Cleansing of the Vial

The Quetzal does look rather strange. Even by Quetzal standards. She alights again on another street after taking flight, a stream of wind cushioning her landing. Scales of blue ensconce her good arm, traveling upward from a hand with some decidedly wicked claws. More like talons, really.

The mask itself is another curiosity, carved of deep green arcanium with a cape of iridescent golden feathers that trail behind it and down the wearers back. In the center of its forehead, between two faceted eyes, rests a glimmering gem.

Ohtli regards every in the area with detached calm, then cants her head and listens.

Whatever tune she's following is unsure. For now, everything in the immediate vicinity is disregarded as she wanders, seemingly, without aim.
(Ohtli Tezcacoatl)

Mei glances over.
(Mei Xiang)
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Mei Xiang says, "I'm fine."
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Hatsu Lee whispers: Oookay. Well, if you require me, Lady Shogun, I'll uh..be around!

Eagleheart whispers something.

Hatsu offers a small bow toward Mei once they finished staring at a foreign individual, finding it high time for him to potentially pawn some items off. In the event that he did not find what he was looking for, it was just as likely he could have some decent gear made at the very least. "I've acquired an idea from those, uh..'vials', by the way! But I'm going to need a Runescribe, and maybe someone who is really proficient at cleansing things."

 The mad lad.
(Hatsu Lee)

Reva Shailas whispers something.


Ohtli Tezcacoatl says, "--"
Once you go feather.

As Ohtli moves around, Angelo's soothing chime seems to follow her quickly after. And then, the soft breeze runs over her wings -- Obviously, again, not wind -- Just his way of using his attunement to the Arcane to understand the world.

"Y'alright, Ohtli?" He said, quirking up an eyebrow. "You said that mask wasn't exactly nice to wear."
(Eagleheart)

The Drakan's head slowly bobs, nodding along to the soft chiming that exudes from Eagleheart. Calm, still, quiet. Maybe she's about to reply, maybe not, but abruptly she stops.

Then, in swift beat of her wings, she lands right behind Hatsu. Her presence behind him is palpable. She's bound to cast a shadow, too.

"...Cleansing?"

Little motes of light shimmer around the tips of her feathers. For weal or woe the boy suddenly has her complete and utterly undivided attention.
(Ohtli Tezcacoatl)


Eagleheart asks, "... Ohtli. What's going on?"
Reva Shailas whispers something.

The youth pauses in place, his eyes considerably widening as he stumbles back momentarily. It was not often he was paid any mind by his elders, but he was always taken off guard when he was abruptly pulled up on. Even so, he had faced off against a massive Demon today, so it wasn't as if he was going to be stammering any time soon!

"Well..We managed to acquire some of this essence-goop stuff from Nethradin we encountered in the spirit realm. I wanted to use it for an idea that I had, but I would need to have its essence purified before I could speak to a runescribe. Why the sudden interest, Ma'am?" He inquires, warily studying her as he shifts properly to address her completely.
(Hatsu Lee)

Yang Kumo Jr. whispers something.

Yang Kumo Jr. whispers something.

Ohtli pays little mind to the background noise, which sadly in this case is a comrade. No, she's been called here for a reason. There is no surer sign, her arrival and these words coinciding.

The eyes of the arcanium mask glow softly and seem to stare at Hatsu judgingly. She holds out her hand, palm up. It's covered in blue scales, much like most of her arm, and she beckons to him with those claws of his.

"Give it here," is all she says.

While far less musical, the presence she exudes is remarkably similar to Eagleheart's in nature.
(Ohtli Tezcacoatl)

Reva Shailas whispers something.

Yang Kumo Jr. whispers something.

There's a clear sign of skepticism upon the young man's face as he stares down Ohtli, and then her out-stretched palm. She had not offered her name, but that bit of cordial behavior was not expected. Hatsu looks toward his comrades for a brief moment, as if unsure whether or not to entrust his hard-earned prize to a complete stranger..but it wasn't as if this individual exuded any sort of nefarious purpose, right?

 He slowly removes the vial from within his cloak, gingerly placing it within her palm as he studies her intently. He remains in place, but it's clear he's a bit distrusting!
(Hatsu Lee)

Ohtli Tezcacoatl drops Soothing Reed x1.

Ohtli Tezcacoatl picks up Contained Essence.

Yang Kumo Jr. whispers something.


Yotanwa says, "Pwaah.. super important stuff."
Ohtli Tezcacoatl drops Contained Essence x1.

Reva Shailas whispers something.

Yang Kumo Jr. drops Adamantite Chestplate.

Yang Kumo Jr. whispers something.

The mask, thought made if immutable arcanium, shows nothing but distaste and anger in the face of the offered phial. So too does the wearer. Beneath the raiment her nose wrinkles and her lips pull back in a snarl.

"...Step back."

Between the very tips of her claws she takes the phial and sets it on the ground, tugging a crude, primitive knife from a sheathe in her belt.

With the aid of the mask's lenses she can see the corruption that resides in the little glass phial. It looks like she's going to do something to it. Whatever that something is isn't entirely uncertain.

But it's definitely going to be a good ol' fashioned Gehennan blood ritual if no one tries to stop her.
(Ohtli Tezcacoatl)


Eagleheart says, "Satsuki, don't forget to bring the thing I told you about on that tea. I want to have a justification."
Reva Shailas whispers something.

Reva Shailas whispers something.

Yang Kumo Jr. whispers something.

Reva Shailas whispers something.

Reva Shailas whispers something.

Reva Shailas drops Runic Scroll - Vitality (Exalted).

Reva Shailas picks up Runic Scroll - Vitality (Exalted).

Yang Kumo Jr. whispers something.

Satsuki Shimasu whispers something.

Satsuki Shimasu unlocks the door.

Reva Shailas whispers something.

Reva Shailas whispers something.

Yang Kumo Jr. picks up Adamantite Chestplate.

Reva Shailas whispers something.


Yang Kumo Jr. exclaims, "Thank you!"
Yang Kumo Jr. whispers something.

Reva Shailas whispers something.

There's a moment of silence shared between Hatsu and the evident Gehennan shaman, as he does as what was requested of him. His sense of anxiety only seems to grow as she set the vial down, witnessing the knife being brandished in an oddly ritualistic manner. Regardless, he sincerely doubted that most people would go out of their way to ruin a perfectly good vial of demonic heathen blood, so he witnesses her performance.

"Uhhhhhhhh..."

 This is both a culture shock, and a confusing set of events for the youth. He had expected to have to go out of his way to find someone to aid him in this process, and if he was lucky? Well, maybe this seemingly experienced woman would be able to handle the job he had in mind!
(Hatsu Lee)

Reva Shailas whispers something.

Reva Shailas whispers something.

Mei literally just watches.
(Mei Xiang)

Yang Kumo Jr. whispers something.

Reva Shailas whispers something.

Carp worries about his boss, but he wouldn't show that.
(Carp Olathe)

Yang Kumo Jr. whispers something.

Reva Shailas whispers something.

Yang Kumo Jr. whispers something.

Reva Shailas whispers something.

Yang Kumo Jr. whispers something.

Reva Shailas whispers something.

Yang Kumo Jr. whispers something.

No one's stopping her. The ritual goes unimpeded. In her prosthetic hand she wields the knife deftly, lifting it high before bringing it down right onto her arm.

The scales, though they look sturdy, easily part for the primitive knife. It drags a long furrow through them, all the way down her arm. It has to hurt, but the Quetzal woman doesn't even flinch.

An offering to the Spirits, to the divinities, to drive out the malign forces within the stoppered phial. Time and time she's offered her own life force and this occasion is obviously no exception.

Drops of red spatter the phial and each one that touches the glass sizzles and spits like fat in a frying pan. There's an eerie shriek that emits from the phial, of pain and terror.

A layer of congealed corruption bubbles to the containers surface, rising into a manifestation of all the ills it houses. Many legs, and just as many eyes, each one roaming in a different direction all around as it seeks a route of escape.

Escape that it's not going to find. The Quetzal's claws reach out with preternatural speed, snatching up the malign spirit and shredding it into dark little ribbons.

With its passing the corruption from within the phial is gone, all traces of it vanish once the manifestation is forcibly driven from the waking realm. The whole process is certainly...a wild ride. Especially to the uninitiated observer.

Good ol' Gehennan blood ritual indeed.
(Ohtli Tezcacoatl)