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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[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>

[pleasantmisery]

[at this point they may recall that Shadow Fiend went into the barn after telling Angel Devil about Stormy commissioning a play]

[finalbows]

<sub>[ cool okay nothing SEEMING to happen


angel cube time.]</sub>

Shadow Fiend, didn't you hear what I just said?

_{[ if the sigil's still working, no she sure didn't. ]}

[pleasantmisery]

Oh, did you say something? Sorry, I was busy!

[finalbows]

...oh, nevermind. I think I've found the answer, as soon as I went and asked. Thank you anyway, dear.

_{[ angelcube, out. ]}

...Still works.

[catposting]

[ popcorn.gif ]

Well. No complaints here.

[ he looks visibly more relaxed with the sigil obscured tbh ]

[finalbows]

It's still ALSO a big, obvious pile of ash on our roof, so don't get excited yet. Hmm... This'll need a light touch, if I don't want to have start all over...

<sub>[ drifting a little closer, Angie holds his hand out, downturned, fingers splayed. Blood Fiend can hear--

A quiet murmuring, of a strange language. Glyphs in eerie light green dancing like mirages over Angel Devil's visible skin.

The ash starts to flow away in little layers at a time, spreading thin into oblivion. This is something a boot, some willingness to get dirtied, and less lack of sense could take care of much easier, Angie... ]</sub>

[catposting]

[ but Angie is a showoff, so of course he wouldn't take the easier option. Blood Fiend's ears perk up at the murmur. interesting. ]

[finalbows]

<sub>[ shaving off bits of ash to make the sigil not TOO obviously hidden like he's a fucking marble sculptor is very neat and all but

it actually

seems to visibly tire angie out....?
he's not showing signs of running out of power, per se. but the focus of that magic seems to be his fixed, intent stare, and the little, slow, precise motions he does with his dominant hand, up until the point, honestly, he could quit, but he keeps going just that one bit more--

his hand suddenly jumps out as if wrenched, and ash billows up around them both in a great, blinding torrent. the look on angie's face is startled before it's blotted out. ]</sub>

[catposting]

. . .

[ starts looking around for birds ]

[finalbows]

<sub>[ it's just the two of them. him, angel devil, and that tiny pinhole of nothing that had been poked into angie's sails by who-knows-what days prior. could that be why this happened?

Angie's coughing on the ash, before a violent slash of his hand banishes the ash in the air in a perfect sphere around him. it's pointless, since more trickles right i-- he does it again. Again. The amount of space cleared by the sphere is wider, each time.

One more time. No. It isn't that he's flagging in power.

There's still a layer of ash collected on his clothes and skin. ]</sub>

[catposting]

[ uh ]

You good?