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xp_logsClea and Darcy come to make sure the house doesn't surprise any more unsuspecting victims.
"Achoo!" Clea sniffled after a big sneeze and readjusted the backpack on her shoulders that carried her magical supplies. Looking up at the mansion and sighed, "Bloody fucking hell, this place is just oozing magic." She walked up to the door and opened it, expecting to be greeted with an attack but got nothing. It was too quiet for it being a place of a party. "Alright. Here is the plan. We find the source of where this magic is coming from. We break it. We go home."
"Break and bounce sounds like a plan." She followed Clea warily. "It's... spooky quiet for a place where a party is happening."
"Steve was sending me pictures earlier and it looked like it was crowded." Clea had caught a cold earlier in the week and decided to stay home and get better. But now she was here, playing rescue.
In the end, Steve got his wish and Clea was at the party. Opening the front door and walked in and instantly a shiver went down her spine. "Shite..." She walked in further and brought her bag around and started to dig through it. She took out a string and tied one end on Darcy and the other end on her.
"I am sensing demonic magic at play. The strongest I feel is coming from one of the rooms on the second floor. The string will keep us connected and focused on each other's presence." She looked at the stairs.
"Feels like reality is warped a bit, probably due to the demonic magic. So if you start to feel like you are starting to lose yourself, focus on the string."
Darcy tugged on the string gently as she trailed behind Clea. "Start at the top and work our way down, or check everything as we move along?" At least with just them she wouldn't have to worry about splitting up.
"Start at the top. If we are lucky that will end there." Clea was fairly certain there was nothing of magical origin on the lower floor. She fought off another cough before begin ascending the stairs.
When they reached the next landing, "Not this floor." She continued to the next floor landing, the third floor. "No." She whispered and continued to the final section of the stairs up. "Here."
She paused and reached out to feel the string. "This is the place."
Darcy crowded into Clea's space as they stood in the doorway of the attic. A click, and the small flashlight in her free hand illuminated a small sliver of the room. She moved it slowly to cover the walls and floor. "Fewer cobwebs than I expected, honestly." The light caught a flash of... well, she hoped it was paint staining the floor. "Wait, what's that symbol?"
Clea's eyes followed where Darcy was looking, "What we are looking for." She moved over to the symbol and set down her bag. Too work.
She opened up her bag and took out a stencil, that had weird symbols cut out of it. Clea laid it down over the symbol before taking out a spray can and shook it really well. She paused and looked over at the door. "Darcy, we will be having company in a moment. Think you can bar the door?" The witch then began to lay down the magic infused paint onto the stencil. She had came up with this method only recently while studying with Mordo.
"Absolutely." Darcy said as she eyed the contents of the attic. She tugged firmly on the door to ensure it was firmly shut, then started shuffling boxes towards it. She got them securely covering the bottom of the door, then turned to watch Clea work. "Alright, that's gonna take at least a few minutes to get through unless someone's super strong."
"You are the best." Clea peeled off the stencil. Closing her eyes, she recited the spell meant to break other ritual spells. Her own sigil began to glow a golden color, filling the room with its presence, as the one underneath it burned into the floor as if it was trying to cling to this world. Clea continued to the spell as the door that Darcy had just closed began to pound violently as if someone or something was trying to get in.
"Hope that's almost ready because someone...thing is NOT happy." Darcy kept a wary eye on the boxes blocking the door. "Boxes are holding for now though."
A final pulse illuminated the room and beyond. The original sigil faded to a dull grey and Clea's turned white. The banging on the door had stopped and the heaviness around the house had lifted. Mordo was right preparing spells helped her not to exert too much energy. However she felt worse because of this bloody cold.
Standing up and looking over at Darcy. "I think it is done."
"You look pretty done too. C'mon, let's get you back to some cold meds and a bed." .
"Achoo!" Clea sniffled after a big sneeze and readjusted the backpack on her shoulders that carried her magical supplies. Looking up at the mansion and sighed, "Bloody fucking hell, this place is just oozing magic." She walked up to the door and opened it, expecting to be greeted with an attack but got nothing. It was too quiet for it being a place of a party. "Alright. Here is the plan. We find the source of where this magic is coming from. We break it. We go home."
"Break and bounce sounds like a plan." She followed Clea warily. "It's... spooky quiet for a place where a party is happening."
"Steve was sending me pictures earlier and it looked like it was crowded." Clea had caught a cold earlier in the week and decided to stay home and get better. But now she was here, playing rescue.
In the end, Steve got his wish and Clea was at the party. Opening the front door and walked in and instantly a shiver went down her spine. "Shite..." She walked in further and brought her bag around and started to dig through it. She took out a string and tied one end on Darcy and the other end on her.
"I am sensing demonic magic at play. The strongest I feel is coming from one of the rooms on the second floor. The string will keep us connected and focused on each other's presence." She looked at the stairs.
"Feels like reality is warped a bit, probably due to the demonic magic. So if you start to feel like you are starting to lose yourself, focus on the string."
Darcy tugged on the string gently as she trailed behind Clea. "Start at the top and work our way down, or check everything as we move along?" At least with just them she wouldn't have to worry about splitting up.
"Start at the top. If we are lucky that will end there." Clea was fairly certain there was nothing of magical origin on the lower floor. She fought off another cough before begin ascending the stairs.
When they reached the next landing, "Not this floor." She continued to the next floor landing, the third floor. "No." She whispered and continued to the final section of the stairs up. "Here."
She paused and reached out to feel the string. "This is the place."
Darcy crowded into Clea's space as they stood in the doorway of the attic. A click, and the small flashlight in her free hand illuminated a small sliver of the room. She moved it slowly to cover the walls and floor. "Fewer cobwebs than I expected, honestly." The light caught a flash of... well, she hoped it was paint staining the floor. "Wait, what's that symbol?"
Clea's eyes followed where Darcy was looking, "What we are looking for." She moved over to the symbol and set down her bag. Too work.
She opened up her bag and took out a stencil, that had weird symbols cut out of it. Clea laid it down over the symbol before taking out a spray can and shook it really well. She paused and looked over at the door. "Darcy, we will be having company in a moment. Think you can bar the door?" The witch then began to lay down the magic infused paint onto the stencil. She had came up with this method only recently while studying with Mordo.
"Absolutely." Darcy said as she eyed the contents of the attic. She tugged firmly on the door to ensure it was firmly shut, then started shuffling boxes towards it. She got them securely covering the bottom of the door, then turned to watch Clea work. "Alright, that's gonna take at least a few minutes to get through unless someone's super strong."
"You are the best." Clea peeled off the stencil. Closing her eyes, she recited the spell meant to break other ritual spells. Her own sigil began to glow a golden color, filling the room with its presence, as the one underneath it burned into the floor as if it was trying to cling to this world. Clea continued to the spell as the door that Darcy had just closed began to pound violently as if someone or something was trying to get in.
"Hope that's almost ready because someone...thing is NOT happy." Darcy kept a wary eye on the boxes blocking the door. "Boxes are holding for now though."
A final pulse illuminated the room and beyond. The original sigil faded to a dull grey and Clea's turned white. The banging on the door had stopped and the heaviness around the house had lifted. Mordo was right preparing spells helped her not to exert too much energy. However she felt worse because of this bloody cold.
Standing up and looking over at Darcy. "I think it is done."
"You look pretty done too. C'mon, let's get you back to some cold meds and a bed." .
