cross_and_bow | we are invariably pleased to welcome tourism

Sherlock is usually very puncutal. He's only one minute late, but that's still not quite as punctual as usual. Bella peers out the window, not yet allowing herself outright concern.

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cross_and_bow

"Can you hide mine? I wasn't really getting them for cosmetic reasons. ...I don't have to take my shirt off, do I?"

From:

dark_light

"Nah, although the -" She addresses her cornucopia. "White vinegar and honey!" - she speaks normally again - "will need to soak through your shirt if you're going to leave it on. They'll disappear after, though, so you don't have to worry about laundry and Mr. Giles should not complain if you lie down on his carpet."

From:

cross_and_bow

Juliet lies down on his carpet. "Does this part hurt too?"

From:

dark_light

"Nope," says Amariah, pouring the vinegar and then the honey across Juliet's shoulders. "Hide my marks / conceal them all / make unseen / all my workings," she intones. The liquids vanish.

From:

pythbox

"...Could you hide everything after the bayleaf?" asks Mr. Giles.

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dark_light

"If I edit the verse. You like the bayleaf?"

From:

pythbox

"I do," he says, twisting his arm forward to look at it.

From:

dark_light

"Sure." She has honey and vinegar left. She pours over all the tattoos apart from the bayleaf, and contemplates adjustments, and finally says, "Hide four marks / conceal these four / make unseen / non-leaf workings."

From:

pythbox

And there they go.

"Your form of magic really is a lot more convenient than ours," he remarks.

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dark_light

"No kidding. I'd share if I could, but not even my boyfriend's daemon, who can turn into a witch well enough to fly a cloud-pine and feel celestial light, can get out so much as a pure verse spell," says Amariah apologetically.

From:

pythbox

"Unfortunate," he says, rolling his sleeve down again.

From:

dark_light

"Sorry," says Amariah. "Oh, it's almost sundown. We should head back to Bella's."

From:

cross_and_bow

"Off we go," agrees Juliet, picking up her messenger bag and following her witch counterpart out the door.

From:

pythbox

What an interesting pair.

From:

cross_and_bow

Juliet has Sherlock's blood ready for him on time.

Edited Date: 2013-02-16 02:55 am (UTC)

From:

eversomuchfun

And Sherlock is on time to receive it.

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dark_light

"Hey, do you want blessings and stuff too?" Amariah asks him when he shows up. (She hangs back. She doesn't like the smell of blood either, although her distaste is about on the level of Juliet's after Slayer activation; she's had to get used to it for sacrifice components.)

From:

eversomuchfun

"Interesting thought," he says. "Sure, why not."

Slurp!

From:

cross_and_bow

"If I were you I'd be worried about a bad interaction with the goddesses from some of the spells," says Juliet. "I mean, I know it's only crosses and not also crescent moons and Stars of David and yin-yangs, but still."

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eversomuchfun

"Oh, I know," he says. "But it probably won't kill me. Odds are slim it'll even hurt."

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cross_and_bow

"The tattoos hurt," says Juliet.

From:

eversomuchfun

"Seperately, I mean," he says with a wave of his hand.

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dark_light

"Well, this is going to wipe me out of the ingredients that I can't conjure, but I think I have enough of everything to do one more person, anyway," says Amariah. "I don't think it's worth even trying to ask Charlie, is it? I mean, mine's used to witch stuff, but I'm imagining mine if I brought home - I don't know, aliens?"