#kc_necropolis

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Getting a bit of satyr hair is surprisingly easy, particularly when one's suitor is his room mate. Zara lights the brazier in the very apartment, adding to the strength of it. Doyle doesn't know, but then, why does he need to?

The omen springs to life and...flurries of energy fly. She sees an image of a ghost passing through Doyle....oh, it's her, obviously. Leaving him shaking but unharmed. A second figure however comes out while he shakes with a pipe, and breaks his knee! That's a graphic image and not to be taken literally. The second figure then pushes someone else into a light, and that 'someone else' dances

If the pipe is a metaphor for a hex, and she has the fur then..yes, she can find the glamour on it that is NOT her doing nor native to him... She pulls at that glamour and it pools in the cup of her hand, well, its echo, but enough to scry the caster!

But is Doyle worth yet another cantrip? mmmph

He is! Or rather.... curiosity is.

Well, yes, curiosity does give her soul a thrill, knowledge achieved comes with it a moment of pleasure for her and... well, yes. ahem. She puts her hand through the smoke and twirls it in a circular pattern, and through it sees that 'second figure' come deeper into view. A woman, and a clurichaun at that! Currently patting a mortal near her (harder to see that, but a kinian) "Oh stop whining Sean, you wanted the dance gig, I got you the dance gig. What, you want me to hex the lighting guy too? We got you on the stage didn't we?"

The clurichaun is easy to see. It's her glamour and she's pure changeling as it were. Shorter than most, a bit ruddy faced ,sparkling eyes. Auburn hair. She kind of looks like an evil Alyson Hannigan. Well, at least a devious one. She has aided kin in getting Doyle's slot!

The cantrip itself, well, Zara can tell it is a Foul Fortune, one cast without care to full effects.

A voice , Sean's "I guess. I feel kind of bad for him, did you know it would do that?"

A frown on the clurichan's face "A bad rep, pshaw. He probably deserved it."

Zara, meanwhile, glowers. "Da'an is not to be trifled with lightly, nay... what we weave, what we spin, it comes back upon us again..."

Earl tilts his head he can't see all she can, "Someone mucking with soothsay carelessly? I thought all students in that got the lesson of handle with care? " A realization "Sorry, I'm talking. I just love to watch you work"

"They ought." She frowns. "Da'an has a way of working back."

"What do you think we should do? Kiling his rep has hurt his ablity to pay his rent"

"I wonder if I can... ah.... alert da'an a bit. Put a little glow about her..."

"You'd know better than I. You mean, let Da'an know she's pulling its strings callously, or let her know someone knows?"

"Or both..."

"or both" he nods "let me know if you need dross. I have a lemon drop that resembles a skull, not intentionally either"

"Sounds delicious.. but... chimerical magic is cheap enough." As the clurichaun gloats to her lover, shadows draw long and dark and cold... they loom... seeming to shape into eyes, all staring at her!

"Holy shit, Sean! What... ah..." She turns around "Crap crap...what the hell is this?"

"I see it too..chimera?" The kinian is even less versed than she

The eyes become SPIDERS, weaving webs, tangling them, and becoming entrapped...

SCREAMS as the clurichaun reaches for a chimerical dagger and stabs at..well, the wall really

Shadows are laughing mouths!

THe mortal has just ran out the door

"Sean, you wimp don't leave me..." Scrambling "Oh I don't know this magic.."

A whirlwind, and eyes once more - nay, an eye - one eye, shared by three haggard crones.

"crones wait this means.." eyes wide "Okay, if I.. if I try to drop the foul fortune will you...you stop this?"

The three look at her, waiting.

"Nod or something!" Panicked eyes

...A wavering hand. Maybe?

"What was done now be undone, let the goat reclaim his name, let him for his own sins be punished, and not mislabeled shame"

A admonishing wag of one bony spectral finger... and the shadows disperse.

"Oh crap oh crap..."

meanwhile Earl watches Zara's expressions as she works

Her fingers weave at glamour and shadow - a white-haired witch at work...

and oh, oh how she smiles... drinking in the clurchaun's fear through her working.

and there is a flicker of glamour that is returned, as Zara has achieved the ancient sluagh way of terrorizing

"Well now, that's better..."

"you look triumphant" Earl whispers admiring

"I believe she might know some fear of consequences, now."

"I think Uncle Emmit would approve. " Earl kisses her hand, "Thank you, mi amour. Doyle can be a fool, but I kind of like him when he's not. And..half rent"

"Doyle IS a fool, and an ass... but he did not deserve that. Da'an is not a toy."

He tilts his head, "Being a proper witch is a lot more dedicated than most folks realize, isn't it? It's not all defending your candy house from rude gluttons"

"Only mostly so..."

"maybe my next painting should be witches around a bubbling water cooler/cauldron"

(Pause /end ? for now)