Jira's eyes opened as soon as she stepped toward the door however his head was down and his face black so it was impossible to see those glinting eyes of his...instead of immidatly leaving his blood seemed to wash back onto his shirt robe pants and hood remaking the designs and in the same moment also showing her where he had hid some of his blood. He waited for her to enter now the room was just about completely cleaned off
She replaced her hand where it had been, on the handprint, tapping the digit of her hindex on the relevant hand print finger twice. The door slid open in front of the black haired vampire. She shrugged off her coat, boots and socks before entering though, placiong them on the bench next to the door. She was now barefoot and without her outer layer of fabric.
The chill from the hard stone floor sent a small flinch through her but she repressed it as much as she could, distracting herself by looking seemingly randomly around but in fact searching for damage. She was relieved to find nothing out of place or shipped.
"I see you discovered my blood magic chambers.'' she said. "Might I know why you decided to move in?"
She was happy to see he had some knowledge of such chambers, at least enough to not make a really stupid mistake, such as drawing runes anywhere or randomly tracing drawings.
''I will need to reactivate the wards, if you decide to watch, you need to shed your coat/cloak, your boots, socks and gloves if you have any.'' She supplied. ''You need to be keyed in anyway, you might as well watch in that case.''
If she had decided to make some new self enhancements, she would have to shed any and all fabric to do so since she would have to use her body as a canvas to the runes. But she didn't have any to do for now and wouldn't do any anyway since the fledgeling was there. He didn't needed to see what was under her clothes.
The chill from the hard stone floor sent a small flinch through her but she repressed it as much as she could, distracting herself by looking seemingly randomly around but in fact searching for damage. She was relieved to find nothing out of place or shipped.
"I see you discovered my blood magic chambers.'' she said. "Might I know why you decided to move in?"
She was happy to see he had some knowledge of such chambers, at least enough to not make a really stupid mistake, such as drawing runes anywhere or randomly tracing drawings.
''I will need to reactivate the wards, if you decide to watch, you need to shed your coat/cloak, your boots, socks and gloves if you have any.'' She supplied. ''You need to be keyed in anyway, you might as well watch in that case.''
If she had decided to make some new self enhancements, she would have to shed any and all fabric to do so since she would have to use her body as a canvas to the runes. But she didn't have any to do for now and wouldn't do any anyway since the fledgeling was there. He didn't needed to see what was under her clothes.
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Jira nodded removing the robe and his black boot to reveal what looked like a black suit whose sleeves were very far down and seemed to be cut away, and a black pants which fit him fine, he had very pale skin now that she had a chance to see it he nodded before waiting, "I was training." he said to her first question and then gathered his clothing in a pile and slumped them over his shoulder
The vampire, simply gave him a pointed look when he placed the clothes on his shoulder. Needless to say, she wasn't impressed. She gave him 'The' eyebrow, who Elrond from Lord of the rings was very skilled at. (She had recently watched the movie, the movie technology she marveled at at the same time.)
''I want those clothes out of my blood magic chambers, now.'' She told him, meaning for him to place them next to hers.
It would do no good if he were to drop them on a rune set or something. Biting her pinky softly, she let the blood flow a bit before tracing a circle on the ground near where Jira was.
''I Suggest that when you step in this circle, after placing your clothes elsewhere, you do not disturb the blood.'' She told, the suggesting part being a disguised order.
She then started to trace a few set of runes around the circle, Some for protections, some for including him, others to 'test' him. It would only test the loyalty, and degree of power of the younger vampire, it then would borrow a drop of his blood to key in the wards.
Drawing a larger circle directly in the center of the room, this time cutting her index finger. She drew runes of protection, of mastership over the wards, of familiarity, of control and of activating. She walked carefully over the sets of runes and settled comfortably into the circle meant for her. Then she waited, for the other to do as she had asked.
''I want those clothes out of my blood magic chambers, now.'' She told him, meaning for him to place them next to hers.
It would do no good if he were to drop them on a rune set or something. Biting her pinky softly, she let the blood flow a bit before tracing a circle on the ground near where Jira was.
''I Suggest that when you step in this circle, after placing your clothes elsewhere, you do not disturb the blood.'' She told, the suggesting part being a disguised order.
She then started to trace a few set of runes around the circle, Some for protections, some for including him, others to 'test' him. It would only test the loyalty, and degree of power of the younger vampire, it then would borrow a drop of his blood to key in the wards.
Drawing a larger circle directly in the center of the room, this time cutting her index finger. She drew runes of protection, of mastership over the wards, of familiarity, of control and of activating. She walked carefully over the sets of runes and settled comfortably into the circle meant for her. Then she waited, for the other to do as she had asked.
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Blood on the robe carefully lifted and placed it over where her clothing was he then stood there hoping she would not need his blood as it would probably just melt threw the flooring with its acidic quality. But he wouldn't mention it until she might possibly need it.
Sitting there for a few minutes without moving an inch, Slowly runes of a dark red glow appearing on the walls, ceiling and floor. Four handprints appeared in front of her, glowing a faint red againts the marble's white. They were exactly the right size for her hands. It would act like a primitive keyboard to her.
Placing her right hand over the handprint the farthest to the right, her hand covering the outline perfectly. Tapping some of her fingers in a predetermined 'code', a flash of light occurred in the room, runes flashing seemingly randomly through the room. Frowning, the black haired woman looked at the place where several runes should have appeared but did not.
Lifting her left hand, she placed it on the appropriate handprint on the inside, tapping a few of her digits on their respective places, then finishing by her whole hand slamming down on the red shade on the ground. Tendrils of soft glowing light moved from the ground in graceful arcs, twirling with eachother in hues of red and charcoal.
It would have been confusing to a non-initiated, but she was no novice to those wards. The tendrils of magic seemingly created random patterns of old letter like drawings. Frowning again, She let her right hand slide to the side, Her left hand immediately taking to sitting idly in her lap. To an onlooker's amazement, the serie of handprints slid to the side, revealing what looked like a chess board, with many more scares than should have been necessary.
Each 4 cm2 scare had a small rune drawn on it in what looked to be black ink. In rapid succession, she taped the different runes, Drawing a set of tendrils at a time towards her to see what was wrong. Finally she found one set that wasn't doing its job. It was a pale sickly pink. Wincing at the state of it, it was one set used to fend off any unwanted 'visitors', it was a wonder the house was still in good condition.
Sliding the 'board' back to its previous state, she displaced it to the left. It was in those time she was grateful to Flora for her help and imagination in setting up the wards. A small rectangular outline was there, with a small latch design on the top. Biting her finger, she let a few drops of her blood fall upon the latch. A 'latch' grew out of the rectangle, the retangle becoming a small door.
Opening it, inside there was a delicate looking crystal articulate 'glove'. It was made of claw like 'fingers' that would go under her own, they ended in sharp claws. On the center of where her palm would be, there was a perfectly round ruby. It would tie itself on her wrist by a silver silk ribbon.
Closing her face in an unreadable expression, her right hand slipped into it, long needles entering her fingers, easily breaking through skin and bones. Black blood filled the crystal as her skin broke. Moving her hand around a bit, she flexed her fingers to get used to the sensation of the needles in her hands.
Starting up, her left hand went to the handprint on the outside, tapping a certain rythm of her fingers. New runes appeared around the pale set, while her right hand remade the necessary connections. Slowly but surely, the tendrils of magic regained color, darkening as well with the blood that was transfered from her gloved hand to the magic itself.
Quickly, she found the few sets that she had seen missing, restoring them to their former state. Searching for the core of the wards so to speak, she found it swiftly enough. There were only three 'names' written on it, or at least their runeic translation. One was Sarah Mckay, one was her own and the last was Nathaniel Grendel, but the name was faded, meaning the person had died.
Sighing softly, she swiped her hand over it, effectively erasing the data of that name. Turning towards the fledgeling in her company, she was glad to see he hadn't moved from where she had assigned his place. It not for the warding cicles, the magics used would probably have intoxicated them until death occurred.
With a wave of her gloved hand, a small pire of marble shot out of the floor, looking pretty much like a blade, except the end was of a dark black metal, nearly impossible to melt in any way.
"I need you to cut one finger on it, It will suspend your blood in midair while the signature will be taken into the data memory." She told him.
Placing her right hand over the handprint the farthest to the right, her hand covering the outline perfectly. Tapping some of her fingers in a predetermined 'code', a flash of light occurred in the room, runes flashing seemingly randomly through the room. Frowning, the black haired woman looked at the place where several runes should have appeared but did not.
Lifting her left hand, she placed it on the appropriate handprint on the inside, tapping a few of her digits on their respective places, then finishing by her whole hand slamming down on the red shade on the ground. Tendrils of soft glowing light moved from the ground in graceful arcs, twirling with eachother in hues of red and charcoal.
It would have been confusing to a non-initiated, but she was no novice to those wards. The tendrils of magic seemingly created random patterns of old letter like drawings. Frowning again, She let her right hand slide to the side, Her left hand immediately taking to sitting idly in her lap. To an onlooker's amazement, the serie of handprints slid to the side, revealing what looked like a chess board, with many more scares than should have been necessary.
Each 4 cm2 scare had a small rune drawn on it in what looked to be black ink. In rapid succession, she taped the different runes, Drawing a set of tendrils at a time towards her to see what was wrong. Finally she found one set that wasn't doing its job. It was a pale sickly pink. Wincing at the state of it, it was one set used to fend off any unwanted 'visitors', it was a wonder the house was still in good condition.
Sliding the 'board' back to its previous state, she displaced it to the left. It was in those time she was grateful to Flora for her help and imagination in setting up the wards. A small rectangular outline was there, with a small latch design on the top. Biting her finger, she let a few drops of her blood fall upon the latch. A 'latch' grew out of the rectangle, the retangle becoming a small door.
Opening it, inside there was a delicate looking crystal articulate 'glove'. It was made of claw like 'fingers' that would go under her own, they ended in sharp claws. On the center of where her palm would be, there was a perfectly round ruby. It would tie itself on her wrist by a silver silk ribbon.
Closing her face in an unreadable expression, her right hand slipped into it, long needles entering her fingers, easily breaking through skin and bones. Black blood filled the crystal as her skin broke. Moving her hand around a bit, she flexed her fingers to get used to the sensation of the needles in her hands.
Starting up, her left hand went to the handprint on the outside, tapping a certain rythm of her fingers. New runes appeared around the pale set, while her right hand remade the necessary connections. Slowly but surely, the tendrils of magic regained color, darkening as well with the blood that was transfered from her gloved hand to the magic itself.
Quickly, she found the few sets that she had seen missing, restoring them to their former state. Searching for the core of the wards so to speak, she found it swiftly enough. There were only three 'names' written on it, or at least their runeic translation. One was Sarah Mckay, one was her own and the last was Nathaniel Grendel, but the name was faded, meaning the person had died.
Sighing softly, she swiped her hand over it, effectively erasing the data of that name. Turning towards the fledgeling in her company, she was glad to see he hadn't moved from where she had assigned his place. It not for the warding cicles, the magics used would probably have intoxicated them until death occurred.
With a wave of her gloved hand, a small pire of marble shot out of the floor, looking pretty much like a blade, except the end was of a dark black metal, nearly impossible to melt in any way.
"I need you to cut one finger on it, It will suspend your blood in midair while the signature will be taken into the data memory." She told him.
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Jira nodded watching the runes he showed no change in emotion about them trusting her that nothing would happen to him and nodding...thought he had acidic blood it was unknown if this would register or if it would just melt threw what was going to hold it up. "My blood is acidic." He said right before h moved a small knife to his finger letting her know this so it wont screw up the incantations she had recently set up for them not knowing what it meant but knowing he could ruin it if it burnt threw the flooring of this mystical place.
She simply raised an eyebrow at that, the simple thought that went through her head was thatr it was interresting, nothing more, nothing less.
''Well, it can't burn through something that isn't physically there can it.'' She said as the drop stopped falling.
With a simple wave of her gloved hand, the blood seemed to separate into its components. Several charts appeared around the single drop, categoriszing it and putting the information on data. His name appeared next to her own, in cryptic writings as well.
''There, you are now logged in the wards, so since the traps are now activated, you won't get caught in them.'' She informed Jira.
There was one thing tthat was left to do to fully activate the wards. The room sensing her intent started to glow brightly, forcing her to close her eyes part ways. Slowly, a black aura seeped out of her tight control, the aura of her blood magic. It covered every inch of the room, except for where the other vampire stood, Her eyes seemed to be covered in the same charcoal black color.
Drawing a rather large set or runes in the air in front of her with her hand. She then jabbed the floating runes harshly with her crystal covered hand. Light seemed to explode outward, visible flooding the room and beyond. They could now taste the magic in the air, leaving a burning taste in their mouth. In a wave, the magic covered the poperty in its complete state. It went as far as to stop only on the outskirts of the town.
Suddenly, the magic reseded, seemingly disapearing completely. But the hum of magic could still be heard, the taste not yeat leaving their mouth. Creaking her neck, the elder stood untying the glove. Turning on herself, she let the blood fall from the glove on the rune circle around her. It glowed as she did it before setting. She now could cross over the circle without fear. Going to Jiras, she repeated the action, though this time doing it from outside the circle.
She licked each of her abused fingers, closing the healing wounds. She raised an inquiring eyebrow at him before walking up to the door which had closed since they entered. A red handprint appeared next to the door and she placed her hand on it, not noting the familiar prick of the needle. The door opened before her and she motioned for Jira to follow.
Once outside, she looked for the blue handprint on the other side of the red handprint on the outside of the room.
''Well, it can't burn through something that isn't physically there can it.'' She said as the drop stopped falling.
With a simple wave of her gloved hand, the blood seemed to separate into its components. Several charts appeared around the single drop, categoriszing it and putting the information on data. His name appeared next to her own, in cryptic writings as well.
''There, you are now logged in the wards, so since the traps are now activated, you won't get caught in them.'' She informed Jira.
There was one thing tthat was left to do to fully activate the wards. The room sensing her intent started to glow brightly, forcing her to close her eyes part ways. Slowly, a black aura seeped out of her tight control, the aura of her blood magic. It covered every inch of the room, except for where the other vampire stood, Her eyes seemed to be covered in the same charcoal black color.
Drawing a rather large set or runes in the air in front of her with her hand. She then jabbed the floating runes harshly with her crystal covered hand. Light seemed to explode outward, visible flooding the room and beyond. They could now taste the magic in the air, leaving a burning taste in their mouth. In a wave, the magic covered the poperty in its complete state. It went as far as to stop only on the outskirts of the town.
Suddenly, the magic reseded, seemingly disapearing completely. But the hum of magic could still be heard, the taste not yeat leaving their mouth. Creaking her neck, the elder stood untying the glove. Turning on herself, she let the blood fall from the glove on the rune circle around her. It glowed as she did it before setting. She now could cross over the circle without fear. Going to Jiras, she repeated the action, though this time doing it from outside the circle.
She licked each of her abused fingers, closing the healing wounds. She raised an inquiring eyebrow at him before walking up to the door which had closed since they entered. A red handprint appeared next to the door and she placed her hand on it, not noting the familiar prick of the needle. The door opened before her and she motioned for Jira to follow.
Once outside, she looked for the blue handprint on the other side of the red handprint on the outside of the room.
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Jira nodded not knowing what the huge energy was from but apparently he was a full fledged member of this family now including the engraving and then his name appearing...he wondered if she needed any new members he was sure he cold 'make some' if she needed. He began to follow behind the centuries old vampire
As she was out of the blood magic chamber, and so was Jira, she put her hand on the blue handprint next to the door. The sound of slightly rusted 'sprinklers' starting to work in the room made her think she had to make repairs and soon on the plumbing before she would drink any water from the sink.
But soon the water fell from powerful jets of water, cleaning the room of whatever blood remained, effectively erasing the runes she had drawn. She felt the magic being dispelled, letting a small shill going down her back. The black haired vampire went towards her office, not noticing Jira was following her.
Opening the door, she walked to her desk and flopped in the chair behind it, rubbing her eyes in a gesture of both exasperation and pain. She had made a serious mistake in not wearing her blindfold out in the sun. Her eyes were stinging and a huge headache was poking its head around the corner, she could feel it coming. She was seing spots as well from the spikes of magic from reactivating the wards.
She really hoped she didn't damage her eyes in being careless like that. Propping her feet against the desk, she rubbed her temples in an attempt to ease the pain sitting there. She had closed her eyes and she hoped it would pass soon. But the elder knew it wouldn't be as easy as that. She surely would need a few days of rest, but she didn't have that luxury with Jira around.
Talking of Jira, where was he anyway? she thought to herself, opening one eye half way.
But soon the water fell from powerful jets of water, cleaning the room of whatever blood remained, effectively erasing the runes she had drawn. She felt the magic being dispelled, letting a small shill going down her back. The black haired vampire went towards her office, not noticing Jira was following her.
Opening the door, she walked to her desk and flopped in the chair behind it, rubbing her eyes in a gesture of both exasperation and pain. She had made a serious mistake in not wearing her blindfold out in the sun. Her eyes were stinging and a huge headache was poking its head around the corner, she could feel it coming. She was seing spots as well from the spikes of magic from reactivating the wards.
She really hoped she didn't damage her eyes in being careless like that. Propping her feet against the desk, she rubbed her temples in an attempt to ease the pain sitting there. She had closed her eyes and she hoped it would pass soon. But the elder knew it wouldn't be as easy as that. She surely would need a few days of rest, but she didn't have that luxury with Jira around.
Talking of Jira, where was he anyway? she thought to herself, opening one eye half way.
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