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Post by Celeste Belmont on Apr 3, 2015 19:26:29 GMT -6
Celeste didn't know how she came across the book in her library or how many days she had been contemplating such a dangerous stunt but, in her line of business, she knew that somethimes she just needed to take risks. It wasn't like she was any closer to finding out her mum and pop. What could be a better way to find out just what had happened to them, to bring them home even, than by such a drastic measure. Of course, she hadn't said anything to Adam yet.it wasn't until she had finally used her spell room to call upon a norse god for help that the monstrosity of a 'father' had even figured out she was planning something. In hindsight, he should have seen the signs. Her caution around him with the book, the way she quickly snapped it shut and lied when he tried to ask about it, how she had tried to stay somewhat isolated the past few days. Yes he should have seen the signs. She should have been happy that he hadn't, though. It had taken a bit of blood and some rather hard to come by ingredients in order for her to even start to try and contact the norse god of Lies and Trickery. It had been a desperate and pretty sloppy attempt at that. She was probably lucky, though. Rather than Loki, she had instead come into contact with his son. One Leif Lokison. She had heard of him before from some low life monster scum she only let live in order to keep up on all the nitty gritty details of the ongoings down 'under' so to speak. She wasn't the most thrilled with having to settle for second best but, when it came down to it, it was probably better that she ended up with Lokison and not Loki himself. She couldn't even imagine what sort of foolishness that would have or what it could have even cost her. It shuddered for her to even think about. Still, with that having been out of the way, Celeste had been free to continue reading up on the Teller, the mystical, and very dangerous, creature she was so dead set on calling forth to get her answers. She had gone back to her room to clean up her hand and continue her research, only to find the hulking monster there, seemingly thumbing through the translated book. True, there wasn't much for her to go off of, but reading it over and over, soaking it in, seeing if there were things she could translate herself was helpful to her. Seeing Adam there, however, drained her almost chipper mood. "The bloody 'ell do you think you're doing?!" she asked, her tone exasperated. "You're not thinking of summoning this thing, are you?" He wasn't even trying i beat around the bush, he went right for it. "So wha' if i am?" she countered with a bit of a huff, her arms crossing defensively over her chest. A bit of blood dripped down along her arm, but she ignored it. The skin around the cut was slowly stitching itself back together anyway. She probably shouldn't have cut so deep. "This is dangerous, you know that don't you? You shouldn't be doing this. Your mothe-""My mother what?" she snapped, cutting him off before he could even finish the word. "My mum isn't here an' it doesn't seem like she's comin' back. I jus' want to know why, where she is, what happened to her. An' this is my chance. The first bloody chance I've gotten since she... since they disappeared. Killin' an' huntin' is only gettin' me so far, Adam. I want, no, need answers."He stared at her for a long moment and she didn't need to be a psychic to know he was contemplating arguing with her. In the end, that was exactly what he did. It seemed like hours that they fought and argued. But Celeste had her mind made up. And when she had her mind made up, she wasn't likely to change it. By the end of it, Adam had finally left her be to go make them dinner. His last muttered words only seemed to make her smirk as she headed to the adjacent bathroom to clean the blood from her arm and hand. "Just like my mum's right," she said with a soft chuckle. The rest of the night was spent reading and sketching, trying to figure out just how this would work. Tomorrow the demi-god would be there, be in her backyard doing gods knew what in order to prepare for this summoning. Part of her had been excited all night about it, to the point in which she could barely sleep. But part of her, that small part of her that took Adam's words to heart, was absolutely terrified of how this might turn out. ______________ Celeste had pretty much slept in the next day. When she had finally gotten to sleep, she had found trouble getting back up. Perhaps next time she would use a little less of that sleeping tonic she had made. At least she hadn't been plagued with nightmares, though. No, only a black void had graced her that night. A void she happily accepted. It was better than the dark terrors that seemed to await her from time to time of the horrors her parents might have succumb to. Adam wasn't really speaking to her today and she knew that was a bad thing. She knew it was to prevent another fight, but she hated when the lug didn't speak to her. He was the only person she cared to talk to most days. She should have listened to him last night, likely. Should call this whole thing off. But she couldn't. No, not couldn't, wouldn't. They had still had breakfast as they usually did, though, and come noon, she has headed out to do a bit of shopping she knew sorely needed done. She trusted that if Leif needed any assistance or guidance when he got there, Adam would assist. She really didn't know what to expect. A few hours spent in shopping for potion ingredients, food, books, and a few bags of McDonalds she remembered she was supposed to pick up. Why she needed it, she wasn't entirely sure, but she hadn't really wanted to argue when her connection the day before could have cut out at any moment. When she got back, she had Adam take in the groceries while she brought the McDonalds with her to the back gardens, expecting to see Lokison there setting up. "Hope i didn't keep you waiting too long," she said, moving to one of the stone benches to place the bags of fast food down and lean against the backing of. "Now you're positive you know how this works? I don't need some Loki substitute fuckin' this up for me."((TAG;; @lokijr OOC;; This is going to be magnificent! If you would like me to change anything, don't be afraid to tell me so, toots! Also, sorry that it's mostly a lot of blabbity blah background stuff that probably wasn't necessary xD I also might change the titles name, but that was all i could think of at the moment))
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Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2015 10:40:50 GMT -6
The whole thing seemed to start with Aatsuk complaining about her flights always seeming to lead her to some wood near Boston. She blamed the wind, and stopped flying entirely for three days before Leif was contacted. *** Leif has been in his lab when he had received the call. He was just about to show off an experiment to one of the professors involving blasting his magic through what he called “hypothetical models” but were genuine healing potions. When he had answered he had quickly realised that maybe he shouldn't have set up a spell ensuring all magical-related information could reach his phone. The experiment had just started, and currently the professor was deeply fascinated by the fact that this student actually did have magical powers. The experiment hardly helped the phone signal. He had been about to add “pop into Wendy’s, they do free meals if you claim you aren't from the area and have no money” but the professor was already looking exasperated at Leif’s talk about food during a serious experiment. The connection had cut out precisely four seconds after a vial of potion over-heated and exploded, which was enough time to yell ”Crap!” and then to cast a psionic field over the professor’s head, which may have contributed to the static at the end of the call. Cleaning the lab was left to Leif. As the potion didn't damage anything the rest of the department agreed this was a fitting punishment, and also that at least a metre clearance should in effect for his future experiments. He didn’t mention that he could clean up in three seconds flat. *** Leikny had completely raided the fiction sections of several garage sales and a charity shop (it was the cheapest place, and yes admittedly she did prefer the money she spent going to a cancer fund than to some corporate fat-cat). She also had printed out a long series of fan-fictions she had found on the internet. Most of these her mother had directed her to years ago, telling her “this is why we don’t let the god of mischief on fanfiction.net… or the internet generally.” Leikny had also done her Wendy’s trick in three different branches. It took a large amount of blood to draw all the lines. Leikny was just exceedingly glad for the rapid healing she had, or the long line of small cuts down her calves would likely be permanent. She had learned the hard way to never use hands for a blood offering. They were used far too frequently and had far too many nerve endings; blade-wielding with huge gashes on your palms was nightmarish. Applying any of the food sacrifice had been left until now. She had drawn most of the runes, only leaving a small area un-done, not wishing to accidentally activate this early. The knife she had used lay, newly cleaned, on the ground next to the pile of god-awful fiction. Aatsuk swooped over the rune-circles – yes, plural- correcting minute details and muttering words that sounded strange even to Leikny. It was her call of ”Chyak Chyak!” to Celeste which made Leikny look up, still cross-legged on the grass, at the approaching woman. The area she approached covered a five-metre by five-metre area, intricately drawn. There was one main circle with five smaller circles linking into it, and these over-lapped. Each circle had several layers, and each of the lines that seemed to make out the shapes was drawn from hundreds of tiny runes. Sections between the layers were filled with shapes. Most were innocent, like a set of stars or an anvil, but a good number showed horrible scenes. One was a sheep with its liver being torn out, another a man decapitating a strange snake-headed being, one – which Leikny had squirmed awkwardly at seeing drawn in her own blood- Loki himself having venom dripped into his eye by her brother. Between the sections, Celeste could reasonably be able to pick out any number of scenes. ”I’d recommend watching the fast-food.” The feminine voice and form were likely a surprise. Leikny probably should have mentioned the whole “shape-shifting illusion-casting magical jotunn demigod” thing a lot earlier, even if it was less entertaining. If the other woman hadn't already picked that up from her other sources. Of course the comment was followed with a cheeky grin. ”Don’t worry, it took me nearly three hours to draw out this beauty. Should take around ten minutes to finish off, I reckon. Between that, no, the wait has not been long.” Leikny was positioned right next to the last section that would have to be drawn, so that it looked like she had just decided to take a pause rather than intentionally stopping work to wait. ”I’m relying on Aatsuk’s information right now, so honestly I’d be more prone to asking the bird. I have not done this before, but Aatsuk’s knowledge is suspiciously comprehensive on Tellers.” She gave Celeste a cold glare at being referred to just as a substitute. ”I assure you my father would screw this up on purpose. I am most definitely safer to attempt this with than him.”Aatsuk’s falling ”Kiao Kiao” could probably be picked out as laughter even though she had yet to actually speak since Celeste had arrived. Leikny had a sneaking suspicion that she would also be able to understand the jackdaw, and maybe this was why Aatsuk was being near-silent. (OoC: this will indeed by absolutely beautiful.)
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Post by Celeste Belmont on Apr 10, 2015 8:07:22 GMT -6
At the sound of such a feminine voice, Celeste shifted to rub her eyes and quickly check for junk in her ears. Wasn't this supposed to be a man? So at first she thought that maybe she had been seeing or hearing things. But no, after making sure there was nothing upsetting her perception of things, she realized that there really was a woman there. And if it wasn't for the fact that she was sure so few people couldn't actually get back here what with the massive "caretaker" of the estate watching guard, the only logical response in her head was, "I know weirder things 'ave happened before but, if you don't mind my asking, aren't you supposed to be a man?"
Celeste's eyes slowly shifted away from Leif for a moment to look at the little bird that was hovering around the area. Usually, she didn't question such things but something looked weird about it to her. And it wasn't because it looked different from what it was supposed to look like. It was because of the aura surrounding it. It wasn't the most visible, especially considering she wasn't quite trying for auras, but it was a bit nasty, if that was even the word for it. She just hoped it belonged to the strikingly feminine man sitting in garden.
"Wonderful, wouldn't want to seem like a horrid host if you'd been waiting around." She couldn't really seem to help the bitter hints in her tone. The scent of whatever he was drawing with was stinging her nose and, now that he was here, that this was actually happening, she couldn't help but wonder if this was a mistake. Not the part where she summons a teller. No, the part where she's seemingly trusting the son of the god of trickery and lies to help her. God, she must be desperate. "What are all those runes being drawn in, anyway? It smells wretched to me. Not worse than vampire blood but still, pretty bad."
He was relying on a bird... he was relying on a bird?! Bloody hell, that seemed ridiculous! Then again, she relied on things that, quite honestly, most people thought were just faerie tales so she supposed she really shouldn't judge. So she glanced back at the bird. At least it explained the nasty aura around it. "Well, bird, you not gonna make me wanna pluck your feathers and roast you for supper tonight, are you? As i don't have time for this to get messed up. I'm sure you'd go with a nice white wine quite well, though." She was threatening a bird... what has her life become. She just barely caught the glare in her direction. "I'm sorry, did i offend you? Promise it wasn't on purpose. Now can we just get this moving on! Anything i can do to help?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2015 11:01:39 GMT -6
”Supposed…No. Unless I was fated to be, I am not supposed to be anything.” Leikny shuffled slightly, turning just a little to make meeting Celeste’s eyes easier. ”I’m a shape-shifter, so it’s hardly a surprise if I’m not always a man, is it?” Knowing that the form would still likely be seen as a lie unless she justified it, and even then would almost certainly still be, Leikny added: ”I can only transform into myself.” That seemed like such a normal thing to her that she didn’t get the hint when the bird made quiet coughing noises for at least a few seconds. ”Apparently children of the Norse god of chaos seem to carry that down into their own identities.”
Leikny ignored the comment on her hosting skills. She at least thought Celeste was a pretty good host for just allowing her to get on with things without mindless prattle. ”I must admit I’m not too keen on the scent either.” Leikny raised her eyebrows, smiling maybe a little too innocently. ”Wine. From Carnelian grapes, which grow in high laterite areas which is why it smells of iron. Happy?”
Aatsuk landed briefly on the ground next to Celeste to check over a few of the closer markings, as well as to peruse the woman. ”Most definitely not.” Aatsuk clearly was acknowledging that she could speak, which made it all the more likely that Celeste could understand her. At least that would save on translation time. She also took off again almost as soon as she felt she had taken a good look at the monster-hunter. ”I think I’m rather too gamey to make a meal. And being gamey rather helps to avoid being captured by little girls. Besides, I doubt roast jackdaw is the most nutritious meal you could have; there’s no meat on me. I’d go for the demigod.”
“What a wonderful friend you are, Aatsuk.”
“I’m even better counsel.”
”I’d more attest to your merits as target practice.” Leikny picking up the clean knife probably had some reasoning over the jackdaw’s quick return to her incantation.
Leikny just ignored Celeste’s apologies, having spoken through them, and knowing that she had just been telling what she viewed to be the truth, even if it was somewhat offensive. ”You can shut up for five minutes.” Luckily she had put some of the so-far unused blood into a small vial, with the thinking of convenience in not having to cause further pain to herself. She shot a quick signal across to Aatsuk, who landed atop her shoulder. ”Actually, you could start to lay out the food in the circles. Aatsuk doesn't seem to think the arrangement particularly important as long as it's there.”
Leikny leaned down over the section again, taking the instructions that the bird was sending across. She used the clean knife to draw out the runes upon direction, assuming that she had received the cue to finish off the actual design.
Each few lines the tip of the blade found its way into the vial and a few drops of blood were carried down onto the ground.
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Post by Celeste Belmont on May 6, 2015 11:05:06 GMT -6
I keep kicking at the curb with my worn out shoes Celeste wasn't one hundred percent sure what to think about the fact that what she had been expecting to be a male guest ended up being a girl, but at his explanation, she almost felt as if it was perfectly normal. Far stranger things have happened, after all. Especially in her life. You were talking about a girl who pretty much lived with Frankenstein and thought it was a normal thing. Most people couldn't even think of things that could get stranger than that. And yet, in her experience, everything in life was about a thousand times odder. "There's no such thing as fate, anyway. So you honestly couldn't be fated to be anything. I just meant I was expecting a god, not a goddess," she said with a shrug. She didn't make a response at the other part, though. Yes, it was a surprise, but it wasn't one that she couldn't live with. It didn't really effect her any which way in the end so long as he did the job he was here to do. And that was to help her with summoning this Teller so she could finally get some answers. She did give him a curious look, though, at the whole 'can only turn into myself' thing. Only turn into himself? "What's the point of being able to turn into yourself? I get that some days it might be far easier to be a female than a male, but how are you exactly a 'shape shifter' if you're bound by such specifics?" It also begged other questions, too, such as what things did he exactly see himself as. Aside from the gender roles of male or female. She supposed that she should feel a bit more comfortable with there being a girl here rather than a guy, but it really didn't do much of anything for her. She didn't really care if he answered her or not, either, she was just trying to make some form of 'small talk' so to speak while her guest got everything else set up. Her fingers tapped lightly on the bench. Yeah, right, like she would believe that the crude the girl was using was wine of any sort. "I don't quite know who you think you're talking to, darlin', but I'm not stupid. You can't tell me that you're using wine and expect me to believe it. I might not have the sniffer of a dog, but I have a rather good one. If that was wine of any kind, there would be at least a hint of alcohol in it. So, I ask again, what exactly are we using in my garden for this 'ritual'." Her tone didn't quite take on a curious hint any more, almost like her question wasn't actually a question. It was more so a demand for information, her voice firm. She tried her hardest not to sound rude, but she didn't quite like the almost blatant lie. Wine, as if. If she didn't know better, she'd almost swear that he was using blood. But she couldn't be too sure, it didn't smell entirely like the kind of blood she'd caught a whiff of in the past. Her eyes shifted to the bird as it landed near her. It... spoke? Well, that really should have bothered her more than it did. "Little? Oh isn't that rich. I know you're only a bird, but do you have any understanding of size what so ever? Gamey or not, there is always a way to cook up a bird if you really want it. Could pluck your feather's clean off, carve you up, boil down the bones, and make a nice stew. Might not be much but lucky for you, it's only me and my caretaker in this household to feed." Yeah, she was threatening a bird. That really made her seem like such a big girl, didn't it? It amused her, none the less. "Not to mention, you'd be quite good for target practice. I almost love it when my targets are moving." She pushed off of the bench to walk around it, trying to get just a little closer to the bird. She could already almost imagine using the bird as a target, but she didn't let the thought corrupt her mind. No, he belonged to Leif, and she wouldn't want to upset him too much. "Besides, I'm not a big fan of demi-god souffle. The taste is just dreadful."Celeste wasn't big on being told to shut up but, then again, she wasn't the one setting up the circles, so she begrudgingly obliged, deciding to look through the food that she had brought along just to double check everything was there. She was quick to snag a chip and toss it into her mouth. They wouldn't miss it, after all. And it wasn't like she didn't have plenty in there with each of the burgers. As she was given a job, though, she picked the bags up and moved to the circles. "Aatsuk is sure of that, right?" she asked as she started to unwrap each burger and started to place them in the circles along with the rest of the meal. She still wasn't sure that fast food was going to work as well as they were hoping but, honestly, she wasn't the 'expert' here. She worked quickly, usually taking an extra few seconds at each circle to admire the intricate runes and designs. She wanted to take mental not of them in case she ever needed to do this on her own. 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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2015 16:46:02 GMT -6
Leikny visibly rolled her eyes. She leaned back, pausing briefly from the work, sighed, and even swept a hand back through her hair in response. None of that was an act. How were Midgardians so unaware? ”There is. Ever heard of Ragnarok? Besides, there are degrees of fating, and those related to a deity- or who are a deity- are more heavily affected. Asgardians- or Jotunns for that matter- are fated by their stories. Midgardians on the other hand, are not. Hence all your race’s seeming refusal to believe an easily graspable truth.” For the matter of Midgardians, why were they always in such dire need for reminders every few minutes? ”You shouldn’t have been expecting either. I am not a god.”
That curious look brought a brief, almost patronising, smile. Leikny raised her eyebrows slightly at the “easier” part. The only way in which it was easier was a lowered propensity for others to use the wrong pronouns. ”If I can see a strong aspect of it as myself I can become it. If you want to see, I could demonstrate; but I’m afraid that might rather delay the Teller summoning. And I’m not sure that the demonstration would really be particularly informative.” Rather it might be a little too informative. Right now the only shifts she could imagine were all decisively negative- or at least would be seen as that. ”Besides, just two forms is still a shape-shift, is it not? I would have thought you would have known it, what with your proximity to certain forces.”
”Perhaps not.” Leikny resisted her smirk at Celeste’s response to her blatant lie. ”There are a lot of idiots who would have believed that, and I like to know at least if I’m dealing with those with chaff for a brain.” She paused for a few seconds, using the excuse of a particularly intricate area of the rune-work for her silence. When she stopped, she leaned right back and looked Celeste directly in the eye. ”There are a few methods with which I could have provided the magical energy. I could have drained the area. I could have used the energy from some unfortunate’s life-force.” Naturally, that was said with a little throw-away hand gesture towards Aatsuk; like it had been the bird’s idea. ”I could have asked for some grand sacrifice- I believe a highly treasured artefact would have proven sufficient.” Leikny had heard enough about Celeste to know that she would never accept this fate for any of her precious weaponry- which was the sort of importance that would be needed for the full power of this spell. ”Or I could have done this. I wouldn’t have thought it would bother a Bloodstone so much.” Then came the smirk.
”You can tell the mentally fortified by their ability to pick fights with anything. And I have an understanding that a human with conclusive knowledge of her own abilities would easily be able to kill me.”
”What I believe Aatsuk means to say is that catching this bird would not be worth the calories you would gain, particularly when you have a shape-shifter -able to take larger wild birds with perfect capability- literally a couple of metres away from you. Unless you plan to burn off the excess energy from this amount of junk-food?” Aatsuk shot her what could only be described as a killer look. Her feathers ruffled in a tightly controlled manner
”Then I guarantee you’d love it if your target was illusionary and could teleport.” Despite her words, Aatsuk clearly was uneasy at Celeste’s approach- apparently aware of the ease in killing a small bird, even if it did have powers- and she crouched slightly, then sprung up into the air, landing on the bough of a nearby tree. The position was obviously out of the physical reach of Celeste, but in the shade of the leaves Aatsuk would be able to acquire intangibility- something that the young woman was unlikely to be aware of- should there be any target practice. Leikny pretended to ignore this.
”You’ve eaten enough demigod to know? Well, I think I have a new suggestion for your next sampling- and I’d suggest turning him into a Popsicle, which I can give assistance for.” The tone was completely casual at the suggestion of murder.
”Oh, of course not, why would I help summon an ancient eldritch abomination that literally lives to swap stories if I had any experience on how to do it and what actually mattered in the spell-casting?” She observed the two women with a cold expression- not that jackdaws could really express much else. ”Of course I would rely on the bird if I had the experience to do this on my own.”
Leikny finished off the last of the runes as Celeste worked. She brushed off the blade she had been using hastily on the grass and rose, taking a couple of steps backwards. She pretended to observe for a few seconds, noting each detail. Obviously Aatsuk had already been detailing that everything was positioned correctly. Leikny took far more controlled steps over to the pile of fiction now she was out of the immediate danger zone, lifted the enormous pile with relative ease – once everything was stably balanced - and moved it over to the bench for later use. She remained standing, holding a small amount of the work in one hand by her side.
Leikny’s left hand rose, ready to activate the spell as requested- once Celeste was out of the immediate danger zone.
”Tell me when you’re prepared for this to start.”
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