Kaisel
"That's why I have to get in a regular dose of chaos with you!" he points out cheerfully in response to which crowd he should be with, blowing her a kiss. The chatter dies out to the seriousness of what's at hand now though, at least in as much as can be found among the odds and ends he whips out from his bag left and right. The bottomless aspect of it makes it a challenge to fish out the last, and most important, item that remains—the directions. Already elbow deep, he grunts and leans up to his shoulder, armpit brushing the zipper as he fights for a hold on what he needs.
"Fiiirst," he explains with a puff of breath. "We'll paint the summoning circle on the floor with our blood, theeeeen—AHA!" His features lift and brighten from their concentrated crunch as he sits up and reveals a small parchment. "Got this from Haunt Topic," he informs her, flicking it with his other finger as if proof of its authenticity. He flaps it open and lays it down for them both to see, the pentagram-style design drawn out in ink. "So, using the chakram, paint this on the ground with our blood, then light those candles and set them at each star point, and then say those words at the edge of the paper and voila—we'll have summoned something spooky."
He gathers up the other items of garlic, wood, silver, and lead into a pile. "Those are for if shit goes sideways," he explains with a nod. "Though, we should just be able to blow the candles out and break the blood-design and poof, it goes back." That's what the very trusty shopkeep said anyway.
"Fiiirst," he explains with a puff of breath. "We'll paint the summoning circle on the floor with our blood, theeeeen—AHA!" His features lift and brighten from their concentrated crunch as he sits up and reveals a small parchment. "Got this from Haunt Topic," he informs her, flicking it with his other finger as if proof of its authenticity. He flaps it open and lays it down for them both to see, the pentagram-style design drawn out in ink. "So, using the chakram, paint this on the ground with our blood, then light those candles and set them at each star point, and then say those words at the edge of the paper and voila—we'll have summoned something spooky."
He gathers up the other items of garlic, wood, silver, and lead into a pile. "Those are for if shit goes sideways," he explains with a nod. "Though, we should just be able to blow the candles out and break the blood-design and poof, it goes back." That's what the very trusty shopkeep said anyway.
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
