( catch-all ) take a hit if you miss the mark

[oldhound]

Who: John Constantine oldhound+ you!
What: all of the things. well, at least a lot.
When: September to November
Where: all around the place!

Content Warnings: none yet. will update here and in subject lines as needed.

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[oldhound]

[ Well, he did quit back in the old town and he's been doing well at not picking it back up since being here. Still, it's difficult. Especially when he knows he's got an emergency pack stashed away somewhere. As for which is better, Peter's is definitely on the healthier side, John would know from well---that's not something he plans on bringing up until he has to. ]

I've got a few mixtures I've been putting together. Bit of my own and a bit of this place. Since this is fraying at the nerves what do we say to a little less on the pep side and more gentle encouragement energy-wise?

[ He goes over to a spot he's been working off and on for a while, turning jars to find what he's looking for, listening to her explain as she does. Stopping just a moment he goes back, fingers of one hand running through his hair a moment before plucking at one to offer out. ]

A bit of dowsing and scrying shoved together then.

[ Least what it sounds like. ]

Want me to have a bucket of water on standby just in case?

[creidim]

Ooh, that sounds lovely—! [ A custom blend—! She is all for it. And perhaps something that's definitely needed, all things considered. But she is... very much hoping this will work. And if it doesn't, at least tea will help.

There's a smile as she takes the strand of hair from him and she carefully sets to work, wrapping the hair around the length her wand, taking her time so as not to snap it. Snugly secured, she turns back to the fresh copy of the map on the table. ]

A bit like that, yes. [ It might look more familiar to him once she does it. She pauses at his question though. Hm, well—? She is technically adapting a spell, and they can go terribly wrong sometimes. ] ... That might be a good idea, yes.

[ She'll let him get it before she readies herself. She brings her wand up to her face, holding it with both hands, one at each end before turning towards one edge of the map. ]

Appare Vestigium. [ Inhaling deeply, she brings the handle of her wand to her mouth and blows as if one would through a straw.

She turns herself from one side of the map to the other in one fluid sweeping motion as she continuously blows through the wand, a mass of golden dust like a small sandstorm bursting from the wand tip with a soft, shimmering sound — curling upwards into the air before it descends upon the map. Luna moves back, pulling her wand from her mouth. She stands with bated breath, eyes wide as she watches the spell try to work itself. The map begins the brighten, coming alive with traces of magic as the golden dust settles.

The golden dust over Willful Machine brightens, there's even a bright spot in Ache — a few other positions where John's magic has been. It appears to be working—! But the slow appearing bright spots of John's magic don't quite conclude appearing, and the entire map starts to grow bright — too bright, too hot, the shimmering sound rising in pitch—

Luna makes a soft sound, grabbing John and trying to pull the both of them down, ducking for cover. With a shrill, almost painful sound, the dust explodes outwards and then quickly into nothing, the map promptly bursting into flames with it.

(Oops.) ]