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Post by Brynn Ciel Devereux on Nov 30, 2009 23:40:35 GMT
Brynn watched their silent conversation like at the beach before. He waited in silence picking at his fingers. Finally being addressed and looking at De's arm. "Oh my god..." He whispered. "I..I'm sorry." He said feeling bad he couldn't give a more heartfelt or touching reply. He was never great with words to start. "Uhm...so are we going to do this?" He asked a bit worried about it.
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Post by Diane McLain on Nov 30, 2009 23:49:18 GMT
Diane looked down, feeling her body shivering, though there was a strangely cool sense of relief sweeping over her body. She smiled to herself, knowing that the door to the experience had been opened by Antosha, and she could finally talk about it. "It depends on how accurate it actually is," she told Brynn, her voice shaking slightly but loud and clear in the crisp night. "These people want Mum, and I know they will have spent ever chance they could have to try and find her. If I tell them that she's not alive because of some spell which is just as likely to be false..." her voice trailed off. "I've already told them I thought she was dead. If I have any chance then I need to know she is."
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Post by Brynn Ciel Devereux on Dec 1, 2009 0:36:45 GMT
Brynn listened carefully nodding and pulling out some black candles. "Well if we plan to do this right I'm guessing we'll need an altar." He wondered "Why do they want your mom if you uhm, don't mind me asking." He said biting his nail looking up at her. He turned to Antosha and looked around for a flat rock to make an altar.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 1, 2009 0:55:11 GMT
She licked her lips slowly, giving a nervous half-smile as she told him, "Money, why else?" her own words sounding almost cliche, "We had every sleazy loan shark at our doorstep almost all of my life. I didn't recognise the man, but I recognised his type. I haven't had anyone coming to our house or to me for three years, and now suddenly he demands her? Demands her money?" she shook her head, almost hoping that her mother was dead for her own sake.
She felt cold, as if she had been placed into freezing water, tightening every muscle in her body in sudden fear. They were really going to do this? For her? She looked at them both in turn, sliding off her chair and offering Brynn to unpack and set up the candles, finding herself suddenly very handicapped. "Thank you both... So much." she said slowly, looking at them both, "I mean, I really don't-" she paused, unable to find the right words, "I want you to know you don't have to do this. I don't want either of you to get hurt..." she said, looking between both of them, feeling the bonds rushing between them. She couldn't bare the thought of something happening to them... not Brynn....
Not Antosha...
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 1, 2009 1:03:32 GMT
Antosha looked up with a smile, knowing he was as handicapped as De felt. "This work?" he asked, motioning to the altar sitting in the middle of the garden. It had been his own creation, copied exactly out of a book. "Nothing will happen to us." he said reassuringly. Though he was doubting it himself, something could go horribly wrong. Wasn't that why Necromancy had been banned?
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Post by Brynn Ciel Devereux on Dec 1, 2009 1:09:16 GMT
Brynn looked at both of them. He noticed the altar. He began placing the candles on it lighting each one gently. "Uhm, so should I keep a look out or anything?" He offered. He wasn't sure about this but if it was for De he'd at least try it.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 1, 2009 1:15:42 GMT
Diane's coldness didn't go away; she could tell that they were avoiding her, avoiding the possible consiquences. "It's not like we have to cast a summon, or anything..." she took in a deep breath, looking to them both in sudden terror, "Right?" she'd asked. She wanted to know exactly what the dangers were, but at the same time she knew she couldn't face them.
"Someone should lookout..." Diane agreed with Brynn. She knew that Brynn and Antosha were the strongest of them when it came to Necromancy, and probably stronger than Diane with most casting. She would have offered, but she didn't know if she was needed or not.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 1, 2009 1:34:11 GMT
Antosha shook his head, wondering what Brynn was thinking right now. "I should be able to sense if anyone is heading this way." he said, turning back to Diane. No wonder she looked bad, her mind was a wreck. The thoughts kept shifting back and forth, one moment she was solid, the next she was liquid. "Want my jacket?" he asked her, knowing she would need it more then him.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 1, 2009 14:18:10 GMT
She looked up at him, looking at his jacket and thinking about his offer. Usually her mind would be spinning at this idea, wondering what it meant and if he was back to being her friend or maybe something more. Now, however, all she thought about was comparing the warmth. "I have my coat, thanks," she said, trying to pull it tigher around herself. It didn't quite fit, unable to cover her properly from her broken arm getting in the way, letting the cold seep in. It wasn't really a physical cold which made her shudder, though.
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Post by Brynn Ciel Devereux on Dec 2, 2009 5:57:47 GMT
Brynn looked around. "Well alright I guess I'll stay but for safety reasons..." Brynn started muttering a chant under his breath raising his hands gently as a pink sheen formed around them and then disappeared like nothing was there before. "That was an anti-detect barrier took me years to find, and years to learn it." He said quietly. "However it's weak since It's a hard spell so it can probably be broken." He finished lightly looking at the two. "I guess I'm ready when you guys are."
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 2, 2009 14:59:06 GMT
Diane looked around herself, suddenly realising that this was all real. Even though she knew there was an anti-detect spell, she still felt like someone was watching... Perhaps it was the spirits, preparing to do their bidding or try and sabbotage it however possible.
"What do we do?" she asked, sitting down by the altar. "do we need to hold hands or something?" she asked, moving her sling around so it would be easier for Brynn to clutch onto her fingers.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 2, 2009 22:30:43 GMT
Antosha shrugged, it was up to Brynn. Not that he would do much, mostly just being a channel. At home he just closed his eyes and focused on the spirits, saying the spell over and over. But this would be different, because there was a group. He never worked in groups and the books never covered this subject for him.
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Post by Brynn Ciel Devereux on Dec 2, 2009 23:13:32 GMT
Brynn shrugged pulling at his sleeve and taking as eat next to De. He grabbed her hand gently. "I guess we should start. Ant take it away." He said grabbing Ant's hand as well to complete the circle the candles lit up their faces giving off a small warmth. He hoped Ant knew what to do because he didn't.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 2, 2009 23:20:04 GMT
She looked from Brynn to Antosha, her eyes wide. She's assumed that Brynn knew exactly what was going on, and she thought Antosha had thought that too. Did Antosha even know this spell? Was this all a build up for nothing?
She moved her hand closer to Antosha's feeling a spark as she touched Antosha's. It wasn't a good spark, though. Static electricity ran up her fingers, leaving them aching with pins and needles. She ignored this; she had been filled with so many anti-pain meds that she didn't really feel much of it.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 3, 2009 1:56:41 GMT
Antosha gasped, gently taking his hand away from Diane's. "What was that?" he asked, shaking his hand. It was bad enough when Diane had touched him, but that spark had traveled through him and reached out for Brynn. A thought crossed his mind, instantly thousands of words flowed to his brain. There was no spell, there has never been a spell. It was simple now that he thought about it. All they had to do was pour some of their blood into a crystal goblet, focus on Diane's mom and if she was dead she should show up in the candles smoke.
He smiled, now that he knew how to do it he wasn't scared. This wouldn't have to be a summoning after all, it was almost like scrying.
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