Action Log: 4th of RD

[goldeneyeball]

Characters: JW and YOU.
Open: YUP.
Where: Anywhere!
When: Around mid-day.
What:JW is trying to get through his day after realizing just how good he magic'd that skull onto his face.
Warnings: JW's mouth idk.



"LADY! Lady, please!"

"Get out! Demon! Devil! Monster!" The woman in the spice stall threw spoons and heavy recipe books at James as he backpedaled out of range. And could you blame her? A tall, gangly, skull-faced creature busts up into her shop swearing about the price of a good pair of shoes, what else was she supposed to do?

It was rare that spells called for salt and there were only so many places a body could find the stuff. He'd been forced into town and hated it with every step. He wasn't wearing his masquerade skull to make a statement. He'd magic'd it into place a little too good. After waking from fitful dreams, he'd tried to undo the strap in the back and found that it did little good. The skull's jaws moved with his jaws. It frowned as he frowned, warping unnaturally. Every time sweat dripped from his brow onto his cheek, he feared it was the bone melding with his actual face.

He had to finish the spell unless he wanted to find a mob at his door with the next moon.

"Good God..." JW rubbed his shoulder and picked up his shoulder-bag he'd brought with him. That had been a pretty heavy book.

The ingredient list in his robe sleeve took him all over town. He needed salt, sheep intestine, wax...a few choice plants, a few flakes of steel...

He really wished he had a good pair of shoes.

Comments

[goldeneyeball]

It was a monkey thing.

James's shoulders fell. He wasn't about to admit his own failures. "Something must have happened at the ball...they forced everyone to wear a mask of some kind."

[brosif]

A frown crosses Sif's face, at mention of the ball. She has in no way forgotten that the responsibility for the dream curse falls entirely on her shoulders.

But that, as far as she was aware, was the only curse. She looks at him, eyebrow raised.

"They did. I wore such a mask. But it was not charmed to my face the next day. I have heard of no similar events."

;-; sorry for the delay

[goldeneyeball]

JW ran his fingers along the mask's blocky teeth. "Lucky you. Don't happen to know where some grease is, do you? I know I'm no Snow White under here, but I don't feel like wearing a helmet and football pads every time I have to pick up sugar."

no worries!

[brosif]

Ah.

"You are a mage, are you not? What use would grease have against enchantments?"

She is happy to help, once he places the blame where she highly suspects it belongs.

[goldeneyeball]

James cringed. She had a point. He hated that. "I'm kinda...new to all this magic business." He spread his hands as he explained. "Doesn't seem to work the same as it does back home."

[brosif]

“Magic is the best weapon against magic. Even I know that.”

Sif, who has no magic at all, despite her brother’s gifts. She had tried a spell once, in her youth, and nothing came of it. She smiles.

“If the mask had been bonded to you by means other than magic, I could offer my help quite handedly. If you know the spell, I can point you towards sorcerers more than competent enough to do away with it.

[goldeneyeball]

James was silent for a short time. He was on a small quest to collect the ingredients himself...but would a sorcerer's help cost more than doing it himself? Probably. He shook his head.

"If it isn't any trouble, I could do with some little flecks of metal?" He rubbed his thumb and forefinger together as if somehow that would illustrate what he needed.

[brosif]

"Are you referring to currency?"

That, at least, was a fairly universal magic.

[goldeneyeball]

The wizard shook his head. "Nah, I mean real flecks of metal. I'm not so sure the Blacksmith likes me...or anybody. At all.