[Donut leaps from Qetzi'ah's arms to the doorway leaping gracefully over the puddle that her cleaner bot is attempting to clean. She send a telepathic instruction to stop it so they can do some revenge, which the cleaner bot beeps back in annoyance about. Donut rummages through Carl's stuff in his room and comes back out rolling a very large (as in, half the size of her body) empty glass container, shaped like a diamond]
Here we are! One soul crystal. It's pretty dead right now but I bet you could charge it up with the souls of the dead or something.
[ No one should be giving Qetzi such a thing, but she smiles at it and accepts the item. She puts it along the puddle at approximately the center dividing line. And then she sits down to do some fucking channeling. Some bad luck is well within her limited scope.
Cross-legged and fingers curled into circles, she closes her eyes and intones: ]
King of the universe, turn your eyes away during this day and this night. Ignore at all times thy five holy wounds, that this fiend may be seized and be bound. Whoever is called upon on this unlucky day is most unfortunate and suffers such poverty. Let their sicknesses linger, let their relationships sour, let their houses crumble, and their herd wither.
[ So mote it be, etc, etc, etc. Qetzi claps her hands three and three times, cuz it's not a party unless we're insulting the holy trinity with sixes. ]
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[Donut leaps from Qetzi'ah's arms to the doorway leaping gracefully over the puddle that her cleaner bot is attempting to clean. She send a telepathic instruction to stop it so they can do some revenge, which the cleaner bot beeps back in annoyance about. Donut rummages through Carl's stuff in his room and comes back out rolling a very large (as in, half the size of her body) empty glass container, shaped like a diamond]
Here we are! One soul crystal. It's pretty dead right now but I bet you could charge it up with the souls of the dead or something.
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Cross-legged and fingers curled into circles, she closes her eyes and intones: ]
King of the universe, turn your eyes away during this day and this night.
Ignore at all times thy five holy wounds, that this fiend may be seized and be bound.
Whoever is called upon on this unlucky day is most unfortunate and suffers such poverty.
Let their sicknesses linger, let their relationships sour, let their houses crumble, and their herd wither.
[ So mote it be, etc, etc, etc. Qetzi claps her hands three and three times, cuz it's not a party unless we're insulting the holy trinity with sixes. ]
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[She says, admiringly, at the spell. Donut loves and appreciates showmanship!]
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The best I can do. Someone else can get the mop though.
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