10468/Jan's Magical Studies

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Jan's Magical Studies
Date of Scene: 13 March 2022
Location: Jan's Home
Synopsis: Veira's teaching Jan some magic and it doesn't go entirely poorly.
Cast of Characters: Veira Lazarescu, Jan de Wit




Veira Lazarescu has posed:
Veira had been a wealth of knowledge when it came to magic. The raven haired woman had asked Jan if she could stay the weekend with him if he didn't have any social endeavors that he'd needed to tend to, even if he did she could be left at his place with little fear. She wasn't going to wander around and look at all of his closets or anything.

Sunday evening had found her breaking out a book from her bag and she'd had him settle at the dining table with her for a bit of working on his 'homework'. "You feel up to trying something with me?" she asks him as she curls one leg under her in the chair. She clears her throat, "I mean...magic wise..." she whispers to him as she settles a few things on the table.

Jan de Wit has posed:
The man was quite happy to have her stay over the weekend - his house was her's, so far as he was concerned. There were no secrets, no hidden places or skeletons in the closet. She knew of his gifts, his extra-curricular activities - heck, she even helped him find a proper suit! She was even encouraged to explore the house, and make herself at home.

As he settles into the chair at the dining table, he grins over to her - even more so when she clarifies what she meant. "Yes to both?" He winks, scooting his chair a bit closer to look over the book she'd brought out. "I don't think I've seen this book before..."

Veira Lazarescu has posed:
Veira gives him a red lipped smile, "I mean...I'm all for tossing out homework." she grins at that, waggling her eyebrows at him. "Or at least it being a quick lesson." she teases him softly. "This is something I wanted to try, more of a...theory. I don't know how it will go, but we could always figure that we might not get anything or that we might get a lot of feedback." she tells him with a soft smile.

She opens the book and there might be something that is easy to see, it has passages that are translated into English, "I've had this book for a long time. It's on blood magic...which is what I specialize in. I want to see if using some of my blood might help amplify your ability to access a vision." she explains.

"It's...I know it's weird and no blood drinking, promise!" she assures him.

Jan de Wit has posed:
A chuckle. "We have all night. We can hold off until we've tried your theory." Jan listens then, hrming a bit as she explains. "Feedback... I am not certain what divination feedback might be like. Is there any recorded information on such things? Perhaps pervious sorcerers who may have encountered such feedback?"

There's a hrm as he looks over the translated text. "Your blood? I don't want to be the cause of a scar for you, Veira." Jan offers, earnestly. "Is there a way to use my blood? Or are you specifically looking to use your blood as you've been a mystic for some time?"

Veira Lazarescu has posed:
Veira watches him and there's a soft smile, "We do have all night, yes." she tells him. "Feedback is just like normal feedback. Might be a loud squeal or a nauseous feeling." she tells him. "Though its not common, so that is why I feel confident in doing this." she admits.

There is a look given to him, "You're not the cause of a scar, Jan, but if you'd like to use your own blood we can try it. Using mine was just a thought and one that can be tried another time." she offers. She pulls out a lancet from the bag on the table, exactly one like you prick your finger with for blood sugar and slides it over to him. "We can't have you running around with scars. Your agent would have my hide." she gives a wink to him.

"What you're going to do is prick your finger, drip a few drops on this vellum and then focus on the future. Doesn't have to be on a person, place or thing. Just as a whole and we'll see what happens." she whispers.

While he's doing that she takes a few moments to light a few candles, placing them on the table and then lighting a rather heady incense stick. Ambiance? Maybe!

Jan de Wit has posed:
Jan nods to her as she explains the feedback. "I am ... decidedly nervous at feedback on trying to divine something." He chuckles. "All those horror stories of those trying to see in the future, only to be driven mad or blind with what they see." A wink is given to Veira, just to show he's mostly kidding about his nerves.

The lancet is taken up and examined, even as he listens to what she's explaining. "Scars on me would be from more grave injuries, I fear. I do tend to mend up rather quickly." He moves his hand above the unrolled vellum, lancet poised on his middle finger. A few squeezes to his fingertip, and then he pokes the tip. The bright well of blood is rather quick to appear.

His hand is turned slightly, to allow the blood to drip onto the vellum. Once a few have landed, he moves his finger upright to avoid more spattering down over the page. Then Jan is simply staring at the pattern made by his blood on the page - breathing slowly and deeply.

Veira Lazarescu has posed:
Veira's focus is on him for the moment, she'd never taught anyone anything magical before, so this was an exciting step for her! She doesn't interrupt his process either. She settles back to watch him as he focuses.

She studies his face, "I have a feeling you'll be fine at the end of this, Jan." she whispers to him.

For Jan it might seem like days or ages before something happens, a blurring of the vision as it fades to red and then it clears to the scene that is brought to his mind:

He sees himself looking a bit rough, a new streak of silver in his hair and more than a few days of stubble on his face. He still manages to look rather handsome through the dirt and blood on his face. The room that he is in seems dark, dingy and definitely not in America given the feeling. Though the oddity in the room is the vase of fresh red roses that have been placed on a table in his line of sight.

The door flies open from a forceful blow from the other side. "Jan?!" Veira's voice calls out as she comes through the door with a worried look. She looks the same as she does sitting across from him.

The door was left to crash into the table and the vase of flowers goes crashing to the floor. The red petals swirling with the water to give the red appearance of blood as the vision fades.

Jan de Wit has posed:
It's so odd - premonition was not unusual for Jan. Generally, though it was quite relatable in terms of timing. A few seconds before hand, in slow motion, allowing him to react or move out of the way. This vision, however, is nothing like he'd experienced before.

The red haze, and then the... vision of future him. At least he thinks it is future him. It certainly wasn't past him. He studies every detail, his mind's eye spinning around the scene as if he were a camera on a drone.

There's a bit of a start as the door is kicked open and Veira steps in. The emotion on her face is noted, and he's about to ask something - then the roses flurry about and he's looking at the blood-dripped vellum.

"It worked."

Veira Lazarescu has posed:
Veira's stomach knots when he starts, maybe he didn't know he did that outside of it as well. "Are you alright?" she asks him as she gets up from her seat and walks around to crouch down by him. Her hand reaching out to touch his face gently, letting him know she's here with him.

"Do you want to talk about what you saw?" she asks him.

"Something to remember is that visions are just what might happen. Things can change or fates become different." she tells him softly.

Jan de Wit has posed:
The man blinks a few times, before looking to her. "It was me, in the future... I was grayer." He chuckles. "I was dirty. Bloodied. I looked like I had been captured, perhaps imprisoned." He starts, nodding. "There were red roses in a vase. A moment later, you kicked down the door. You looked worried. Then it all faded in a blur of red roses." Jan takes a deep breath.

"It was very real. It looked... I mean, I could see it from different angles." A slight smile. "Thank goodness I wasn't feeling anything of that other version of me. I imagine I was sore and weary."

Veira Lazarescu has posed:
Veira gives a soft frown as she pulls the chair out next to him and settles herself there. She listens to him explain the vision and her hackles go up a little. "That's a rather vivid vision." she tells him. "I'm guessing the red of the roses might have pulled from using your own blood to power it. So we might want to try another diving way for you." she muses softly.

"Wonder why roses though." she ponders to herself.

Then she leans over to place a kiss at his temple, "That was a good thing. It's rare to feel physical pains in visions...but that doesn't mean you can't." she states. "Do you want to try a few different divining types over the next few weeks and then we can branch out to other themes? Kind of see what you like and mix and match?" she offers with a smile.

Jan de Wit has posed:
"It had to have been some sort of hostage thing." He decides. "It wasn't a prison, from what I could see. Then again... I don't remember seeing any windows." A slight frown. He leans against her, seeking comfort in her closeness. "It worked though. The blood." A smirk. "But it might conjure up more violent or negative visions?"

A smile as she kisses his temple. "Yes, we can try more." He agrees. "I think it would do well to branch out. That was... nothing like the visions I normally have. Those are just warnings, seconds before something happens."

Veira Lazarescu has posed:
Veira didn't really like the thought of him being taken hostage or held as a prisoner. Or worse...having been kidnapped by some unhinged person. She scoots the chair closer to his, slipping her arm around his waist as he leans into her. "Blood is usually the best component in magic...and the most violent really. So I can see if bringing on my violent or negative things." she admits to him.

"Oh..." she gasps a little. "I have angel feathers...do you want one? I got them when I...you know..." she trails off. When she died. "We could definitely try one of those for divine visions." she smiles. "They can be a bit jarring, so I apologize." she tells him.

"I think that's enough homework for tonight though." she winks at him.

Jan de Wit has posed:
He doesn't seem too concerned - he was rescued, after all! "That would make sense, yes. Blood is rarely offered over without injury." He comments, after a chuckle. "Given willingly, sure - but it's not like most people could bleed on command." A shake of his head. "And it's one of the most personal things - and full of life." A look to her.

"Angel feathers? Those are yours, Veira... I don't want to take something so rare." He whispers. "Those came with an exorbantly large price." A nod. "Do things get consumed in all these sorceries?"

A wink to her. "And now we retire for recess?"

Veira Lazarescu has posed:
Veira looks to him and there is a soft look, a knowing look, "I debated learning phlebotomy to take my own blood and ease up on scars...but it was too much for me." she admits to him. "I am glad that you heal faster...and without scars given your work." she states with a smile. "If you ever need my blood you can have it though." she points out with a grin to him. "Sangele este viata...the blood is the life." she agrees with that.

She does give him a warm smile, "I plucked three or four. I can give you one and still have a small monopoly on them, Jan. I'd love for you to have it if you would accept it." she tells him. "The feather could be used like a wand or we could make you a wand or focus with it. And yes, as I was dying I grabbed some feathers." she shakes her head. Priorities! "Most ingredients are one time uses though, yes." she tells him.

His question of recess makes her smile brightly, "Mmm, yes. Recess sounds like a wonderful thing." she states as she leans in to give him a warm kiss on the lips.

Jan de Wit has posed:
A grin, the man nodding. Even so, his hands go to her waist and lift her over to sit on his lap. "You've not got the stomach for needles, but cutting is ok?" He winks to her, teasing. His finger is already healed, no surprise. "I don't want to have to ask for your blood, I think it's too precious to have spilled." A nod.

"If you like, yes. Perhaps we can fashion it into some sort of talisman to focus on?" He wonders, smirking at the brazen act from the woman during her mortal battle with angels. "I hope it hurt them on a soul level." He huffs.

The kiss is met, happily - a bit of a purr at the end of it. "So, bath? Nice and warm?"

Veira Lazarescu has posed:
Veira gives a chuckle, "Oh...no, needles are fine, just trying to find a vein, sits out the time to draw it without killing yourself...just easier to stab and go the other way." she admits. "I don't have a great deal of patience for things involving my own well being." she admits. "I know I need to find better ways though." she adds.

"I would love for you to have one of the feathers." she nods to him. "I do believe it killed them, meaning they won't remanifest. Mortal blood touching an angel didn't seem to be a good thing." she tells him.

His purr makes her giggle softly, "A bath would be lovely, yes." she whispers to him. "If you want to lead?" she asks him.

Jan de Wit has posed:
"Ah, patience." He winks to her, smirking. "You have a lack of patience..." He waggles his brows. "We should work on that." Jan murmurs, even as he stands - her scooped into his arms. There's another kiss to her lips as he does.

"I will accept the gracious gift, then. I want to see if it's something that could be better fashioned into some jewelry to wear." Jan decides. "Do you suspect someone at the Market might be able to help with that?" He wonders. A nod regarding the blood and angels. "Likely a statute set by the powers that be. It would seem to be a sin to shed the blood of those favored by the very deity you serve."

"Bath. I can even bring up some wine as well."

Veira Lazarescu has posed:
Veira gives a laugh, "Mmm, I guess you could say that. Which sucks given I'm Immortal." she tells him. "We could work on it, yes." she teases him. When he scoops her into his arms there is a grin to him, his kiss met with eagerness.

"The market could help with something like that, yes. Talismans and all manner of things can be made there." she tells him. "Though the price might be steep." she points out. "Though if it can serve many purposes sometimes that price is something good." she adds. "Morana might be a bit pissed off that someone else murdered her Avatar, yeah." she muses.

"But yes, bath. We can talk about blood, goddesses and other things another night." she whispers. "You'll have to put me down though if you want to collect wine...unless you're planning on multiple trips." she grins at him.