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Post by Diane McLain on Nov 30, 2009 0:57:28 GMT
'Ur interested in Necro, yeah? Meet at Garden at 10?'
That was the text that Diane had sent to Antosha after staring at the screen for at least five minutes. It was hard to be able to think of what she could do to make it seem more appealing - she suspected that Antosha wouldn't exactly be in the mood to meet her unless she made a convincing reason, and what could be more convincing the Necromancy?
She had hoped that he didn't just think it was some clever trick. She had really needed his help in Necromancy, and for once it wasn't something booksmart. She would even accept Brynn's help, and though she didn't want to tell him explicitly that Brynn was allowed, she wanted it to be left open.
Diane sat in the Garden, blending into the dried up plants and the weeds which had mercilessly taken their place. She was on one of the seats, just so near to the entrance that Antosha would have been able to see her instantly, though not exactly highly visible. She wore a thick coat, which did little to conceal that one of her sleaves wasn't being used, a sling and cast covering her newly broken arm. She was afraid, that was clear from the amount she looked around herself, but she had needed somewhere they wouldn't have been seen.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Nov 30, 2009 2:58:02 GMT
Antosha stared at the new text message from Diane, wondering why she would ever want help in Necromancy. He sighed, knowing without his newly acquired gift he wouldn't be able to detect anything from Diane. He guessed, this time he would just have to trust her. He pulled on his new trench coat, double checking that his choker was fastened tightly. Not that he believed in vampires or anything, but in this school anything was possible.
He walked fast, keeping his steps controlled and measured. His personal pentagram swung around his neck, feeling heavy for once. Though he was feet away from the garden he could feel the swirls in the sifting darkness. "What are you planning?" he hissed at Diane, not blinking when he saw the broken arm.
If she was messing with Necromancy, he would snap. Not to be a hypocrite, but he actually noted Ms Jackson's warning about the dangers in working with the dead. He stood over her, glaring. Necromancy was not to trifled with, even he knew the rules.
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Post by Diane McLain on Nov 30, 2009 3:05:03 GMT
She looked down, suddenly ashamed that she'd even asked for his help. He must have been in a worse mood with her then she had suspected. Usually, she would have just turned him away and told him that she was sorry for disappointing him, but this was important to her.
Her voice tried to become calm, her words formal and her her whole pose would have been more suited to a business table than an abandoned garden if not for her broken arm. "I'm in need of your help, Antosha." she said slowly, trying desperately to stop her voice from breaking, "I am aware of the risks, but there is something I require to know immediately, and I don't know anyone else can help me."
She licked her lips, looking down as she tried to summon the courage, finally looking at him as she said, "I need to find out if my mother's alive. I don't need to talk to her, just know if she's on the other side. There must be some spell you know," she said, her cool composure wearing quickly into desperation.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Nov 30, 2009 4:05:10 GMT
Antosha looked around the garden and sighed, it was useless. He pulled himself up to his full height, and continued to glare at her. "You tried it alone?" he asked coldly, not even trying to fake his disgust. Yes, he loved Necromancy with all his heart. Yes, he knew it was something most would be terrified of. But at least he wasn't so stupid that he would attempt something so dangerous on his own.
He pulled out his phone, pulling down till he found Brynn's number. He typed fast, barely taking his eyes off Diane the whole time; "Brynn, come to the garden. Please hurry, De has gotten into some Necro trouble. Bring everything for contacting the dead." he closed the phone and slipped it back into his pocket.
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Post by Brynn Ciel Devereux on Nov 30, 2009 4:15:48 GMT
Brynn was curled up in his bed wrapped in the book Mayu had given him. It was so interesting taking new ways to scry. Not with only fire or water, or even tea leaves but scrying with wood? or earth? They were supposedly the hardest ways to scry but gave the clearest and best results.
He heard a vibration checking his phone noticing a text from Ant. He stood up slipping on some jeans and a hoodie grabbing a bag and putting a few white and black candles in there, they'd probably have to make a makeshift altar as well. Finally Brynn grabbed some matches and head off.
Upon arriving Ant looked furious. "Hey guys something happen?" He turned toward Ant. "I brought some candles." He looked at De. "You okay?" He asked her confused at what Ant suspected she was doing.
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Post by Diane McLain on Nov 30, 2009 4:20:10 GMT
She looked at him, moving backwards as the accussation hit her. "What?" she asked, hardly able to believe what he was implying, "No, no, Antosha I would never try this by myself, I'm only trying now because I'm desperate!" she said, her sudden desire for justice causing her to inadvertently move her arm, the jolt sending a surge of pain through her body. She gasped, wincing and quickly shielding herself, swearing never to try and move that arm again and cursing herself for being so stupid.
The pain had sent a shocking realisation to her, though. "Wait, you think I did this with Necromancy?" she asked, wondering if that was why she hadn't seen any amount of sympathy. "This isn't from that, this is..." she paused, lying quickly "I fell."
It was then that she looked up, finally realising that Brynn was with them too. She would have given him a warmer welcome, but the her arm was still throbbing. She nodded to him, shuffling over on the bench to give him a place to sit down, turning her gaze to both of them.
"I want just a simple spell. As I said, no contact, just telling if she's dead or not. That's just basic scrying, isn't it?" she asked, her voice getting higher and higher, "You have to believe that I wouldn't try this usually... Wouldn't even consider it, just I think, I think if she is alive then she's in fear of... falling." she cut off shortly.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Nov 30, 2009 4:30:54 GMT
Antosha shook his head shortly, knowing her lies. "Diane. You know very well I can read you, so do not lie to me." he asked coldly. He turned to Brynn as he enter, giving his a quick smile. "Hey Brynn, you got the stuff?" he asked, smiling. After this was over he would have to get Mayu here to preform a cleansing ceremony. Not that he was worried, but something told him they had to preform that contacting. Nothing ever went right when they were scrying, his pictures proved that. "De, you know what scrying is like. Remember the pictures?" he reminded her, not bothering to turn around.
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Post by Brynn Ciel Devereux on Nov 30, 2009 4:43:52 GMT
Brynn sat down next to De giving a smile and thanks before listening to the conversation. Something was wrong between the two. Someone was angry and it looked like it was Ant. However Brynn piped up at the idea of scrying. "I just read some info about scrying, looks like you called the right guy" He said smiling. "I wanted to try earth scrying..." He said to himself.
He looked at the two. "But I do have the materials." He said finishing.
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Post by Diane McLain on Nov 30, 2009 4:50:50 GMT
She drew in a shaking breath, remembering exactly what the picture had looked like, remembered watching her worst fears coming to life, and her arm... "I remember the pictures, Antosha." she said simply, her words spoken so darkly she could barely believe they had come from her own lips.
She looked at Brynn, trying to avoid Antosha's speculation. So she had lied how she had hurt herself, that wasn't the point; the point is that she was worried about her mother, and all Antosha could do was fly insults at her. "Can you find if someone's already dead using Earth scrying, Brynn?" she asked, hoping that there was some way that she could avoid the use of Necromancy at all, though she didn't see how something so closely linked to the dead could avoid it...
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Nov 30, 2009 4:55:47 GMT
Antosha sighed, defeated. It wasn't working, he wanted Diane away from all of this, not her getting sucked in further. "Sorry' he whispered, sinking to the ground beside the bench. All his hope was stuck riding on Brynn now. If the earth scrying didn't work, they would be left with his Necromancy. Maybe if it got too bad he would contact Ms Jackson, he still had her number after all.
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Post by Brynn Ciel Devereux on Nov 30, 2009 4:59:04 GMT
Brynn wondered this. "Well through scrying I can get a picture of her, however if no picture comes up that means..." He stopped knowing that they both knew exactly what it meant. "I'm guessing it would be safer however maybe not entirely as accurate." He said knowing it wasn’t as accurate compared to Necromancy. "It's up to you guys..." He said looking at his feet.
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Post by Diane McLain on Nov 30, 2009 5:07:58 GMT
She curled into a small ball on the seat, physically trembling, even though it was a humid night. She was breathing heavily, trying to stop herself from crying; she was in pain, and so full of drugs that she couldn't think straight, only that she needed this answer more than anything. She shook her head, "No," she said, before she'd even come up with a clear answer, "I mean, is this one of those ones where if you see her she's alive, if not then who knows?" she asked, looking between both of them. "I don't want to tell them-" she stopped herself short, suddenly looking down, "I don't want to think 'maybe' or 'probably'. That's all I've had for three years." she said, traitor tears running down her cheeks.
For once, she prayed for Antosha's powers - she prayed that he could see the image of the man holding her arm, demanding money, demanding her mother, squeezing tighter and tighter, the heat of magic running through her arm and deep into the bone... She wished that he could find the words she never could.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Nov 30, 2009 5:14:25 GMT
Antosha winced, physically puling away from Diane. "Stop them." he whispered, trying not to run away from her. Hot tears ran down his cheeks, matching hers easily. He reached up, wondering if he could try something. A book had mentioned the ability to take away someone's pain with a touch, it was worth a shot in Diane's case. He gently touched her shoulder, closing his eyes focusing as hard as he could.
Imagining waves of a light blue run through her body, bringing peace and washing away the pain. It was like the ocean, calm yet powerful, determined to banish everything in it's path. He winced again as the thoughts became stronger, flashing into his mind again and again.
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Post by Diane McLain on Nov 30, 2009 5:29:52 GMT
She winced, knowing fine well all of a sudden that her pain was hurting Antosha, and that enough was able to convince her that she should try and sort herself out and try to calm down. She tried to clear her mind, finding Antosha's touch a distraction, but it was seeming to work. Maybe it was just the fact that he was touching her, or that she knew that she was in safe hands that would do almost anything to end her pain.
Or maybe it was because they were both easy on the eyes...
She doubted the latter, though it did bring a slight smile to her face, though she all too quickly turned serious again. She turned to Antosha, her lip trembling as she confirmed, "You know," while her eyes pleaded Tell Brynn. I can't.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Nov 30, 2009 5:45:14 GMT
Antosha turned to Brynn, knowing he must be confused by now. "Brynn, like you know Diane didn't fall." he started, sighing as he had to continue. "A guy, I'm not sure who, broke her arm. He wants money, he wants to know where her mother is.. He squeezed her arm tighter and tighter, a feeling of.. What's that? Magic?" he closed his eyes, focusing on the image. "Look, basically some guy broke De's arm." he concluded. He felt a headache coming on, he really wasn't used to focusing this hard to read a thought.
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