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1[17:41] Ohtli Tezcacoatl says, "Skye. I'm glad you could make it."
2[17:41] Ohtli Tezcacoatl says, "You're...late. But I will allow it."
3[17:41] Ohtli Tezcacoatl says, "Why don't you also tell us what you know of the spirits, and tell your fellow classmates why you're here."
4[17:42] Skye Roberts says, "Sorry..Sorry- Ah..right."
5[17:43] Tahldrig displays a soft smile as she waves to Skye, he made it.
6(Tahldrig)
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9[17:53] Oh! She's... a little old for this class, glancing around-- but the material is of personal interest to her, and she wasn't too old for it back when her interest first piqued. Still, it feels a tad silly, a decade older than the rest of the students and still among them.
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11" Spiritmancy is, at its fundamental, the art of bridging the gap that exists between this world and the spirit world, born of the need to assist forces that linger from the departed and those that innately inhabit the realm. It is one's cultivated ability to perceive and later interact with, manipulate and otherwise influence it, building upon this practice through training and ritualistic pursuit of knowledge, understanding and so on. "
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13She pauses, a short and nervous laugh following.
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15" Ahah. This is... what I can remember of being taught, when I was very little. "
16(Mezzoh)
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19[17:53] Ohtli Tezcacoatl says, "A very studious- and very correct- answer, miss Mezzoh. Thank you."
20[17:54] Trudging into class late was one thing..it was his favorute class after all. Though he seemingly looked..a tad bit off. But regardless they managed to make it. Though once Ohtli asked the drakanite a question they seemingly blinked before hacking up an answer. Even if it did sound a tad bit monotoned.
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22" Spirits..right uhm, you can call to any t-type of spirit using a personal item of said spirit. But first you must also know what type of spirit you're bringing..or you could let something far worse in. To be..extra careful you could set a warding circle around you to keep others out." It was almost as if they read from a small scrip. Or maybe it was just the fact that they had taken time to memorize everything afterwards.
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24"You can even attempt to call upon deities. And though summoning a spirit may as well be an attempt..for some might find the offering unsettling. Or the spirits calling card as well...summoning deities needs..lots of determination and focus. And...Wardens and Nethradins are more so protecters and corrupters..thus why we tend to hear about evil spirits more often then not..I think. I guess Nethradins and evil spirits tend to find it easier to travel between our two worlds..."
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26A sort of long winded explantation from the drakanite before they seemingly stood where they were.
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30[17:56] The Elder smiles, nodding as the last answer is delivered. 
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32"I see you remembered the previous lesson. I'm glad. But today's lesson will be a little different. A little more practical. Would you all please open the drawers in your desks and remove what's inside?"
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34The old bird's prepared for this. Inside each desk is a long sheet of paper, long enough to cover about half the table, a pot of ink, and another smaller slip of paper with a rune inscribed on it.
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36"Today you will be attempting to summon spirits. Minor ones, but spirits nonetheless."
37(Ohtli Tezcacoatl)
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40[17:58] The Kang rises his brow a bit, but nods nonetheless. Opening the drawer he'd take out the prepared tools. The paper was placed atop their table, the ink and other slip of paper following suit. He'd flash a half-hearted smile towards Skye.
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42"So uhm… How exactly does this work aun-- Missus Ohtli?" Sima scrunches up his nose. He'd have to get used to calling his relatives their proper titles in class.
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46[17:59] Ohtli Tezcacoatl says, "Remove the items and I shall explain."
47[17:59] Tahl looks over at Skye while he speaks, wow, spiritmancy is a lot more in depth than she first realized. It seems far more intricate than cosmic magic and aquamancy, that makes it all the more interesting to the girl.
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49Tahl opens the drawer of her desk and pulls out a long sheet of paper, she lays it out to cover half the table before placing the pot of ink to the side. Lastly, the small slip with runes is pulled out and placed beside the ink pot. 
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51She stares curiously between the objects until Ohtli explains what they will be attempting, her attention quickly turns to Ohtli just waiting, now with anticipation for their nextinstructions.
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53"Y-yea, that, how do we begin? What types of things should we be wary of, are there any dangers involved in this? Do specific magic types help with summoning a spirit? What happens if you fail?" She kind of rattles off a bunch of questions that are on hercurious mind.
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57[18:00] Fern promptly removes the objects from the drawer and arranges them on the desk. He places the inkwell on his left and spends a moment staring at the rune. He did not know how to read runes, but he supposed in this case it didn't matter. He figures he would only need to replicate it at most, not understand or scribe another.
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59He also glances around the room. Considering the setting, it seemed unlikely they would be summoning nature spirits, or elementals. Quashing his curiosity, he waits for instructions.
60(Fern Blackwood)
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63[18:00] Todays class would be on summoning spirits..A slight twitch from the drakanite before they pulled out the materials in the desk. Staring blankly at them seeming to dip back and forth out of focus until Ohtli began explaining how to.
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65"Uhm..yea.."
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69[18:03] The Drakan turns to the board, drawing a large, plain circle in chalk.
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71"This is how you begin. First you need to draw a circle and infuse it with your mana to act as a barrier. 
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73"As a spiritmancer, especially a young one, this will be key. There are many spirits of all kinds attracted to energy, and to invite in the wrong one can be dangerous. However, for this exercise, that is highly unlikely. 
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75With a claw, the Elder points to one of the pots of ink.
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77"This is specially formulated with poppylus extract to conduct mana. You should find it suitable for making these 'barriers' on your papers. Begin there."
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81[18:09] As Ohtli begins explaining, Tahl's attention remains on the elder drakanite. She studies the plain circle and nods her head. She then mimics the display, drawing a large circle onto her paper.
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83Which magic should she use though? Which type of mana? After a bit of internal deliberation she decides on the safest kind. Holy mana. Who knows what type of spirits cosmic or lightning magic could spawn.
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85She holds her palm over the paper. Her hand is located in the center of the circle she's drawn. She allows the holy energies she controls to form within her hand, a golden glow appearing as she fixates upon the thoughts and feelings that fuel that portion of her mana. She then allows a golden orb to drop down onto the page and spread out as if it were a large droplet of water. Once it reaches the edges of the circle she exhales a short breath into the page, causing the mana to begin to seep into the circle, fusing it with her holy mana. There's no need to worry about destroying the circle or the paper as she has no desire for her magic to have destructive strength to it at this time.
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87Now that that is done, she returns her gaze to Ohtli to await the next steps.
88(Tahldrig)
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91[18:09] Fern dips a quill in the ink and draws a circle on the page. It's not perfectly round, as he lacks the artistic skill, but it is completely sealed. He spends a bit of time correcting his drawing with a little extra ink here or there until it does look perfectly round, and a bit more bold than the pen nib was designed for. The circle wasn't the part that had him concerned though.
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93Fern looks at the circle and ponders a moment as to where he should start putting mana. The top? The bottom? Circles didn't have endpoints, which was rather the point. Should he try to make a circuit, or just inundate the ink? The Dryad takes a deep breath and makes his choices. He pushes a bit too much mana into the circle starting from its top, relative to his perspective. Once done, he pauses and looks up for a reaction or the lack of one. He trusts that if the barrier is not made, Ohtli would let him know.
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97[18:10] Draw a circle and then just... Infuse mana? Sima's nose remains scrunched up as he looked over the materials. He'd mumble to himself for a time before carefully popping open the pot of ink. 
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99Looking about for a brush of some sort proves fruitless. Thus, using the Kang's most prominent technique, he dips his finger into the ink and carefully drags it about in a circle atop the large sheet of paper. How interesting it was to think that this could be created with a flower...
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101Regardless, he'd channel what he could into the thin line he'd created. Keeping that ink-blotted digit to the rim of the circle he'd let his mana drift on out with a few mutterings under his breath.
102(Sima Kang)
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105[18:12] A blink here and there as the elder drakanite explained to the class. Staring at the paper for a moment before turning there gaze to the ink pot. From the ink pot back to paper all over again. Until they decided to dip a claw into a bag of sugary dust. Crystals crawling over the claw before it was dipped into the ink. A mostly crude way of a pen.
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108But even so a deep breath from the younger drakanite as they placed their finger against the page. Slowly drawing a circle as they shivered slightly. Pooling bits of their wind and crystal mana into the circle they finished drawing the circle over the large sheet of paper. A few more twitches from the drakanite as they paused and waiting for the rest of the instructions.
109(Skye Roberts)
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112[18:17] Ohtli follows along with the class by way of example. She dips the tip of one of her prodigious claws in the ink well and traces the rough outline of a circle onto the paper. 
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114With a little 'tap' she infuses the ink with mana and it reacts. A trail of purple fire, no higher than a few centimeters, travels along the edge of the ring like a powder fuse before it vanishes in a puff of smoke. Poof.
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116"You all seem to be getting the hang of it. Now turn to the rune that's inscribed among the items you were given."
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118Once more she leads by example, unfolding her own slip and examining the rune in question down the bridge of her nose.
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120"In the center, inscribe this rune. Exactly. This is the 'calling card' for the spirit you're summoning. Much like a written name for us, this will be what the spirit identifies itself with."
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122Another dip of her talon into the inkwell and she begins inscribing the run into the center of the circle.
123(Ohtli Tezcacoatl)
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126[18:21] Tahl tilts her head as if she were a curious puppy at seeing the purple flames, the last time she saw flames of a purple coloring, was from the nethradin that attacked her. Yet there was no hint of occult magic that stemmed from the flames, how curious.
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128She looks over and begins examining the obscure rune upon her slip. As she dips her fingertip back into the ink she begins to copy the rune exactly as it is written. She hesitates a tiny bit at the beginning of the various twists and arcs, but she is able to take her time when it comes to copying and ends up with a perfect replica. "So the spirit will identify itself with this rune? Does that mean everyone is going to summon the same type of spirit? Or do all spirits share the identification with this rune?" If they're like a written name, then it makes sense to Tahldrig that there must be other runes one can utilize as a calling card.
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132[18:21] Ohtli Tezcacoatl says, "No. Each of you -should- have a different rune."
133[18:24] It's not all too much of a glow that follows the circle's path. The faint, light blue glow from it is proof of the mana's trailing effects through the conductive ink. It was astounding to behold, honestly.
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135His eyes dip towards the aforementioned slip of paper. Could he recreate the rune to an exact tee? Possibly, but he was never an artist. A low 'hm' rolls about in his throat before he gives the old Drakanite a gentle nod.
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137Studying the rune for one last moment he'd set it just near the circle of ink. Once more his finger dips into the ink. Preparing to inscribe the rune within the mana-charged circle, he'd shoot one last glance at the slip of paper.
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139It's... Near perfect, honestly, but it's sloppy at best. Another little hum rolls in his throat. Maybe he should've taken his time with its inscription.
140(Sima Kang)
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143[18:24] Fern takes another glance at his circle. He wasn't deaf to the extra emphasis on -exactly-, and he was keen on getting this right. He stares at the rune again, making sure he knew every line and proportion perfectly. He looks over at Ohtli's sheet, noting whether or not the rune was supposed to be scaled to the circle or done in the same size as the sample, then he finally starts copying his rune.
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145It takes him a couple of minutes, as he is very meticulous. He focuses on the task to the exclusion of listening for the time that it takes, and when done he has copied it correctly. Using a quill instead of a fingertip may have been an advantage.
146(Fern Blackwood)
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149[18:25] Unfurling the paper and simply staring at the rune binded onto the paper. Maybe it was because of the boys blurry vision they seemingly inscribed the right rune after refreshing there finger with the ink. It..seemed a tad different that what the drakanite had invisioned in there head but they were fine with it.
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152After seemingly staring at it a bit more. The rune seemed to have crissed and crossed in various directions before coming to a simply three ringed loop in the center of the rune. Not a peftect by there standerds..But it was still strange enough. Yet even the drakanite caught a glimps of those purple flames. Still remembering the first time he saw it. But once more nodding towards the elder drakanite. Keeping that ever steady silence.
153(Skye Roberts)
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156[18:27] Things are followed along in traditional a manner, but all the while she's thinking about how she could incorporate this twofold. A brush at the heel, or flint to carve sigils as she moves, a focus on one leg and clicks and drags to marker a massive area around where she might dance. 
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158She could create these things twofold, manifest them with grace and the rhetoric of her carefully practiced art and make it a subtle thing, to create a veil that twists the world and opens a channel of expression and understanding that she could bring to her people as a whole.
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160A rune. Her hand is very steady, her movements meticulous and precise. The calling card, as it were, is copied down to imperfections of lack thereof. Curvature of line, a twisting sigil.
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162She is content with the appearance of her result. It comes to her as the way she would imagine her feet trailing, leaving mark midst a slow, deep festival drum would push her to move.
163(Mezzoh)
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166[18:32] The old Drakan watches over her latest pupils, eyes scanning the ranks to make sure they're staying on task. No lolly-gagging. She even walks up and down the rows of desks to make sure the runework is good. Good enough to not make anything blow up at least.
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168Not that that will happen...Right?
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170Right.
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172She patrols back to her desk and to her own inscribed sigil.
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174"And now for the good part," she says with a smile.
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176"Summons take a sacrifice. A loose term for an offering of some variety. Blood, mana, something of significant personal or magical importance. The options are many."
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178One of her claws curls inward, scoring her palm and drawing a bead of blood. Ohtli presses her hand into the rune, the ink barely dry, and the paper beneath her hand begins to sizzle. Smoke rises between her fingers and coalesces into a little cloud.
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180Then the cloud grows eyes, two pinpricks of yellow light that turn and look around the room.
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182"And there you have it. You may now make your own attempts. With care, please. If you have any questions or need clarification, ask now."
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186[18:40] Now he needed to bleed for them? This was... This was strange. He knew his "aunt" had a whole lot of scars before, but they were all because of this? A low hum rolls in his throat as he tries to figure out how exactly to draw blood from himself.
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188Lifting his thumb up to his mouth he'd chomp down, piercing his kin with his teeth. A quiet huff of pain parts from him before that bloodied digit is placed above the central rune. He'd let it drip on down into the paper itself, light blue hues watching the process carefully...
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190Only to have nothing pop up. His brow furrows, grumbling to himself with a bit of frustration. Perhaps his rune wasn't as close as he'd hoped it was.
191(Sima Kang)
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194[18:44] Fern has not yet performed a direct blood sacrifice, though he has bled onto plants before. Dryad blood has its own special properties, and so he was well aware of its significance. Drawing it wasn't always easy for him, as he had little control of his natural magics and was protected by a layer of bark, but he had the means now to pierce it. He draws a mithril sword and positions it steadily on the ground, blade up.
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196With a breath of preparation, he lowers his palm onto the tip of the sword, resting the blade against the wood. With his other hand, he performs a carefully measured strike, driving the metal through his natural armor and just barely into his hand\. He suppresses a wince and presses his free hand over the wound to prevent unnecessary spillage, brings it over the rune and releases it.
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198As the blood falls into the rune, it is activated. The sacrifice should be more than enough, the barrier more than strong enough. A good rune, a thick circle with extra mana, and Dryad blood.
199(Fern Blackwood)
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202[18:44] Sacrifice, as they discussed in the past, something personal and important to them. There's a slight nod of her head as she contemplates on what to sacrifice. Her head turns towards Sima, no.. she can't sacrifice Sima. That would defeat the entire purpose of her being his protector. 
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204So, there's her blood. Her very life force. Of course her life is important to her, she loves being alive. Being dead would suck! Yet, a problem arises, how is she to draw her blood, she has no magic that can create a wound upon her without searing it instantly, Tahl reaches into her pocket and digs around, she notices something. The very tokens the school gives out have sharp edges. Tiny points adorn the edges. A little pressure and a quick movement, that should be all it takes to tear through just enough of her skin in order to draw blood.
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206She pulls one out and dashes it across her hand, not her fingertips, not her palm, but the heel of her hand. The very area that rests upon her staff when she uses it, which admittedly, is very rarely.
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208The gehennan girl follows Ohtli's example, pressing her hand into the rune. A loud hiss is heard centering from her paper as she pulls her hand away. a small pool of blood seems to flow throughout the rune.
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210While her paper doesn't sizzle, and no smoke rises, something does happen. Similar to the glowing orb that she dropped upon her paper, two small orbs rise up and twist until they form the shape of eyes, at first they seem to spin around, looking around the room but then they grow wider and turn to Tahldrig.
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212The blonde beams delightedly as she looks back into the eyes.
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214"How long will these spirits persist?" A small question, though she wishes that her spirit had a mouth so she could ask it questions and it could reply. The feeling she gets from her summon thankfully, is a gentle one. It seems to her to be a kind spirit.
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218[18:46] A sacrifice? They didnt have much in the way of that..but before long they simply shrugged before nicking there own thumb. Drawing forth a few droplets of blood as they seemingly copied how Ohtli placed her hand against the rune in fashion.
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220For a few moments, nothing happened. It seemed as if he still needed practice after all...That was until the paper began to sizzle. Though it was less of a sizzling and more so..a light burning. That eventually ended up consuming the paper in a puff of smoke. Yet even so what remained afterwards was...something strange.
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222What could quite literally be a dragon's welp. Though everything about it was off, crystalized wings where it should be normal ones. Broken..malformed..Yet it was a spirit after all, and one that grew on the drakanite instantly. Though..what would Ohtli have to say about that after all? One thing was sure..They wer helping it stay, even if it..well felt strange. Almost as if it was crying out in a silent way.
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224"I..I would like to know that question as well.."
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226Ushering the spirit towards him it felt..nice. A very nice and true escape from the memories of yesterday after all.
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230[18:50] Mezzoh could not possibly be caught anything but trying to FORCE knowledge into her skull by her own observation of her own and everyone around her's own ever step.
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232But comes the part, where... well. She's done this before, even if only for show. Now it is for a purpose, so she wastes no time in this next step.
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234Mezzoh raises her hand over the sigil, folding her hand into a fist and pricking her palm with blood. Her claws dig deep enough for their to be an immediate, sharply painful stream of vitae.
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236It is... far more blood that Ohtli shows her example with, a concerning amount that she only moves away after everything within the circle is red and the runes are just shy of being overtaken.
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238She has no questions, no comments. Only a close, watchful eye on her own exploit.
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242[18:57] Ohtli removes her hand from the paper. The floating cloud of smog with eyes bobs in place, each of the eyes rolling independently of the other in the opaque mist. Yellow marbles tumbling in a bubble of fluffy gas. 
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244At Tahldrig's table the little bouncing golden orbs do a similar act. They float about harmlessly and observe their new surroundings. As they fumble in the air they bounce against the drawn circle barrier like goldfish in a bowl. Bump, bump, thump, tumble. 
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246Fern's rune is well drawn, and his blood is potently connected to the spirits already. It spreads out over the ink sigil and branches start to grow. And grow...and grow. The head of some great beast, its jaws bristling with stones for fangs covered in moss, bares its teeth and bellows at him....Oops? It doesn't seem very happy to see him.
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248At Sima's table...
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250Nothing happens. For a while at least. The drop of blood spreads and stains the paper. Then it spreads further than it ought to, taking up the entirety of the containment circle. Its color goes from red to dark brown, like clay, and the paper turns to mud. Bubbling mud, and with each pocket of gas that escapes it there are little 'yips'. 
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252Skye's conjured dragon is small, and its wings of brilliant crystal are skewed at odd angles. Its jaws open but it makes no sound. While it tries to reach him it can only scrape against the containment circle with little claws. 
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254Mezzoh gives a lot of blood. Like, a -lot-. It stains the paper, the entire inner of the circle and puddles. The puddle then ripples, and it's not a result of the bellowing beasthead that Fern has accidentally conjured (for shame). One large ripple becomes several smaller ones, and droplets of blood pop up one after the other in a phantom rhythm. A little dance for the dancer. 
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256"Ah, that's-" the Elder flinches, regarding Fern's summoning. 
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258"That's dependent upon the offering and the strength it has. A few other factors too, such as the spirit's willingness to be brought to this plane."
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262[19:02] A few moments of staring at the poor dragon they summoned. Trapped within the runic circle. And it..felt wrong. Moving a small hand towards the circle before staring at Ohtli to ask a simple question. Even if it may sound..stupid at least.
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265"We..can free them now right?"
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269[19:02] Skye Roberts says, "From the uhm..circle I mean.."
270[19:02] Ohtli Tezcacoatl says, "Well..."
271[19:02] Ohtli Tezcacoatl says, "I can't advise that. For some of them. And depending on the nature of your sacrifice, they will not be here much longer anyway."
272[19:02] There's a slow nod of her head as she reaches out to cup her hands beneath the spiritual eyes that she summoned, she doesn't want them getting eye damage! She tries to hold them, but who knows how well that would work. Within her palms however are small puddles of holy mana that the spirit may be able to utilize as a cushion.
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274She.. can't just keep the orbs there, it doesn't feel right to her, they aren't complete and she worries that just maybe, they're in pain. Torn away from the rest of it's body and thrust into a land unknown to it.
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276"H-how.. do we return them to their home miss Ohtli? I.. don't like the feeling of it being pulled away from it's home and into this unknown realm."
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280[19:03] Ohtli Tezcacoatl says, "Ah, well, if it didn't want to be here, Tahldrig, they simply wouldn't have come."
281[19:03] Tahldrig says, "Oh."
282[19:03] Ohtli Tezcacoatl says, "Spiritmancy doesn't bind the unwilling."
283[19:04] Sima stares blankly at the bubbling brown mess atop that was his sheet of paper. The Kang slowly leans back away from the paper as it begins to 'yip' every so often. Kraus, what god was he playing?
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285… Wait, those yips sound familiar.
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287Those light blue hues shift between his aunt and the paper. What was he to do now? Surely this poor little thing wanted release from its new muddy bindings.
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289"-- Yeah, uhm… How do I uh... Let them go back to sleep? Mine's... Mine's barking at me like Snippy used to--"
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291Oh, they came willingly... Wait, was that Snippy? At least he'd be resting again soon then. Those light blue hues rest on the muddy paper, a low hum rolling about his throat.
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295[19:05] Ohtli Tezcacoatl says, "You can, of course, ask them politely to leave."
296[19:06] Ohtli Tezcacoatl says, "Your word and will keeps them here just as much as theirs."
297[19:06] Fern is gravely alarmed at being threatened by the spirit he has called. It seems that his work was indeed potent. He's fortunate that the rest of a beast's body does not immediately emerge and attack him. Unable to take root through the room's paved floor, Fern has few methods to stop his hand from bleeding, and he does not think he could have fought the creature.
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299The best he can do is attempt diplomacy. As much as he was frightened by his work, he still knew that this spirit was not in the wrong.
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301"Ah, if you would, allow me to explain. I--please stop yelling at me--I merely needed to--Yes, yes, sorry, of course. I apologize."
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303He puts some pressure in his hand and sits scootched as far back from his desk as the space between his chair and the next desk allows. Awkward.
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307[19:07] She nods her head at that, her smile returning to her face. She now looks to the orbs and says "It's nice to meet you, I don't know if you can talk, or hear me, but I am Tahldrig. I'm the one who brought you here with the aid of miss Ohtli." 
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309The orbs seem to rise and fall within her palms, not giving much of a reply. For some reason though, she does get the feeling that the orbs are rather content being with her.
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311While some peoples blood may not be as powerful for summoning, Tahldrig's holds a great deal of meaning to her. Her blood brings her life, her life brings her purpose. Without her life, she wouldn't be able to help her friends. Other than directly sacrificing a friend or her own life, it's the most important thing she can possible offer to the realm of the spirits.
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313"Where is it that you come from?" Still asking the spirit of course.
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317[19:11] Sima's eyes dart around to everyone's near perfect summoning. This truly wasn't his forte after all. Carefully leaning up against the table he'd look over the bubbling mass of paper.
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319"Uhm… H-hello, sorry to wake you up. I know uh... I know you came willingly, and it was really nice to meet you!-- But, uh... I really messed up on bringing you here. I'm no summoner like auntie and uh..."
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321His eyes travel about the gathered. Kraus, he really was the back of the summoner-train wasn't he? "... Everyone for that matter. So can you kindly go back to your sleep?"
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323Canting his head to the side he'd watch the bubbling paper for a response. Whether it be a defiant yip or... Just for the bubbles to stop. Poor thing.
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327[19:17] The earthen head, which resembles a great hound's, barks and snaps and snarls at Fern. It really, really doesn't look happy. Sure it didn't have to be there if it didn't want to, but who hasn't picked up the phone just to yell at a telemarketer every once in a while. 
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329The little hatchling in Skye's containment circle paces around its circumference. It tries to stretch its malformed wings, but then they crumble into crystalline dust. The rest of its body begins to crack as its tether on the material fades. 
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331The two orbs of light Tahldrig's summoned continue to bob, and they reply to her question. Not in words, of course, but as they jostle and bump around the sound of wind chimes echoes from them. 
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333Sima's mud puddle yips once, twice, thrice more as it bubbles. It roils and swirls and seemingly is sucked down into the middle of the circle. All that is left behind after is the drop of blood that was used to summon it. And a few flecks of brown goop. Ew.
334(Ohtli Tezcacoatl)
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337[19:19] Little steps, a little dance. An expression curious of to who she's called, to what she's called, the little patter of an expression she's so familiar with her first proper showing. A little bandage is procured while the expression persists, dissipating to the end of the short little dance and a brief nod from herself.
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339It dissipates harmlessly, and her rune is left, a little burned up for the expression and her own lack of proper layering of ink to affirm itself.
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341Bandaging her hand gives her time to think about... what greater steps she can aggressively force herself into taking. There were no brakes. Not on this train.
342(Mezzoh)
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345[19:21] A small sigh and a slight hiccup escaped from the drakanite as they watched the dragon whelp they summoned crumble away into dust. A sad sight...but one they were..very determined to bring back. For better or for worse after all.
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347
348"Goodbye little friend..."
349(Skye Roberts)
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352[19:21] Poor Snippy, gone from this world too soon. The Kang only frowns as the mud draws back into the center of the circle, leaving behind flecks of brown goop. Good old Snippy...
353
354Light blue hues looked towards Skye's fading hatchling, widening as it was wiped from this plane of existence. Kraus that was brutal... Wait, that looked like what happened to him during the first encounter with the fallen angels.
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356That's kind of neat to watch.
357(Sima Kang)
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360[19:21] Wind chimes? She doesn't speak wind chimes.. she wishes Bubbles was here to decipher the encoded message within the chiming. Even though she doesn't understand she takes it as somewhere peaceful, and there's a gentle nod of her head, she continues to smile softly to her orbs as she speaks. "Thank you for coming to visit, I am happy to have met you. Perhaps in time we will see one another again. I do not wish to keep you around at this time, not that it will bring me joy to send you home. Please rest peacefully and keep an eye on every one that you can dearest spirit." She can't exactly say 'spirits protect' to a spirit.. that just seems dirty.
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362Slowly, the orbs fade away as she wills them to be gone, their chiming echoing throughout the room as they left.
363(Tahldrig)
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366[19:24] Fern takes a deep breath and sighs. He supposed he did deserve the chewing out he was getting, and he understood that perhaps the beast had better things to do than respond to his summons. It chose to remain, likely to vent its frustrations, but the Dryad couldn't understand it any more profoundly than 'I am very angry.' With the potency of his blood, the spirit might be there barking and snarling for hours, or days.
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368There was not much cause for it to go on and so he steels himself, mentally crushing the intimidation he had suffered at its arrival. Fern makes eminent his will, as best he can, and commands the spirit return from whence it came.
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370"Enough. I apologize finally for whatever has you offended, but...Begone."
371(Fern Blackwood)
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374[19:26] The puddle of blood dries up, the mud swirls away, orbs of light wink out of existence and the creation of crystal takes on last step around the circle before the rest of it cracks and crumbles into colorful, scintillating dust.
375
376The last to depart is the earthen hound, barking a few more times (and probably saying something about contacting Fern's manager), before it also crumbles into its component pieces. Earth, bits of stone and moss, all clatter over the paper. 
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378"That...could have gone worse," she offers optimistically. 
379
380"I believe that wraps up the lesson for today, hm?"
381(Ohtli Tezcacoatl)
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383[19:30] Tahldrig says, "Miss Ohtli, I have a question not really related to class, why were your flames purple? The only other time I've seen purple flames was when I was attacked by the nethradin."
384[19:32] Ohtli Tezcacoatl says, "Hm? Oh..."
385[19:32] Ohtli Tezcacoatl says, "That has absolutely nothing to do with Nethradin."
386[19:32] Tahldrig says, "Oh, alright. I didn't get the feeling of occult magic from you, and that's why I was curious."
387[19:33] Skye Roberts exclaims, "Its..something special though!"
388[19:34] Tahldrig says, "Well of course it is Skye! Miss Ohtli is very special."
389[19:34] Ohtli Tezcacoatl says, "No. The occult might run in my blood, but I've never picked it up."
390[19:34] Ohtli Tezcacoatl says, "Pfah. Nonsense."
391[19:34] Ohtli Tezcacoatl says, "Nothing I have ever done is something that couldn't be done by anyone else."
392[19:34] Tahldrig says, "You just showed a bunch of rag tag kids how to summon spirits and nothing exploded."
393[19:34] Ohtli Tezcacoatl says, "The flames are what is known as 'ghostfire'. Admittedly a rare sight, but nothing that can't be learned or gifted."
394[19:35] Ohtli reaches out and, with a claw flickering in the same flames, makes a slice through the air. A long, noodly serpent worms its way through the slice, spreading its wings and curling around her shoulders.
395(Ohtli Tezcacoatl)
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397[19:36] Ohtli Tezcacoatl says, "Hm? This one? He does not belong to me. But this little one is Matlalihhuitl."
398[19:37] Tahldrig says, "Wonderous."
399[19:38] Ohtli Tezcacoatl says, "Through service to one of the Divine Five, these things are possible."
400[19:38] Ohtli Tezcacoatl says, "Not many on Agartha pay tribute to them with any seriousness, however."
401[19:39] Tahldrig says, "I'm certain that there are many things on Agartha that people do not pay tribute to with seriousness, it's unfortunate."
402[19:40] Ohtli Tezcacoatl says, "Quite."
403[19:40] Ohtli Tezcacoatl says, "Ah, but that concludes your lessons. Unless you want to stand here and look at an old woman, you can be on your way."