, her too-wide eyes blinking rapidly.
"You know, sometimes I wonder why I keep my eyes open when helping decurse," Ritsuka says, she for her own also very bright. But she has to shut her eyes and is blinded for a moment. "Sometimes it looks like the best we can do is to be naked or overly warm, leaned to a wall and keep your eyes closed while focusing on the ring."
An arc of lightning blasts out of the artifact to strike Lepia, sending her flying.
Ritsuka opens her eyes and in that, precise moment - BOOM! And poor Lepia is sent flying. She winces, and it is that which breaks the cold that has broken over her expression into concern. "Lepia! Are you alright?"
"They need to up their trickster game." Tabitha says to Ritsuka and Lepia off Ritsuka's observation." She releases Ritsuka's hand so that she can again try to remove the ring, letting the two of their blood act as a lubricant. She is able to pulll it from her hand, but not without it having left gouges along her ring finger, like it had teeth to try to keep it in place. She holds it up with some triumph that it has been removed, only for it to send an arc of lightening toward Lepia. The shock has her dropping the ring into the sand, and her red hair to stand a bit on end. With it off, she exhales. "I feel ... a bit better now. I -- felt a bit like I should -- " She stops herself, and kneels to the ground, despite that Lepia had been thrown off her feet. She isn't meaning to be unsympathetic to her pain, but there is a curse upon her house, afterall. She does send empathic eyes in her direction. A silent sorry and 'are you ok'?"
Lepia all of a sudden jolts and is thrown by the sudden blast of lightning, thrown up into the air and landing with a soft thump on the sand. All that's really heard is a gasp and a whimper of pain at the impact, but no other words; she is, however, at least still breathing.
With a final burst of power the curse on a golden ring is broken.
Valerie says "Cristo. Are there any available assets to assist with decursing a wooden ring someone in the Lodge gave me?"
Tabithas Decursing Attempt 241109
(Tabitha's decursing attempt)
[Fri Nov 8 2024]
At the front entryway to a bungalow
Nestled between the tranquil forest and the sandy beach, this charming beachside bungalow beckons with its timeless allure. Its exterior, adorned in crisp white wood and featuring a cheerful yellow door, exudes coastal charm. The ground, lined with a blend of sand and natural bark, offers a sensory pathway from the peaceful woods to the shore. Extending eastward, the porch becomes a serene retreat, providing panoramic views that seamlessly blend the beauty of the forest with the endless horizon of the beach.
It is morning, about 31F(0C) degrees, and the sky is covered by grey clouds.
Tabitha appears to be waiting for someone, whilst fidgeting with a golden band that has tried to sear itself to her finger, and fuss about her things for various occult constructs. "Yes, it seems to have attached itself to me. You would think I would learn not to pick up random things. But --" She smiles to Lepia and Ritsuka alike, despite the other woman's cold expression. "I really appreciate that you came out, Rits." She beckons for the woman to follow, women, if Lepia will remain.
Ritsuka looks to Lepia "How are your rips, Lepia-san?" And then she follows on after Tabitha. She draws a blade from somewhere under her dress and cuts over her own palm, drawing blood, and then holds out her hand to Tabitha.
Lepia follows along, unpacking a few things from her cardigan, and unfastening a platinum chain on her wrist. She whispers a few things to the thin shining chain, quietly, softly, before Ritsuka's question bumped her from her concentration, causing her to blink. "My rips?"
Tabitha leads the women toward the rocky shores of the ocean she lives up against, to a spot there where remnants of an old ritual circle can be seen. Candles, long extinquished are buried into the sand at very specific points of a nearly washed out circle. The redhead picks up a nearby stick from the rocky sand and begins to refresh what was there. "You can never tell what the curse is until it is too late. But it is always protective of it. It is why I feel that these are tools of the faeries." Circle drawn, she finds her dagger and slices through her hand. When she reaches for, and grasps Ritsuka's hand, there is a stiffening of her form, and a change in her own demeanor. She takes on the emotive features Ritsuka has, cold, and perhaps a bit aggressive.
The whole room shakes.
"Likely from your fight the other night." Tabitha says to Lepia. Her hand grows much tighter and harder against Ritsuka as the ground begins to shake. She stumbles backward some, but manages to maintain her feet by the sheer grace of the Gods. A deep breath is taken, held, and released, as the ring about her finger stops its glow, the spell cast and slowly subsided, with the faint rumble of earth still below the trio. "By the power of three, we will call to the Goddesses of the east, west, north and south."
"Ribs. From the trip to China," Ritsuka says, shaking her head slowly. Though she sounds calm, there is certainly some tender tenseness to her words. A storm forming under the ocean's depth. A golden wrath. But that isn't really seen. "It got me a lot more trouble." She shakes her head a second time, and then, her expression grows a little focused. Instead of the usual floating light, a few small beads of gold draw along her clothes, over the scarlet fabric and start to create a glow around herself.
The shaking -almost- topples Lepia off her feet, but she catches herself rather well otherwise. A few gew-gaws and knick-knacks fall from her pockets at the disturbance, necessitating a quick break from the odd woman to collect all of them once again. "Mm!" She makes a quick noise as Tabitha begins, and holds her chain aloft, whispering a few words. The chain begins to shine with a light that is not there, and move and shift sinuously on its own. "... It hurts still. Not doing any acrobatics at this."
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
Ritsuka has to laugh when a little bit of frost starts to form over her skin and she shivers. "It is already very cold. Painfully so. I should have brought a coat to stop the frostbite."
Like ice, Tabitha's hands turn hard, and frozen. The pretty pout turns a shade of purple instead of pink, as her words are then froze from her lungs. There is little to help warm her as she stands at the northern point of the circle drawn. She manages to loosen a breath, that breath fogging before her, and floating away into the already crisped air -- and she without a jacket, herself. "I sometimes wonder what would come of these if we did not decurse them..." And yet, she still tries. "As much as I have studied magick... I often think that some should just be left in existence. But there is no telling what havok these will bring, either." Her eyes, now thawing, are shut, to begin anew in her chant, but not before the ring flashes on her hand once more, signifying the end of the cold burst.
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
It is only happenstance that Tabitha has her eyes closed. The luck!
Lepia weathers the cold rather well, considering the thick and woven wool she seems to clad herself in daily. Even so, frigidness and frost makes itself known on her form, and small beads of condensation from her breath freeze into small beads of ice, which break as the instrument weaves its way through a number of impossible permutations. A pained cry is given as the artifact flashes brightly, her too-wide eyes blinking rapidly.
"You know, sometimes I wonder why I keep my eyes open when helping decurse," Ritsuka says, she for her own also very bright. But she has to shut her eyes and is blinded for a moment. "Sometimes it looks like the best we can do is to be naked or overly warm, leaned to a wall and keep your eyes closed while focusing on the ring."
An arc of lightning blasts out of the artifact to strike Lepia, sending her flying.
Ritsuka opens her eyes and in that, precise moment - BOOM! And poor Lepia is sent flying. She winces, and it is that which breaks the cold that has broken over her expression into concern. "Lepia! Are you alright?"
"They need to up their trickster game." Tabitha says to Ritsuka and Lepia off Ritsuka's observation." She releases Ritsuka's hand so that she can again try to remove the ring, letting the two of their blood act as a lubricant. She is able to pulll it from her hand, but not without it having left gouges along her ring finger, like it had teeth to try to keep it in place. She holds it up with some triumph that it has been removed, only for it to send an arc of lightening toward Lepia. The shock has her dropping the ring into the sand, and her red hair to stand a bit on end. With it off, she exhales. "I feel ... a bit better now. I -- felt a bit like I should -- " She stops herself, and kneels to the ground, despite that Lepia had been thrown off her feet. She isn't meaning to be unsympathetic to her pain, but there is a curse upon her house, afterall. She does send empathic eyes in her direction. A silent sorry and 'are you ok'?"
Lepia all of a sudden jolts and is thrown by the sudden blast of lightning, thrown up into the air and landing with a soft thump on the sand. All that's really heard is a gasp and a whimper of pain at the impact, but no other words; she is, however, at least still breathing.
With a final burst of power the curse on a golden ring is broken.
Valerie says "Cristo. Are there any available assets to assist with decursing a wooden ring someone in the Lodge gave me?"