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bewitchinghaze) wrote2014-07-04 03:28 pm
bewitchinghaze) wrote2014-07-04 03:28 pm
Deconstructing A Curse [Open]
It's been three days since Val dragged Lou home from the police station and found the cursed plant by her bedside. Three days of trying to figure out what kind of plant it was, exactly. She's at the end of her rope with the goddamn menace, and that feeling of uselessness brought on by Yura's visit, and the news of her grandmother's passing, has reached its peak. It's time for drastic measures.
She tosses her mage kit onto her shoulder and writes a quick note to Riley, pinning it on the fridge to let her know where she is. Gathering the plant into her arms, she heads out in the the woods behind the house. She knows of a clearing surrounded by hawthorns (known for their magic enhancing abilities) and various wild flowers that will help contain negative magics so she heads straight there.
Setting the plant down in the middle of everything, she lays a circle of herbs around the edge of the clearing and calls up a bubble of magic to contain her workings. Everything set, she sits tailor style in the middle of the clearing and begins to clear her mind and falls into her magic. The green fire at the centre of her is blazing in response to her surroundings and ready to dig itself into this curse. Val lets a vine of it reach into the slimy feeling black magic around the plant, searching for the chinks in the curse. She sorts through the different bits and pieces of magics, tugging away a curse for hallucinations, another for distrust... Finally reaching the centre of it all and the toughest bit of magic, she shoves a blaze of her magic at it.
The backlash is spectacular. She's physically knocked back from the plant, the release of the curse exploding it, and the pot its in, sending sharp shards of pottery to slice cuts into her cheek and arms. Hitting the ground, she has a brief moment to think 'Fuck' and 'I hope someone finds that fucking note' before she blacks out.
She tosses her mage kit onto her shoulder and writes a quick note to Riley, pinning it on the fridge to let her know where she is. Gathering the plant into her arms, she heads out in the the woods behind the house. She knows of a clearing surrounded by hawthorns (known for their magic enhancing abilities) and various wild flowers that will help contain negative magics so she heads straight there.
Setting the plant down in the middle of everything, she lays a circle of herbs around the edge of the clearing and calls up a bubble of magic to contain her workings. Everything set, she sits tailor style in the middle of the clearing and begins to clear her mind and falls into her magic. The green fire at the centre of her is blazing in response to her surroundings and ready to dig itself into this curse. Val lets a vine of it reach into the slimy feeling black magic around the plant, searching for the chinks in the curse. She sorts through the different bits and pieces of magics, tugging away a curse for hallucinations, another for distrust... Finally reaching the centre of it all and the toughest bit of magic, she shoves a blaze of her magic at it.
The backlash is spectacular. She's physically knocked back from the plant, the release of the curse exploding it, and the pot its in, sending sharp shards of pottery to slice cuts into her cheek and arms. Hitting the ground, she has a brief moment to think 'Fuck' and 'I hope someone finds that fucking note' before she blacks out.
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"That's my plan, give poison to every hot girl I come across in attempts to sweep them off their feet by saving them later," Genevieve said, snapping her fingers in faux frustration. "But here you didn't really need much saving. Ruined the whole plan."
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"Yes, you absolutely are, and if no one has told you then that's a shame," Genevieve said, smirking a bit as the girl seemed to like being told that.
"And it's okay, I like a girl that can generally rescue herself."
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"You'd love my family then. Umma was raised to take care of herself, and she passed that on down to us."
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"Well, I'll make sure to tell you again," Genevieve said, more than happy to provide that particular service to the girl. It was always nice when someone was receptive to compliments.
"Right, you mentioned a sister?"
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"I haven't been there yet, although I think I met one of the Coombs? Aoife?" she said. Genevieve didn't know if Aoife actually worked at the place, probably not, but she was probably at least known there.
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"I don't really do many potions or spells," she admitted. Genevieve knew a bit, it was hedge magic mostly, and while she had the ability to do more she was pretty lacking on the training.
"But if I need any ingredients, I'll keep the place in mind."