Jars of DOOM~ f'real

[laurencedoyle]

Date/Time: JARS of DOOM~; Tuesday, September 15th, Late Evening
Location: Corridors, after Patrol
Open to: Laurence, Cordelia, Malone, Bastian, & Ronnie

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[bastian_myles]

Bastian glanced at Veronica as they walked through the corridors to meet with Laurence, Cordelia, and Malone. He wasn't sure what all of this was about exactly. He knew it had something to do with jars and blood, but...

Well, he just wasn't sure. He was about to ask her if she knew what was going on, but he noticed the small group standing in the corridor, and instead took Veronica's hand and sidled up beside them.

He nodded to them in greeting, and squeezed Veronica's hand. He hoped this wasn't going to be anything that took too long.

[iheartcordelia]

Cordelia nodded, wringing hands over her chest. "Er.. yes, they'd remember. They'd not forget. This is important, and all." She nodded again, more to herself than anything else, then began to pace again. "Okay. I'll er.. have you cut me, then I'll um.. you know, leak my own blood, or what have you, so you can join us in with your own. Alright?"

She paused, looking at him with brows raised. "Would that be fine? I mean.. do you mind, and all..?"

[laurencedoyle]

"Should we perhaps go in sort of.. descending order?.." he trailed off, swallowing a bit as he realized how horrible it sounded. "You, then Bastian, Veronica, myself, Malone?"

He reached up to brush hair off his forehead, swallowing a bit nervously. "Just so that... You know, we'll see the differences? Pureblood, half-blood, muggle blood."

He gestured around the group, accentuating his thoughts with points at each member.

"Makes sense," Ronnie said, shrugging lightly. "Brought a knife, let's do this thing right." She tossed the sheathed blade to Laurence, him catching it easily and sliding it out with a slow metal-ringing sound.

She nodded to Cordelia, eyes finally showing a bit more worry.

[bastian_myles]

Knife. Blood. Ohh. Bastian suddenly understood a bit more about what was going on, and he wasn't quite sure that he liked this. It sounded too much like--

His memories.

Taking a deep breath, he looked at Cordelia, biting his lip. Shit, he did not like this at all. They'd... they couldn't possibly understand what was going on, could they?

They must not. Otherwise, they wouldn't need to do this test.

[iheartcordelia]

She seemed even more fidgety after that. "I.. um, okay, well.. if that's what we want." She nodded, swallowing hard. Eyes darted to Bastian.. surely he knew what she was afraid of. If her suspicions were correct, and the jars did as she thought they would, they'd have a very, very simular reaction.

Taking in a deep breath, she swiped up a jar, then held out her arm. "Alright. You cut, I'll collect." she said, taking on a brave face.

[laurencedoyle]

Laurence nodded, then grabbed her arm gently. He shook slightly as he pressed the tip of the blade into her flesh, swallowing and fighting to not look away lest he rip more than necessary. With a soft jolt, it punctured the skin.

He took a deep breath, then drug the blade toward him, cutting a small, smooth cut into her arm.

"Here, here," he started, feeling like he might need to walk away. It wasn't the blood, it wasn't cutting -- it was Cordelia.

Ronnie, on the other hand, looked absolutely green.

[bastian_myles]

Bastian couldn't look away. He knew what would happen; he knew it with every bone in his body.

He took a deep breath, watching the blood begin to drip into the jar. Shit, he did not like this.

He felt like he was going to be sick. He hadn't told anyone about what had happened in those five years. He hadn't told them that there was a very similar ceremony that happened, only they cut his side, instead of his arm.

[iheartcordelia]

Cordelia quickly spun around, back towards the group as she winced. Blood began to run into the jar, which she hid as well as she could. "You lot ah.. go ahead and.. go on. I'll just.. I'll do this, you guys go ahead, okay?"

She glanced at them over her shoulder, forcing a smile.

There was no way in bloody hell she'd let them see her bleed. Not now, not like this. "Please?"

[laurencedoyle]

Laurence shook slightly, then passed the knife to Bastian. "Your, ah.. Your go," he said, nodding to the jars.

He stepped toward Cordelia, respecting her space but simply resting a hand on her shoulder, squeezing warmly.

Ronnie watched, her hand over her mouth as Cordelia began to bleed into the jar and turn away. She stepped to Bastian, feeling utterly shaky. "Are you, are you okay?" The fear shone in her eyes as she looked down to his torso, remembering the large gash.

[bastian_myles]

Bastian turned away from Cordelia, looking to Veronica. How many more times could he think of how much he didn't want to do this? Merlin, he should have just talked to Dumbledore.

Nodding to Veronica, he took a breath, and quickly made an incision into his arm. Grabbing a jar, he bit his lip and let his blood drop into it, watching it with weighted eyes.

He slowly held the knife out to Veronica, his eyes lifting from his arm to her face. "Do you want to-- or do you want me to?"

[iheartcordelia]

Cordelia seemed to, well, squeak. She clasped the jar in her hand tightly as she turned, still keeping her body between the jar and everyone else, then held her arm out to Laurence. "Love, could you ah.." She paused, glancing up at him as she looked a bit more pale than usual, perhaps a tad more shakey. "..stop the bleeding? Please?"

[laurencedoyle]

With a furrowed brow, he quickly grabbed her arm and cast multiple healing charms, watching the skin knit up over itself. "There," he replied, concern in his voice as he looked to her. She looked absolutely terrified. "Are.. are you okay?" he asked, bending low to get a good look at her.

"Come here, you look weak..." he trailed off, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

Ronnie shook her head at Bastian, taking the blade and quickly slicing without a problem. One quick pull and blood was dripping, her free hand grabbing the jar to place it under the flow.

She watched it drop into the jar, waiting until there was a good inch, then handed the blade back over to Laurence.

[bastian_myles]

Bastian stopped the bleeding in his arm, setting the jar down on the floor. It was glowing a faint green, and he looked at it with hatred.

He then glanced over at Veronica's jar, wanting to see if hers gave the same reaction as his did. He knew that Cordelia's would; he didn't even have to see it.

[weemumlessmngrl]

Cordelia swallowed roughly, then gave Laurence a sideways hug. No way in the world would that jar come out of hiding. Not yet, anyway. "Well then, you next, love?" she asked quietly.

She glanced at Bastian, then immediately noticed the faint green.

Merlin.

[laurencedoyle]

Laurence used a steady hand to make the long incision, keeping perfectly calm as he let the blood drip down into the jar. He looked around for a moment, waiting for enough to drain, then quickly healed the wound and placed his jar at his own feet. He noticed the greenish glow in Bastian's, and the lack thereof in Veronica's and his own.

Curiously, he looked to Cordelia's, only to find no jar. His brow furrowed, but he quickly turned and handed the blade to Malone.

"Last one," Ronnie murmured, eyes a bit sick and obviously ready for the ordeal to be over.

[mallyar]

"Last one." Malone muttered in reply, taking the knife and holding the tip just so it dented his skin. Taking a breath, and with eyes hard, he pushed the knife through his skin and down, then dragged it towards his wrist for a couple of inches.

Handing the knife back to Laurence, Malone held his arm over the jar until a fair amount of blood had drained in, then tilted it away and looked to Ronnie.

"Mind doing the spell for me?" He managed to smile wryly. "Can't really manage without a spare hand."