I would always welcome my little cat-eared friend.

[finalbows]

WHO: Rose + (interlopers)
WHERE: Rose Barn
WHEN: Day 18, post BLOOD RAIN


we have a blood rain ward now.

it's on the roof!
it looks like this.

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[finalbows]

Bwhhh--!!

[catposting]

You're right, these are funner.

[finalbows]

Miscreant cat! I JUST got them all preened again--!

[catposting]

Hey, it's not my fault if you bite off more than you can chew. Self-regulating is a sign of adulthood.

[finalbows]

You couldn't even feel it! It's an actualized manifestation of your will and image, not a body part!

[catposting]

[ looks at him. yes, and? ]

[finalbows]

...Ugh.

_{[ he looks around. scanning the skies, again, as he'd been doing yesterday morning... ]}

...I was intending on a real stress test before anyone's guard got too lax, but... there's nary a sign, of the star of the show.

[catposting]

[ neutrally ]

Ah, yeah. How unfortunate.

[finalbows]

Perhaps the lure's a touch too obvious, like this... but I worry obscuring the sigil might interfere with its protections...

[catposting]

Via illusion magic, yes?

[finalbows]

Or, you know. With dirt.

[catposting]

. . .

[finalbows]

What? A little dry dust does wonders without setting down a countering layer of potential interference, if it's not precious about being visible. Not like I'm going to have to touch it.

[catposting]

Then there's no harm in trying, right? Sounds reversible enough.

[finalbows]

...Very well. _{[ brief glance down, then. ]}

Scoot. More to the right. Unless you wish to spend the day coated in ash.

[catposting]

What, your cute magic barrier won't cover that?

[ scoots tho. ]

Hold on I can't write the cool thing yet he has to run his mouth

[finalbows]

If it was going at you at force whilst propelled solely by magic, yes, but at scale, speed, and if that's a serious question, you're going to want a Protect spell, adjusted specifically for repelling particulates instead... and if I gave you one of those for hours to go play with, you would surely suffocate.

[catposting]

[ politely doesn't comment about Shinsu resistance or how on the nose these spell names are ]

Protect, huh. Good to know.

[finalbows]

_{[ you named the emotion magic Enhance, blood fiend, ]}

[catposting]

[ it's called Enhance on the flocks page, Angie ]

[finalbows]

<sub>[ psh. everyone knows you add extra ingredients to your out of the box powers for flavor.

Speaking of.

Angel Devil closes his eyes. This is one of those 'very fine control' things, that to his chagrin require some FOCUS now to not make a mess. Doing the fun magic here sometimes feels like he's trying to run while waist deep in the sea.

Angie sweeps a hand out to his side, giving a slow roll of the wrist, once, twice-- and above their fire pit, a little twister starts to form, streaked throughout with ribbons of vivid green light. It touches its tail end down in the cold ash, and a column of it starts to rise, feeding it, until the green has turned pale and faint, and he's a controlling a compact little ball of writhing wind and ashes. It rises slowly upwards. ]</sub>

[catposting]

[ watches. this is pretty cool. also, showoff. ]

[finalbows]

<sub>[ yes and he loves it.

he moves it up to hover right over the sigil, just a few feet off, and slowly coaxes the little cyclone larger from the tight, round weave he'd made of it to make it easier to move all together....


then, he kills the wind with a slash of his hand. The ash drops in a dry splash.

It just happens to completely avoid Blood Fiend.

It's really just. Something small, right? Moving around a bucket worth of ash. But not a mote has gone somewhere he didn't want it to. ]</sub>

[catposting]

Huh.

[ have some amused applause. it's not mocking. ]

[finalbows]

One last test, with it buried heavily in full. ...Who of our flock do you recall to be in, still?

<sub>[ not too long after that, he's got a target.

Can you hear me, shepherd mine?

Testing, testing, Shadow Fiend! Do you hear? ]</sub>