DMC Aside ~Mira's Wish~

06[03:50] * Sister_Mira knocks on the door.
03[03:50] * Rosalie is now known as Boy_Named_Sue
01[03:51] <Meliel> Enter.
03[03:51] * @Boy_Named_Sue ([email protected]) has left #Meliel'sRoom
06[03:54] * Sister_Mira quietly opens the door, and walks into the room. She closes the door behind her, and then walks to Meliel, and kneels at his feet.
03[03:55] * Alataecia is now known as Maryn
01[03:57] <Meliel> Mira? What is it?
06[03:57] * Meliel doesn't look stern, but rather surprised.
[03:59] <Sister_Mira> I bear a message for thee, lord. It were penned by mine own hand, but I wouldst beg thee read it silently, lest the purpose of mine visit become compromised.
01[04:00] <Meliel> ...Very well.
06[04:00] * Sister_Mira holds out a small, folded piece of paper.
06[04:00] * Meliel takes and unfurls it.
06[04:10] * Sister_Mira stays silent while he reads the note.
06[04:10] * Meliel tears the note, and nods to her.
01[04:10] <Meliel> Very well.
06[04:22] * Sister_Mira watches the scraps of paper flutter to the floor, and picks them up. Collecting the small pile in her hand, she takes a piece of chalk from her left pocket, and sketches out a small circle on the floor, then draws a triangle in the middle of it. Placing the pile of paper inside the triangle, she pulls a needle from somewhere, and pricks her little finger. Squeezing, she lets a drop of blood..
06[04:22] * Sister_Mira ...fall on the circle's rim.
06[04:23] * Sister_Mira Immediately, the contents of the triangle within burst into white-hot flame, reducing the paper to ash within seconds. She looks up at Meliel solemnly.
[04:24] <Sister_Mira> Forgive the slight mess, lord. It doth be one of many necessary precautions.
06[04:25] * Sister_Mira scuffs the edge of the circle, and scatters the ashes.
01[04:26] <Meliel> It's alright.
[04:27] <Sister_Mira> I will personally undertake the cleaning of thy floor and walls later. Forgive me for the mess.
01[04:28] <Meliel> As long as it is done, there's no complaint.
06[04:28] * Sister_Mira rises, and looks around the room, then frowns.
01[04:29] <Meliel> Something wrong?
[04:32] <Sister_Mira> ...An thou hast some favored activities to occupy thy fancy or time for several hours, lord, I wouldst counsel thee to begin now. This be a most lengthy undertaking in a room of this size, and I ask that thou keepest passing quiet while I work.
[04:34] <Sister_Mira> However, thou must remain here while I work. Needest thou anything from beyond these four walls?
01[04:35] <Meliel> Several hours?
06[04:36] * Meliel thinks...
01[04:36] <Meliel> In that case, a pot of tea for the wait.
06[04:43] * Sister_Mira nods, and relocates a small table in the room to Meliel's side, and then produces a tea set out of thin air, which she sets upon the table, followed a minute later by a steaming teapot. The arrival of each item is heralded by a small, quiet 7ping.
01[04:44] <Meliel> Thank you.
06[04:45] * Meliel takes a sip of tea.
06[04:47] * Meliel begins practicing sketching the view outside. He's bad at it, but that's why he's practicing.
06[04:58] * Sister_Mira curtsies lightly, and then immediately goes to work. She produces what seems like a small pen from her pocket and begins to draw various symbols and patterns on the walls, floor, and ceiling of the room, leaving behind a thin black line and a brief wisp of smoke wherever the tip passes. Circles feature heavily, as do multi-pointed stars. Several designs seem to encompass the room entirely,...
06[04:58] * Sister_Mira ...while others are small, focused patterns, such as those laid upon the doors and windows. At certain intervals, she sketches small lines of writing; incantations of protection and warding. They are written multiple times in various languages: the spidery, arcane scribbling of wizards, the flowing, curling lettering of the fae, the short, jagged, harsh strokes of diabolic lettering, and...
06[04:58] * Sister_Mira ...surprisingly, the smooth, clear, beautiful sigils of angelic script.
06[05:02] * Sister_Mira also writes in a handful of other, unrecognizable languages, totaling nine repetitions of every incantation, each one in all nine languages. She's clearly being thorough about something..
06[05:06] * Meliel becomes more interested in watching her work.
06[05:09] * Sister_Mira then puts away her pen, and pulls out a long, white, unlit candle as well as a comfortably-worn copy of some old book. Nestling the book in the crook of her arm, she holds the candle with that hand, as well, and reaches into her pockets once more. Withdrawing her hand, she produces a bell she could not have possibly hidden in her clothes without it.
[05:16] <Sister_Mira> [=-= *without being clearly visible.]
06[05:16] * Sister_Mira goes over to one of the sconces and lights the candle. It begins to burn with a strangely clean, white light that occasionally flickers strange, unusual shades and hues of light. Going back over to stand by the door, where she began, she begins to whisper softly. It sounds like a prayer, almost, but the cadence is that of a spellcaster's invocation.
06[05:18] * Sister_Mira 's words remain soft until the very last, which come out sharp, clear, and forceful, in the arcane tongue:
[05:20] <Sister_Mira> --12ALLOW NOT ENTRY TO THE UNWANTED--
06[05:23] * Sister_Mira ...and then dips back down into that soft prayer-like chant again for a few seconds, and stops. Then she rings the bell, which chimes once, giving a strong, clear, sound. On the door, the writing in the words of mages illuminates suddenly, a gently pulsing blue light.
06[05:28] * Sister_Mira repeats this again, once for every language, and all for every cluster of incantations. The room seems to grow slightly dimmer as she completes each one, until it appears to be nearly midnight. True, it's not as bright outside as it was when she began; this has taken at least two or three hours already. But even that would not account for the near-blackness into which the room has been...
06[05:28] * Sister_Mira ...plunged. The lights from the sconces are but soft suggestions of brighter darkness. The only true light in the room seems to be coming from the candle which Mira carries, illuminating the area around her for about a foot or two in every direction.
06[05:31] * Sister_Mira The glowing words of the written incantations can be seen clearly throughout the darkness, as well as the luminous outlines of the designs she traced about the room. Yet somehow, they provide barely any substantial illumination of their surroundings, while somehow still being clearly visible.
06[05:35] * Sister_Mira has, at that point, appeared to complete her circuit of the room. After ringing her bell for the last time, she proceeds slowly to the center, where a smaller, elaborately patterned circle sits. She sets down bell, book, and candle outside the circle at equidistant points, and then goes to stand inside of it. Then, for the first time in hours, she speaks directly to Meliel.
[05:36] <Sister_Mira> ...Lord, if thou wouldst join me in the center, I wouldst complete this working.
06[05:37] * Meliel stands, stretching, and walks to Mira's side.
06[05:39] * Sister_Mira rests a hand on the boy's head, palm resting on his forehead, fingers slid through his hair.
06[05:41] * Meliel stands still, letting her work.
[05:43] <Sister_Mira> ...I needs must give thee fair warning, lord: thou art going to experience a sharp pain in thy crown upon completion, and a terrible silence in thine ears. Both will last for but a handful of minutes. Endure it, and the working shall be complete when it passes.
06[05:43] * Meliel nods, slightly.
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[05:45] <Sister_Mira> Seek thy rightful vengeance upon my person as thou wishest for this trespass upon thy wellness as thou dost see fit an thou thinkest it shall help thee bear the pain. It be thy right, as I am thine, and moreover, the cause of thy pain. I ask of thee to forgive me in advance.
[05:47] <Sister_Mira> ...But heed this: Whatever thou dost unto me, stray not from the circle, an thou wishest to remain whole. Greater forces than me or thee shall be at work.
[05:48] <Sister_Mira> Hast thou apprehended mine words?
06[05:51] * Sister_Mira 's gaze drops to the elaborate circle in which they stand, which is about five feet in diameter.
01[05:51] <Meliel> I have, and I understand your warnings.
06[05:51] * Sister_Mira nods, smiling faintly.
[05:51] <Sister_Mira> Then let us begin.
01[05:55] <Meliel> Yes. What was it you wanted to discuss?
[05:57] <Sister_Mira> ...The discussion is yet to come, lord. Hold but a halfscore of minutes. At that point, the ritual shall be complete, and thy brief pain shall have passed.
01[05:57] <Meliel> Ah, of course.
02[06:01] * Maryn ([email protected]) Quit
06[06:01] * Sister_Mira withdraws a lock of hair, tied in a small loop. In the light of the candle, it seems to be of a familiar shade, that of one of the other maids at the castle-- but then even that light dims as well, once she begins whispering words at high speed, somehow managing to pronounce each word clearly while at the same uttering them at a rapid, lightning pace. The feel of magic begins to permeate the.
06[06:01] * Sister_Mira ...room, then saturate it, as more and more of the inscribed designs and patterns about the room burst into fiercely burning brightness. Each word snaps into incandescence, and lines and arcs race around the room, going from what seems now like a dull glow into clear, vibrant life. The rapid pace of this high speed arcane language soon brings the room into pulsing, colorful, weirdly chaotic..
06[06:01] * Sister_Mira ...light, and the feel of magic grows to be come almost palpable until--
[06:02] <Sister_Mira> 5C R A C K
06[06:04] * Sister_Mira --Pain. Sheer, unrelenting pain fills the skull of boy and woman alike, as though a thousand cherry-red daggers pulled from the furnace had been thrust into their brains.
06[06:05] * Sister_Mira The sounds of her suddenly strained, labored breathing would be clearly audible to either of them... if either of them could hear anything.
06[06:05] * Sister_Mira Everything is in perfect, absolute silence.
03[06:10] * Sister_Mira is now known as mini_Hisui
02[06:11] * mini_Hisui (~Kagami@Ice.fairy.Lasts.longest.Thats.why.Im.the.Strongest.BURMA-SHAVE) Quit (Quit: And I'm off.)
[06:15] <Wizard_Named_Sue> Wait, that was it?
03[06:16] * Sister_Mira (~Kagami@Ice.fairy.Lasts.longest.Thats.why.Im.the.Strongest.BURMA-SHAVE) has joined #Meliel'sRoom
06[06:22] * Meliel clenches his teeth, willing his legs not to give out through the unexpectedly intense pain.
06[06:30] * Sister_Mira rides out the pain as well. A little more easily, though, because she's been through worse. That doesn't mean it doesn't hurt, though.
06[06:31] * Sister_Mira is mostly just very grateful that he didn't flip out and start biting her or punch her in the boobs or anything. Child of a demon, and all; it could have been so much worse.
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06[06:32] * Sister_Mira After a short while, perhaps three or four minutes, the pain and the silence fade out and then disappear, as if they had never been there.
[06:35] <Sister_Mira> ...Art thou well now, lord?
01[06:35] <Meliel> I...
06[06:35] * Sister_Mira asks, once her own symptoms have vanished. His should have, as well...
06[06:35] * Meliel tkaes a moment to gauge how well he art.
01[06:35] <Meliel> I feel alright.
06[06:35] * Sister_Mira does sound concerned, though.
[06:36] <Sister_Mira> ...I see. That doth gladden me, then.
06[06:37] * Sister_Mira The room is now back to the previous brightness of late afternoon. Setting sunlight colors the room slightly orange.
01[06:37] <Meliel> The ritual is complete now?
06[06:39] * Sister_Mira ...However, none of the traces of her markings can be seen. Everything is gone, as if it had been scoured away. Even the chalk-scrawled circle and the ash from earlier are missing, although that's because she cleared them before properly beginning the ritual.
[06:40] <Sister_Mira> Aye, lord. Thy room be warded most fiercely against the dangers and annoyances I didst write of.
01[06:41] <Meliel> Dangers and annoyances you say... But no matter. What was it you wished to speak of?
06[06:41] * Meliel returns to his chair.
[06:42] <Sister_Mira> As for translocation, a clause was provided for the Lady Alataecia to be allowed entrance and exit, as well as thyself and myself.
06[06:42] * Meliel nods.
01[06:43] <Meliel> A sound exception.
[06:43] <Sister_Mira> The wards may be disabled at a word or a thought from you, although this be an action I wouldst strongly discourage thee from using frivolously.
01[06:44] <Meliel> I understand.
06[06:44] * Meliel nods again.
[06:45] <Sister_Mira> Thy father didst prioritize thy safety above all mine other duties. They doth exist to preserve and guard thee and thine. Remember this.
[06:46] <Sister_Mira> ...And it is this matter which necessitated the immediate erection of these wards.
[06:46] <Sister_Mira> To wit: Thy safety, and thy life.
06[06:47] * Meliel sits forward, paying closer attention.
[06:47] <Sister_Mira> As thy slave, I am bound to defend thee, and watch over thee, and to keep thee safe from all that seeketh to harm thy person and thy being.
[06:47] <Sister_Mira> Until now, thou hast led...
06[06:48] * Sister_Mira looks like she's swallowed something unpleasant for a moment, before smoothing it over into a politely strained expression.
[06:49] <Sister_Mira> ...a most casual life.
[06:50] <Sister_Mira> Such has been the conclusion of mine observations thus far. It is not my place to question thine actions, nor to keep thee from doing as thou pleaseth...
[06:51] <Sister_Mira> ...until such comes in conflict with the foremost concern with which I have been tasked.
[06:51] <Sister_Mira> I needs must be aware of thine condition at all times in order to ensure thy safety.
01[06:52] <Meliel> At all times? Is there a magic for that?
[06:57] <Sister_Mira> Aye, lord. It be but a simple component of the working one creates when bringing forth a familiar out of the aether.
01[06:58] <Meliel> Will it take until the morning?
[06:58] <Sister_Mira> A link between master and servant that informs the other of their circumstances.
[06:59] <Sister_Mira> Nay, lord; quite the contrary. It shall take but a few minutes.
01[07:00] <Meliel> In that case, I accept. You may prepare it.
06[07:04] * Sister_Mira has a seat across from Meliel at the table, and lays out her left arm, motioning for him to do the same.
06[07:05] * Meliel does so.
06[07:05] * Sister_Mira holds up a finger, and then pauses, remembering last time. ...Well, he'll need to grow out of it sooner or later. Still, she can at least warn him.
[07:08] <Sister_Mira> ...Thou needest feel neither shamed nor embarrassed, lord. It be both right and natural for thee to gaze upon mine form.
01[07:08] <Meliel> Right.
06[07:08] * Sister_Mira And with that, she makes a brief flicking motion. 7ping~
06[07:09] * Sister_Mira ...And they both become shirtless instantly.
06[07:10] * Sister_Mira The garments appear to have reappeared on Meliel's bed.
06[07:10] * Meliel isn't so hopeless as to lose his composure from something like that.
06[07:15] * Sister_Mira , completely unperturbed, withdraws the penlike wand once again, and begins to draw a small, detailed symbol on Meliel's chest, above his heart. There is a strong warmth coming from the tip of the wand; bordering on the unpleasantly hot, but shy of it by about 10 degrees. Smoke continues to rise from the thin black lines it traces, but there is no accompanying smell of burnt flesh.
06[07:17] * Sister_Mira The twisting lines eventually break off from it, and wind their way around his shoulder, coiling around once before running down his bicep, and then on down the length of his forearm, eventually stopping at the wrist.
06[07:18] * Meliel wonders at it.
06[07:23] * Sister_Mira lays her arm next to his, and begins to chant softly as she continues her work. The design becomes more complex, turning into something like a celtic knot of Escher-esque design as it crosses over back and forth between their arms. It grows into an elaborate, convoluted tracery of connected lines and swirling loops, sharp angles, and impossible turns. But eventually, the tracing of the...
06[07:23] * Sister_Mira ...design has migrated entirely over to her arm as she finishes the pattern. Out of it extend the same kinds of twisting lines, in reverse order from those on Meliel. They, too, rise up along her arm, around her shoulder, and over to coil and loop around her breast. ...Somehow, despite the differences in working surface stability, she manages it.
06[07:25] * Sister_Mira 's chant jumps up in tempo, and with a sudden command, she speaks in the tongue of angels--
[07:26] <Sister_Mira> 8Bindeth us our awareness together of body life...
[07:28] <Sister_Mira> [=-= ffffff     *Bindeth together unto us the awareness of body and life ]
06[07:28] * Sister_Mira --and then jumps immediately into the hiss of demons:
[07:30] <Sister_Mira> ...5that this unworthy wretch should know ever of her master's being and guard him with her soul and body.
06[07:32] * Sister_Mira there is a pulsing sensation between their very bodies, and a thump like the loudest heartbeat ever heard. The interlinked design glows brightly for a moment, then fades away, leaving a single, thin red line winding up from each other's heart, down their arm, and crossing over at the wrist.
[07:32] <Sister_Mira> ...It is done, lord.
06[07:33] * Sister_Mira twirls her finger around, and replaces their clothing.
01[07:34] <Meliel> THank you, Mira.
[07:39] <Sister_Mira> It be nothing less than what one shouldst expect from a servant with such resources available, lord. Thy gratitude be not unappreciated, but seems beyond necessary. In truth, such a ritual should have been performed much, much sooner. I fear I doth grow lax in mine duties as thy slave.
01[07:43] <Meliel> Comapred to my other servants, you're the most vigilant.
06[07:49] * Sister_Mira straightens her shirt/tunic/robe. The thing about going 'shirtless' in such a garment is that you go a /lot/ more than shirtless. All of the rest fo the fun stuff was out of sight underneath the table, though.
[07:51] <Sister_Mira> Aye, lord. But that is to be expected of me, regardless.
01[07:53] <Meliel> That's true. I'm glad there's someone here who can take their duties seriously.
[07:56] <Sister_Mira> ...Should not every servant should strive for such a thing?
01[07:57] <Meliel> They should.
06[07:59] * Sister_Mira seems happy with that.
[08:01] <Sister_Mira> Mine business here be complete, lord. Hast thou further tasks or requests to ask of me?