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[leucemic_god]

Time: April 20, 2001
Place: Hospital Wing
Status: Private (Loki, Anathema, John, Bill, Sphix, Gabriel ... if anybody else thinks they should be in here, please ask)
Summary: It's been practised on a chicken without a problem, so what could go wrong?

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[anathema_witch]

Opening the door to Loki's room, the first thign she noticed was the lack of said god in the bed he usually was to be found in. Frowning when she spotted him, his hand against the wall, trying to walk towards the door.

"Loki, you could have waited at least another two seconds you know," she said, going over to him, and crossing her arms across her chest. "Don't you think it would be better if you rested as much as possible. Who knows what could go wrong if you are more exhausted than normal?"

Well, she had come in here to get Loki and help him out of the room, and along with that try to take his mind off of what might happen. Things never really went as planned in the manor though, did they. Seems more she may be scaring Loki instead.

[leucemic_god]

"What? I thought I was supposed to go out there for this." Loki pouted even though he knew it wasn't much use with Anathema. "Not enough room in here, remember?" Well, there wouldn't be once you shoved the bed away from the wall which would be necessary to draw the runes around it.

[anathema_witch]

"Yes, well, you are supposed to go out there, but you could have waited for help. Conserve energy, it may help this along."

With that said, again, Anathema supported Loki's weight against her own and begun walking to the door. He had almost made it there.

[dangeroushabits]

"All right there, Loki?" John said as they came in the room where the cursebreaking was to take place, glancing up from triple-checking the circle he'd painstakingly sketched in chalk. He was too much the cynic (and had too much experience with this stuff) to tell himself that nothing could go wrong, but if anything did, it bloody well wasn't going to be because he'd fucked up the damn sigils. "Ready to tell good ol' Czernobog where he can shove his curse

[no_npc_here]

Bill braced himself, just in case, and cast Impedimentia!, followed by Petrificus Totalus!. Unfortunately, in doing so he had to let go of the curse, which rapidly spiraled out of control.

"Anathema! Freeze the Knot!", he yelled, urgency causing his voice to go higher.

[leucemic_god]

Loki yelped as a sudden pain sliced through him, but at the same time there was a burst of energy. Chaos! Real chaos so close that he could almost touch it!

Ah, he hadn't felt this in too long.

Feeling stronger than he had in a long time Loki sat up to watch the scene unfold. There was a tough of worry niggling at the back of his mind. Chaos that hurt might possibly be able to harm him more than it helped, but he just couldn't see chaos as something bad. Maybe he shouldn't try to help this one along, though.

[dangeroushabits]

At the edge of the circle, John's body snapped taut as the strands of the Knot abruptly started to twist and slide ominously around his awareness. Whether they would cut like the lashing cables of a collapsing suspension bridge or close in like the coils of an angry constrictor was pretty much a moot point for both him and Loki; either way, they'd do just as much damage, and they were slipping too fast for Ana's spell to prevent it.

Reaching out in a way he was only capable of doing at times like this, in an atmosphere already charged with magical energy, he could sense other pools of power scattered around the Manor--some stronger, some weaker (and one very large, seemingly bottomless chasm marked Adam that he stayed well away from.) But it was the most familiar and trusted he latched onto by instinct, despite the slightly sickening taint of Hell laced through them both. He'd grown inured to that a long time ago.

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EllieCrowley took the brunt despite Ellie's greater resources, simply because there was already a convenient

[anathema_witch]

As fast as she could, Anathema refroze the strands and hoped that it hadn't been too late. Loki's pain, Bill's curses and John's...whatever it was he was doing, but it had definitely been a good thing for Loki's sake, seemed to blur together.

Everything was happening too fast, and yet in doing one thing as fast as she could, it seemed to take forever. She herself felt frozen afterwards, waiting for some sign that Loki had died, or that Bill or John had been ripped to shreds by the fuming Sphinx.