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snowblindrpg2017-11-13 03:16 pm
sleight_of_fate) wrote in snowblindrpg2017-11-13 03:16 pm
[network] @hexappeal; let me enlighten you [open/video] [cw:blood]
Characters: Jared Rhys, Beckett, chaos, Enoch
Location: Building 326- the high school
Date: Day 298, afternoon
Summary: Rhys pisses off some ghosts
Warnings: cw: blood, cursing, rituals
[On camera, Rhys looks a bit shaken and pale, but his jaw is set and his blue eyes are hard and determined. He's got a blanket wrapped around him, and he holds the tablet awkwardly to talk, doing his best to present a calm, professional face.
Hey, is not the first time he's been assaulted by a ghost and he doubts it will be the last.]
So I think we learned a lesson, though I don't know how useful it is. That lesson being, don't do magic in the high school because it will fucking shank you.
[He opens the blanket to reveal a patched wound on his heavily tattooed chest.]
We do have video, though. I performed a tribute ritual combined with a provocation, which is basically going in and deliberately pissing off spirits. "My god is better than your god", basically. We did a pretty good job, apparently.
I've got a few thoughts about a plan B and what else might get results here, but since I'm not quite up for getting myself possessed, I think I'm gonna take a break and come back to it. But if anyone catches something we missed? Have at it.
[The footage, taken from several feet away and clearly from another person, shows the hallways in the high school under unsteady light, mostly weak daylight with the occasional flicker of the overhead flourescents. Rhys is stripped to his heavily tattooed skin except for his jeans and boots, shaved head bare and his sash-wrapped tail out and lashing restlessly as he works. Beckett is with him, on quiet standby as Rhys sets up the ritual with a brief explanation of the plan. He moves swiftly and surely as he sets up a small fire, lays out an X-Acto knife, and puts out a can of cranberry juice and some chalk and charcoal. There's dark winged figures already scribbled over some of the eyes on the walls, and it's clear that this isn't going to be a peaceful ritual like the one Rhys performed in the house before. Even Rhys himself looks different, particularly with all his ink showing: Dark, primal, a little bit crazed.
The camera follows the prayers to the Queen of Crows and Winter, the clouds of dark, noxious smoke that billow up from the handful of wood and insulation that Rhys lights, the ritual sharing and pouring of the "wine" and the quick, practiced bloodletting that Rhys performs on both himself and Beckett with the proper offering of prayer in two different languages.
It's a prayer and offering for battle: against the interloper and the whore, if anyone listens closely enough. Or happens to follow Celtic Gaelic reasonably well. Someone well-versed in mythology might also put together that Rhys's patron might be the Morrigan, goddess of war, death, magic and fate...though asking him about it later probably will get a lot of evasions and not a lot of answers.
It's when Rhys is getting up to close the ritual that he suddenly curses, stumbles, and falls against the wall, one hand pressed to his chest. Red leaks through his fingers as he goes pale and wobbles in shock, and the taping is interrupted in favor of quick treatment of what proves to be a single but profusely bleeding stab wound high on the witch's chest. Then the video ends.]
Location: Building 326- the high school
Date: Day 298, afternoon
Summary: Rhys pisses off some ghosts
Warnings: cw: blood, cursing, rituals
[On camera, Rhys looks a bit shaken and pale, but his jaw is set and his blue eyes are hard and determined. He's got a blanket wrapped around him, and he holds the tablet awkwardly to talk, doing his best to present a calm, professional face.
Hey, is not the first time he's been assaulted by a ghost and he doubts it will be the last.]
So I think we learned a lesson, though I don't know how useful it is. That lesson being, don't do magic in the high school because it will fucking shank you.
[He opens the blanket to reveal a patched wound on his heavily tattooed chest.]
We do have video, though. I performed a tribute ritual combined with a provocation, which is basically going in and deliberately pissing off spirits. "My god is better than your god", basically. We did a pretty good job, apparently.
I've got a few thoughts about a plan B and what else might get results here, but since I'm not quite up for getting myself possessed, I think I'm gonna take a break and come back to it. But if anyone catches something we missed? Have at it.
[The footage, taken from several feet away and clearly from another person, shows the hallways in the high school under unsteady light, mostly weak daylight with the occasional flicker of the overhead flourescents. Rhys is stripped to his heavily tattooed skin except for his jeans and boots, shaved head bare and his sash-wrapped tail out and lashing restlessly as he works. Beckett is with him, on quiet standby as Rhys sets up the ritual with a brief explanation of the plan. He moves swiftly and surely as he sets up a small fire, lays out an X-Acto knife, and puts out a can of cranberry juice and some chalk and charcoal. There's dark winged figures already scribbled over some of the eyes on the walls, and it's clear that this isn't going to be a peaceful ritual like the one Rhys performed in the house before. Even Rhys himself looks different, particularly with all his ink showing: Dark, primal, a little bit crazed.
The camera follows the prayers to the Queen of Crows and Winter, the clouds of dark, noxious smoke that billow up from the handful of wood and insulation that Rhys lights, the ritual sharing and pouring of the "wine" and the quick, practiced bloodletting that Rhys performs on both himself and Beckett with the proper offering of prayer in two different languages.
It's a prayer and offering for battle: against the interloper and the whore, if anyone listens closely enough. Or happens to follow Celtic Gaelic reasonably well. Someone well-versed in mythology might also put together that Rhys's patron might be the Morrigan, goddess of war, death, magic and fate...though asking him about it later probably will get a lot of evasions and not a lot of answers.
It's when Rhys is getting up to close the ritual that he suddenly curses, stumbles, and falls against the wall, one hand pressed to his chest. Red leaks through his fingers as he goes pale and wobbles in shock, and the taping is interrupted in favor of quick treatment of what proves to be a single but profusely bleeding stab wound high on the witch's chest. Then the video ends.]
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