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Theodred led Ori into his camp. It was in a small wooded area, some of the trees having been cut down to build the frame of a small cabin. A tent was set up in the open area and near it a campfire with some hot coals. Laundry was hung up bewteen two trees and in the distance a creek could be heard, bubbling. It was nice and peaceful.

"Grab a seat near the campfire while I get my stuff."

Date: 2006-04-25 09:06 pm (UTC)
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Ori sat down and looked around- as far as she knew, her deal with Melkor to keep an eye on Theo was still on, and this could be very useful. She cradled her cut arm carefully, though, the news that it was giving off energy or something disturbed her thoroughly. "How long is this going to take? I don't want Roy to worry or anything."

Date: 2006-04-25 09:19 pm (UTC)
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Theo came back with a small bundle. "I don't know. It'll take as long as it takes." He set the bundle down and opened it up. Inside were tools. Small thin picks and magnifing glasses. Rounder tools with the air of magic about them. Each one looked exceptionally useful, but as to what use they were for, one had to be trained to use it.

He picked up one and then paused for a moment. "Here, put this on." He said, pulling off a silver bracelt from his own wrist. "Think healing thoughts, it should get rid of that cut of yours."

Date: 2006-04-25 09:22 pm (UTC)
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"...healing thoughts?" She gave him a profoundly skeptical look and slipped the bracelet on. "Oookay, then. Go ahead, magic-man."

Date: 2006-04-25 09:24 pm (UTC)
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If she did as he asked, the wound should have healed. Thus the power of a cure moderate wounds spell.

Theo on the other hand is picking over his tools. "Not a magic man, just a very tricky one."

Date: 2006-04-25 09:25 pm (UTC)
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Well, she gave it a shot, and the wound closed. "Huh. Impressive. And hey, a lot of magic on my home world is just being very tricky, so it counts."

Date: 2006-04-25 09:30 pm (UTC)
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"Thank you, I think." He holds out his hand for the bracelet. It could be noticed that it's something that a woman would wear, not a man. "Now that I won't be poking holes in your wound, I can get started."

Date: 2006-04-25 09:31 pm (UTC)
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She hands it back and nods. "Not poking holes in the wound is a good thing."

((I need to go out and apply for jobs. I'll be back this evening.))

Date: 2006-04-26 01:00 am (UTC)
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He slips the bracelet back around his wrist before taking her own and putting it in his lap. Slipping a pair of spectacles over his eyes he bent over her manacled wrist, two thin tools in his fingers.

"So what did you promise to do for my father?"

Date: 2006-04-26 02:49 am (UTC)
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"Aside from all that shit if he helped me get my power back? Nothing." She's good at lying- it's something of a hobby.

Date: 2006-04-26 04:47 am (UTC)
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"The thing is... he wouldn't have offered that if you weren't doing something for him. See, offering you power is a way to further bind you to him. Though I think he's done a good enough job with this. Definately different than mine." He paused for a minute. "This might hurt."

He took a tool that looked like it had a crystal on the tip of it and jabbed it at the Manacle.

Date: 2006-04-26 04:48 am (UTC)
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She swore colourfully. "Yeah. It hurt."

Date: 2006-04-26 04:53 am (UTC)
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He grunted something that sounded like interesting and grabbed another tool, with a different color crystal. "What about this?"

Date: 2006-04-26 04:54 am (UTC)
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"Not as much. Are you just torturing me for fun or are these telling you something?" She quirked an eyebrow, not sounding antagonistic at all.

Date: 2006-04-26 05:05 am (UTC)
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"If I wanted to torture you I'd be using my knives, and you'd be tied up." He said conversationally, "This does tell me something. Each crystal is attuned to a different type of magic. The first one was necromancy, this one is transumation. The fact that it hurt means that it's tied into your life force some how."

Date: 2006-04-26 05:06 am (UTC)
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"That's logical," she says in response to his torture statement.

"And I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that that's... not great. At all. Can you tell what they're doing?"

Date: 2006-04-26 05:21 am (UTC)
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"I find, when toruturing someone it's best to make sure they can't fight back."

He leans back, pushing the spectacles on top of his head. "From what it looks like it's a two way connection."

Date: 2006-04-26 05:22 am (UTC)
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"Yeah, usually. What's a two way connection mean in this case? Small words, please." She smiled wryly.

Date: 2006-04-26 05:35 am (UTC)
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He frowned and then picked up two stones. "Okay this is your manacle," he said holding up one stone and putting it on the ground. He drew a line and put the other stone at the end of the stone. "This is the other end of the connection." he then tapped the second stone. "I don't know what it is. I'd have to follow it back, but it's taking something from you... and turning it to something else, and at the same time it's giving you something."

Date: 2006-04-26 05:36 am (UTC)
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"Can you tell what it's giving me, or would that also require tracing it?" She cocked her head to the side, curious and worried.

Date: 2006-04-26 05:42 am (UTC)
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He tapped the crystal tool in his hand. "Transumation magic. That's used for spells that involved transformations. Necromancy is with life forces." He's clearly thinking out loud. "I think he's turning you into something."

Date: 2006-04-26 05:45 am (UTC)
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"What?!" She stared at him, totally aghast.

Date: 2006-04-26 05:49 am (UTC)
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"He's turning you into something." Theo repeats.

Date: 2006-04-26 05:50 am (UTC)
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" fucking. way." She grabbed the manacle, trying to yank it off.

Date: 2006-04-26 05:58 am (UTC)
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"Ori! Stop! Don't." He pulls her hands apart. "Don't,"

Date: 2006-04-26 06:02 am (UTC)
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"It has to come off. It has to. I refuse to be changed against my will by something that I don't trust and don't liked." She pulls her free hand out of his and starts yanking at the manacle again.

Date: 2006-04-26 06:06 am (UTC)
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"You can't get it off like this! You don't think I know? You don't think I've tried?"

Date: 2006-04-26 06:08 am (UTC)
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"Can you tell what it's changing me into?" She keeps tugging viciously, the manacle cutting into her skin.

Date: 2006-04-26 06:11 am (UTC)
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He shook his head. "I can't. You'd need a wizard for that."

Date: 2006-04-26 06:13 am (UTC)
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"Damn. This is fucking insane." She sighed gustily.

"For the record? I hate your father."

Date: 2006-04-26 06:17 am (UTC)
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He smiles a little, "Would you like to join the club? We have lovely lunch meetings ever tuesday and you get a nifty keychain with real lockpicks."

Date: 2006-04-26 06:18 am (UTC)
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"Ooh, I haven't had a decent set of lockpicks in a while." She manages a smile back.

Date: 2006-04-26 06:35 am (UTC)
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"You'll have to steal them from Dessa then. She has my spare set." He starts putting his tools carefully away. "Don't do anything stupid trying to get the manacle off. It can come's just not as simple as pulling it off."

Date: 2006-04-26 06:38 am (UTC)
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"Well, how'd you get yours off?"

Date: 2006-04-26 06:45 am (UTC)
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He gets a distant look on his face and he starts playing with that silver bracelet. "I was being haunted by my mother. She would sing to me when I slept... and drive me to nightmares.

"So, we decided that we needed to exorcise her. We summonded her and bound her to the plane so that she wasn't able to leave and we battled her. She nearly killed us... but eventually we defeated her. Or at least freed her from the spells of my father.

"She looked exactly like she did before she died. And she took it off of me...I don't know how... maybe because she loved me enough or something." He shakes his head. There are tears in his eyes.

Date: 2006-04-26 06:49 am (UTC)
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"I wish my mom had loved me that much." Ori's tone is faintly bitter, but mostly wistful. "I doubt she'd take the damn thing off."

Date: 2006-04-26 06:54 am (UTC)
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Her face is flat. "Yeah. And I'm not sorry."

Date: 2006-04-26 06:56 am (UTC)
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He hesitates with something.

Date: 2006-04-26 06:59 am (UTC)
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She raises an eyebrow.

Date: 2006-04-26 07:01 am (UTC)
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"If you wanted to ask her..."


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