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Post by Salem Greer on Mar 27, 2013 0:50:48 GMT -5
Salem thought upon his options. "Pain doesn't bother me any." he said, mulling over which one he would prefer the most. They each had a positive side to them, but all had draw backs. "This tattoo... How large would it be and how does it work?" he asked, finding that one the most to his liking.
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Post by Willow on Mar 27, 2013 0:55:47 GMT -5
"Whatever size you want really, as long as it doesn't get messed up. So the smaller the target the better." She showed him the design from her book. It was a downward V with a curve from the center ending in a hook. On the left side was a triangle with a line through it and on the right side was a cusp with a symbol nestled atop. "It'll do the trick, but best to put it somewhere tire not likely to be cut."
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Post by Salem Greer on Mar 27, 2013 1:03:47 GMT -5
Salem thought about it for several moments. "Somewhere it can't get damaged." he looked over himself quickly. He was scarred from head to toe. Seemingly more scar than skin, finding a spot would be hard. His only other option was the spell, but he didn't like the idea of it turning off. "I've got it." he said cheerfully before sticking out his tongue. "Dis vill do, wight?" he asked. His tongue was long, almost to the point of being prehensile. It was another gift from his friend.
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Post by Willow on Mar 27, 2013 1:07:41 GMT -5
Willow quickly ducked her head to her book, clearing her throat she nodded. "Yes. That would... Um... Yes, the tongue is rarely targeted. Though... I must clarify that my spells are binding once..." She trailing off, looking pointedly at his hand.
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Post by Salem Greer on Mar 27, 2013 1:10:03 GMT -5
Salem laughed at her discomfort, pulling his tongue back into his mouth. "I just have to avoid biting my tongue and I'll be alright." He followed her gaze towards his hand that she had placed a spell on. He blinked several times in rapid succession as he lifted it up. "Binding?" he asked, remembering how she had placed the spell on it.
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Post by Willow on Mar 27, 2013 1:12:48 GMT -5
"Binding like the spell is unlikely to wear off. Not binding as in we're bound together," she explained quickly. "But yes, that is one if the downfalls to my magick, you could say..." Her cheeks flushed slightly. "But biting your tongue wouldn't damage the mark enough, unless you took a good chunk out of it."
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Post by Salem Greer on Mar 27, 2013 6:46:39 GMT -5
Salem sheepishly rubbed the back, feeling foolish for misunderstanding. "Ah, well then." He sat and pondered for a moment or two. "Lets go with the spell then. Unfortunately, whenever I bite my tongue take a little more serious." He said, brandishing his dagger-like teeth.
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Post by Willow on Mar 27, 2013 7:04:38 GMT -5
"Ah, yes it would appear so." Willow looked over the spell. "It's simple enough, really. So should we get started? I have what we'll need." She glanced over the spell, familiarizing herself with it. "Just so we're 100% clear... I meant earlier that my spells are usually bound through a kiss of the symbol." She rummaged through her bag, mentally going through her checklist. "Also, this is a blood tattoo. It will require a small cut on your person to acquire the blood, but don't worry, I can heal that as well." Satisfied with her inventory, she looked back at him. "So ready to get started?"
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Post by Willow on Mar 27, 2013 8:43:11 GMT -5
"Now it won't give you complete immunity to fire, but suffice it to say you'd have to swim in lava before it caused you serious harm." She chuckled. "And that's no exaggeration."
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Post by Salem Greer on Mar 27, 2013 9:32:04 GMT -5
Salem looked at his hand and snickered. "And here I was thinking it was my roguish good looks." He joked aloud. "I'm ready when you are, and don't fret about it. I'm a quick healer."
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Post by Willow on Mar 27, 2013 10:06:06 GMT -5
"Then lets head outside. Best work done in moonlight, as I've learned over the years." Willow shouldered her bag, putting the book under her arm. "And you wouldn't be able to handle me," she joked back, heading towards the door. "And let me know if you start to feel any changes you're not comfortable with. However, you should feel a bit warmer in general."
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Post by Salem Greer on Mar 27, 2013 10:27:34 GMT -5
Willow's response elicited a soft laugh from the scarred man. The mention of warmth made his smile melt. "Warm is usually uncomfortable for me, but I'll survive." He pushed himself up and followed after the witch. "It'll save me a lot of pain in the future." He said, mostly reminding himself.
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Post by Willow on Mar 27, 2013 10:47:40 GMT -5
Willow nodded, gesturing him to follow her to a secluded clearing. "Okay," she turned to face him, a serious expression on her face, making her look a few years older. "Now that we're away from the others, there is something else you need to be aware of before we proceed." She set out her tools in a tight group. "It's another side effect of my blood magick. One of the things that makes it so potent is that it transfers memories." She went back to him again, her hood casting a shadow across her face. "If you hold a memory in your mind during the process, that's what I'll get. Honestly, I don't care, but it's the law of exchange." She took a deep breath. "Still want to proceed? That's the last thing that should affect your decision."
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Post by Salem Greer on Mar 27, 2013 14:48:47 GMT -5
Salem listened intently as the leader of his ragtag group spoke. A solemn look passed over his face as he crossed his arms over his chest. Sharing memories... that bit didn't particular appeal to him. He was happy enough to share some of it with the witch, finding a kindred spirit in her, but an entire memory. In the past one hundred and seventy years only a few of his memories were pleasant. "Seeing as how the nights been going so far you're likely to find out about it eventually. I want you to agree that no matter what you see you won't ask me to leave." he told her, uncrossing his arms as he stepped forward.
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Post by Willow on Mar 27, 2013 14:56:08 GMT -5
SHe held out her hand to him. "You have my word, Salem, you won't be sent away from what happens within the circle." Once they shook, she set to work, casting a circle and calling various entities to her aide. She instructed him to kneel in the circle with her, so that they faced each other. She took his arm, noting the many scars on his skin. "This may sting." Willow took her boline and flicked the blade across the skin, a small trail of blood dripping into a shallow bowl. She murmured words over his blood, turning the blade to her own skin, draining some of her blood into the bowl. She handed the blood to Salem, adding more ingredients to the mix until it turned a harsh black that glinted in the moonlight. "Now hold out your tongue. This is where you'll feel warmth. Do you have the memory in your mind?"
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