Kaisel
The chakram gleams on the floor, coated in his blood where he'd purposefully smeared it before giving the rest to the floor. A streak of her own lines it too, both settling into the metal for Dygra's sake. Like his, her red paint joins the ground, the marking set according to the paper. "I have Torchline healing water," he offers, nodding to the bottle laid out with the other supplies by the bag. Whether she uses it or lets her wound mend on its own is her call, and she's clearly more accustomed to the cleaving of skin and drawing on the well of blood than he is, but it doesn't seem necessary or grateful to let her burn with it while he'd been healed.
He won't push the issue though, her lack of concern about the whole thing just one of those Ancient quirks he's starting to take into stride, easily helped along by her cheery demeanor about everything, even blood letting. With each of them kneeling in preparation now, looking like the early start of a boy girl slumber party, just one led by the wiccan girl in class, the tension of the impending spooks breaks with a laugh that leaps out of his chest. "Reverse birthday candles?!" he demands, delight plain in the words and soon thereafter, the easy glow speckling the corners of the bloody design. "Uh-mazing," he sighs, utterly fond.
With nothing left to delay it, he swallows and flaps the parchment out in front of him. The paper stands stiff in his fingers, and as copper eyes dart back and forth across the page, he reads out the slightly off language, known but not known, the words seeming to hum with power and current as he lends them breath. A chill wracks up his spine when he catches the sudden flicker of the candles in his periphery, the flames almost bending themselves out before surging back tall on the wick. He punctuates the last word clean and clearly, then sets the paper down, expectant.
He waits. And waits. And...waits some more. Held breath loosens. The blood shines with the candlelight, but there's nothing remotely scary in the circle. He leans in, daring to see if perhaps what's been summoned is small. "I guess...nothing happened?" he says with a weird mixture of relief and disappointment. "Must have been a sca—" he turns to look at Charlie as he straightens back up into his kneel, but goes still as death as he discovers her caught in the throes of some sort of attack. Her body convulses in large shakes and waves that lack her normal sultry appeal, looking simply wrong and cruel against her frame. Horror spikes through Kaisel, his hair practically standing on end as his nerves prickle and goosebumps race down his arms.
"CHARLIE!" he yells, scrabbling over to her quickly, grabbing at her shoulders, uncertain if he should shake or steady her. "Oh fuck, oh my gods, Charlie!? How did it get out of the circle!!! It was SUPPOSED TO STAY IN THE CIRCLE!" He's aghast at the clear possession taking hold, the something that he'd summoned landing inside her. Guilt braids into the dismay, understanding trying to take a foothold in this rapidly unraveling disaster. "Maybe I wasn't supposed to mix blood, or I drew it wrong, or, or—FUCK, CHAAAAAAAAARLIE!" A sob tries to strangle him, but he fights off the despair, looking about for a tool or something to save her.
Time is of the essence, so practically swan diving away from her and over backwards to more quickly get his hands in reach of the circle, he swipes frantically at the blood line. Flipping over on his stomach and crawling towards it, he shakily blows out one candle, then the other, only sparing to glance over his shoulder.
Blessedly, the unnatural sounds from Charlie cut short, and for a brief, beautiful moment, he thinks he's done it. He's broken the seal, and as promised, the scary shit has fled, unable to fully step into the summoning now. Daring even to relent to the crack of a smile at the idea of it being over, he glances over a tired shoulder at her, the adrenaline spike exhausting now in the abrupt absence of it. He goes rigid again though, because instead of Charlie, as he knows her at least, there is a small, unassuming, lava crawler sitting there. He gasps and draws his legs up, turning around and collecting his knees in a quiet and quick embrace of concern. "Charlie?" he tests the air, eyes wide with worry. The lava worm waves around, as mindless as any caterpillar has ever been. "Oh my gooooooooooodsssssssssssssss, CHARLIE!" he wails, stooping back to his feet and quickly grabbing the charkram, putting it back into the backpack and shrugging his arms through it. "I don't know how to fix this, but I'm gonna change you back," he promises her, bordering on tears, but the snuffles have come as he reaches down to collect her. Cradling the remnants of his friend in his hand he hurries out of the tower and back into town, intending to find that untrusty shopkeep and make him get Charlie back.
In the end, this was terrifying.
[FIN]
He won't push the issue though, her lack of concern about the whole thing just one of those Ancient quirks he's starting to take into stride, easily helped along by her cheery demeanor about everything, even blood letting. With each of them kneeling in preparation now, looking like the early start of a boy girl slumber party, just one led by the wiccan girl in class, the tension of the impending spooks breaks with a laugh that leaps out of his chest. "Reverse birthday candles?!" he demands, delight plain in the words and soon thereafter, the easy glow speckling the corners of the bloody design. "Uh-mazing," he sighs, utterly fond.
With nothing left to delay it, he swallows and flaps the parchment out in front of him. The paper stands stiff in his fingers, and as copper eyes dart back and forth across the page, he reads out the slightly off language, known but not known, the words seeming to hum with power and current as he lends them breath. A chill wracks up his spine when he catches the sudden flicker of the candles in his periphery, the flames almost bending themselves out before surging back tall on the wick. He punctuates the last word clean and clearly, then sets the paper down, expectant.
He waits. And waits. And...waits some more. Held breath loosens. The blood shines with the candlelight, but there's nothing remotely scary in the circle. He leans in, daring to see if perhaps what's been summoned is small. "I guess...nothing happened?" he says with a weird mixture of relief and disappointment. "Must have been a sca—" he turns to look at Charlie as he straightens back up into his kneel, but goes still as death as he discovers her caught in the throes of some sort of attack. Her body convulses in large shakes and waves that lack her normal sultry appeal, looking simply wrong and cruel against her frame. Horror spikes through Kaisel, his hair practically standing on end as his nerves prickle and goosebumps race down his arms.
"CHARLIE!" he yells, scrabbling over to her quickly, grabbing at her shoulders, uncertain if he should shake or steady her. "Oh fuck, oh my gods, Charlie!? How did it get out of the circle!!! It was SUPPOSED TO STAY IN THE CIRCLE!" He's aghast at the clear possession taking hold, the something that he'd summoned landing inside her. Guilt braids into the dismay, understanding trying to take a foothold in this rapidly unraveling disaster. "Maybe I wasn't supposed to mix blood, or I drew it wrong, or, or—FUCK, CHAAAAAAAAARLIE!" A sob tries to strangle him, but he fights off the despair, looking about for a tool or something to save her.
Time is of the essence, so practically swan diving away from her and over backwards to more quickly get his hands in reach of the circle, he swipes frantically at the blood line. Flipping over on his stomach and crawling towards it, he shakily blows out one candle, then the other, only sparing to glance over his shoulder.
Blessedly, the unnatural sounds from Charlie cut short, and for a brief, beautiful moment, he thinks he's done it. He's broken the seal, and as promised, the scary shit has fled, unable to fully step into the summoning now. Daring even to relent to the crack of a smile at the idea of it being over, he glances over a tired shoulder at her, the adrenaline spike exhausting now in the abrupt absence of it. He goes rigid again though, because instead of Charlie, as he knows her at least, there is a small, unassuming, lava crawler sitting there. He gasps and draws his legs up, turning around and collecting his knees in a quiet and quick embrace of concern. "Charlie?" he tests the air, eyes wide with worry. The lava worm waves around, as mindless as any caterpillar has ever been. "Oh my gooooooooooodsssssssssssssss, CHARLIE!" he wails, stooping back to his feet and quickly grabbing the charkram, putting it back into the backpack and shrugging his arms through it. "I don't know how to fix this, but I'm gonna change you back," he promises her, bordering on tears, but the snuffles have come as he reaches down to collect her. Cradling the remnants of his friend in his hand he hurries out of the tower and back into town, intending to find that untrusty shopkeep and make him get Charlie back.
In the end, this was terrifying.
[FIN]
Haters on my back like a backpack
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Code stolen from Queen Sky
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
