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(Valerie's decursing attempt)
[Fri Nov 8 2024]
On Hart Avenue beside the ^Lodge^
It is noon, about 35F(1C) degrees, and the sky is covered by grey clouds.
Valerie says "Sadly, yes."
Valerie swears softly under her breath as she turns the ring over in her hand, quickly scanning the area before she lopes off to the side of the salt-rusted guardrails. "Cristo, how can my luck be so bad to end up having to deal with this?"
Sam says "Ey. "
Declan joins Valerie after he's parked nearby, a little underdressed for the weather though not too affected by it, yet. He follows regardless even if he looks uncertain. "You good?"
"I am well so far," Valerie promises Declan as she woozily perches herself against the guard rail. "Do either of you have recommendations?" she hopes of him and Sam.
Sam hums, pulling a small, rather fresh looking finger-bone on a chain from his shirt. "I'd offer feed it to the underworld." He looks to Declan. "Any suggestions?"
The whole room shakes.
"Nine millimeter. Have been reading on these, but the last thing I ran into was graveyard fae." Declan reaches into his pocket to take out a salt packet filched from somewhere. "Salt?"
Valerie grips the guard rail tighter, her knuckles turning pale as the room shudders around her. She casts a wary glance at Sam's peculiar token, and then at Declan, searching his face for any sign of a plan. "Something tells me the underworld isn't exactly our safest bet here, but if it has to be done..." And then the salt packet is produced and she stares at it. "... We're going to sprinkle salt on the ring?"
Sam closes his eyes, and looks between Valerie and Declan. "If you could be so kind as to draw a triangle with the salt, that'd be very dope, yeh?" He nods to Declan, clasping a hand around that token. "Worked fine on the feckin' guy, yeh?" He gestures to Valerie like she would know what he means.
"Does throwing it in the ocean work?" Declan hopes, putting the salt packet away and hurrying to grab onto the rail before another earthshake sends him falling. Somewhere along this, he manages to ask Sam, "I'm Declan, who are you?"
A section of Declan's clothing catches fire.
Valerie watches Sam and Declan carefully, then moves to set the ring down carefully on the ground between them. "I don't know about oceans, but the salt triangle can work to disrupt curses if we anchor it right." She reaches for Declan's salt packet to draw a deliberate triangle shape. "I--" And then, of course, the scent of something burning distracts her, looking in Declan's direction. "Is something burning?'"
Declan nods at Sam and takes the salt packet out only to notice that, yes, something feels oddly warm and burning. He has time to pass the packet to Valerie before wheeling around and it seems a patch of synthetic on his arm has set afire as if struck by a match and is beginning to melt up. No good. "Fuck," he says, trying to pat away at said spot, somewhat awkwardly, and snuff it out even though he's going to singe himself. "Uh, little help."
Sam idly observes Declan's clothing catching alight, then gestures, his eyes starting to slowly glaze over with a dark tinge. "Thank you, Valerie." He extends his free hand, twisting it in the air, and whispering to that bone in his clasped hand, as if a prayer. "I invoke the Maw of Duat." The shadows around him twist and coil, and a hissing sound escapes his mouth as he twists that hand in the air, pointing towards the ring. "That ring. Is Dead." He speaks the words firmly, his entire body tensing up as he looks towards Declan. "Valerie, if ya please? I'll hold the seal steady." He glares at that ring.
An arc of lightning blasts out of the artifact to strike Valerie, sending her flying.
Valerie barely registers Sam's invocation before the lightning strikes, a searing bolt blasting through the air and slamming into her. She crashes back, her body hitting the ground hard, breath knocked out and her vision a haze of sparks and stars. Gasping, she scrambles up onto one elbow, her hand shaking as she checks for burns on her arm where the lightning scorched her. "G-Get it contained," she grits out through a haze of pain. "Keep that damned thing from lashing out again!" She gives Declan a quick look, her usual steady gaze narrowed and intense. "If you can, get behind the salt triangle. And Sam...whatever you're doing, keep it going. We've got one shot here."
An arc of lightning blasts out of the artifact to strike Declan, sending him flying.
Declan tsks, not having near enough salt in but a packet to make a proper triangle. But it'll have to do. A teensy one on the ground, barely enough to contain a particularly large tomato. That should be enough for a ring, right? The fire's out, at least, so he thinks it's in the clear... before the ring goes blasting him the same way as Valerie and knocking him flat on his ass.
Sam seems rather calm for the fire and lightning striking the other two. "Appriciate ya." He ticks a nod to Valerie, his shadows lengthening, and coiling around that triangle of salt, slowly twisting and churning into a form.
"I invoke the Lord of Isfet." He speaks those words to that charm again, those eyes slowly darkening as he lets out a low, gutteral hiss. "Your Fire... Is Dead." He pauses. "Yer Lightning. Is Dead."
Another arc of lightning flies out, and he states, firmer this time. "Your LIGHTNING! IS DEAD!" He raises his voice, planting both feet on the grounds as his voice echoes with a deep hiss, like a snake of some kind. He nods to Declan. "Ya good?"
With a final burst of power the curse on a wooden ring is broken.
Valeries Decursing Attempt 241109
(Valerie's decursing attempt)
[Fri Nov 8 2024]
On Hart Avenue beside the ^Lodge^
It is noon, about 35F(1C) degrees, and the sky is covered by grey clouds.
Valerie says "Sadly, yes."
Valerie swears softly under her breath as she turns the ring over in her hand, quickly scanning the area before she lopes off to the side of the salt-rusted guardrails. "Cristo, how can my luck be so bad to end up having to deal with this?"
Sam says "Ey. "
Declan joins Valerie after he's parked nearby, a little underdressed for the weather though not too affected by it, yet. He follows regardless even if he looks uncertain. "You good?"
"I am well so far," Valerie promises Declan as she woozily perches herself against the guard rail. "Do either of you have recommendations?" she hopes of him and Sam.
Sam hums, pulling a small, rather fresh looking finger-bone on a chain from his shirt. "I'd offer feed it to the underworld." He looks to Declan. "Any suggestions?"
The whole room shakes.
"Nine millimeter. Have been reading on these, but the last thing I ran into was graveyard fae." Declan reaches into his pocket to take out a salt packet filched from somewhere. "Salt?"
Valerie grips the guard rail tighter, her knuckles turning pale as the room shudders around her. She casts a wary glance at Sam's peculiar token, and then at Declan, searching his face for any sign of a plan. "Something tells me the underworld isn't exactly our safest bet here, but if it has to be done..." And then the salt packet is produced and she stares at it. "... We're going to sprinkle salt on the ring?"
Sam closes his eyes, and looks between Valerie and Declan. "If you could be so kind as to draw a triangle with the salt, that'd be very dope, yeh?" He nods to Declan, clasping a hand around that token. "Worked fine on the feckin' guy, yeh?" He gestures to Valerie like she would know what he means.
"Does throwing it in the ocean work?" Declan hopes, putting the salt packet away and hurrying to grab onto the rail before another earthshake sends him falling. Somewhere along this, he manages to ask Sam, "I'm Declan, who are you?"
A section of Declan's clothing catches fire.
Valerie watches Sam and Declan carefully, then moves to set the ring down carefully on the ground between them. "I don't know about oceans, but the salt triangle can work to disrupt curses if we anchor it right." She reaches for Declan's salt packet to draw a deliberate triangle shape. "I--" And then, of course, the scent of something burning distracts her, looking in Declan's direction. "Is something burning?'"
Declan nods at Sam and takes the salt packet out only to notice that, yes, something feels oddly warm and burning. He has time to pass the packet to Valerie before wheeling around and it seems a patch of synthetic on his arm has set afire as if struck by a match and is beginning to melt up. No good. "Fuck," he says, trying to pat away at said spot, somewhat awkwardly, and snuff it out even though he's going to singe himself. "Uh, little help."
Sam idly observes Declan's clothing catching alight, then gestures, his eyes starting to slowly glaze over with a dark tinge. "Thank you, Valerie." He extends his free hand, twisting it in the air, and whispering to that bone in his clasped hand, as if a prayer. "I invoke the Maw of Duat." The shadows around him twist and coil, and a hissing sound escapes his mouth as he twists that hand in the air, pointing towards the ring. "That ring. Is Dead." He speaks the words firmly, his entire body tensing up as he looks towards Declan. "Valerie, if ya please? I'll hold the seal steady." He glares at that ring.
An arc of lightning blasts out of the artifact to strike Valerie, sending her flying.
Valerie barely registers Sam's invocation before the lightning strikes, a searing bolt blasting through the air and slamming into her. She crashes back, her body hitting the ground hard, breath knocked out and her vision a haze of sparks and stars. Gasping, she scrambles up onto one elbow, her hand shaking as she checks for burns on her arm where the lightning scorched her. "G-Get it contained," she grits out through a haze of pain. "Keep that damned thing from lashing out again!" She gives Declan a quick look, her usual steady gaze narrowed and intense. "If you can, get behind the salt triangle. And Sam...whatever you're doing, keep it going. We've got one shot here."
An arc of lightning blasts out of the artifact to strike Declan, sending him flying.
Declan tsks, not having near enough salt in but a packet to make a proper triangle. But it'll have to do. A teensy one on the ground, barely enough to contain a particularly large tomato. That should be enough for a ring, right? The fire's out, at least, so he thinks it's in the clear... before the ring goes blasting him the same way as Valerie and knocking him flat on his ass.
Sam seems rather calm for the fire and lightning striking the other two. "Appriciate ya." He ticks a nod to Valerie, his shadows lengthening, and coiling around that triangle of salt, slowly twisting and churning into a form.
"I invoke the Lord of Isfet." He speaks those words to that charm again, those eyes slowly darkening as he lets out a low, gutteral hiss. "Your Fire... Is Dead." He pauses. "Yer Lightning. Is Dead."
Another arc of lightning flies out, and he states, firmer this time. "Your LIGHTNING! IS DEAD!" He raises his voice, planting both feet on the grounds as his voice echoes with a deep hiss, like a snake of some kind. He nods to Declan. "Ya good?"
With a final burst of power the curse on a wooden ring is broken.