A little adventure

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Who: Tara, May, Molly, Ami, River, Chris, Faith, Daniel, anyone else
Where: Medical Facility
When: Day 22, late afternoon
Invited: Open
Status: Complete

ooc: not sure who's all going. so if the list Tara tells Daniel doesn't include you and you want to go, just post a walk-in.

The ladies went to the cafeteria where they began to gather some simple supplies for their journey. Daniel happened to be there getting some coffee and chatting with Chris. Tara approached the two, trying to walk without using the tables and chairs for support. She had indeed finished the rest of her sandwhich and an extra banana. It made her overfull to eat that much right now, but Molly was right, she needed fuel. she could feel the physical energy coursing through her body as she digested the food. She just wished she could feel the same about her magical energy. "Daniel, Molly, May, Faith, and myself are taking a short trip. Hopefully, with the help of a teleporter (she hoped Chris would be amenable). We need to head South and East of here to find some ley lines. I believe the ley lines will help me get my magic back." She sat down next to them, knowing standing wasn't in her best interest right now.

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[Ash] Introductions

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"I don't believe we have," Ash said to May, ignoring Molly's gentle bullying of Tara. He switched the cup of coffee he was holding to his prosthetic right hand and held out his left.

"I'm Ash. Ash Williams. Pleased to meet you."

Tara

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Tara was busy sipping soup and slowly falling asleep as she was eating when Ash introduced himself to May. She watched as he switched his cup of coffee to his prosthetic hand..."Prosthetic hand?" She asked as she looked at the arm. She hadn't noticed it before for some reason. As she studied it curiously, she suddenly became naseaus and sick and gagged on her soup. "Oh, by the fates! Necromancy!" It was residual, but at one point, very very strong. Tara didn't know how she could feel the magic nor how she didn't earlier. (I must have put up a defense subconsciously. Betcha this is just what I would have felt finally surfacing.).

Ash and the others look very concerned. Ash turned to her and reached out, unfortunately making the naseau stronger and Tara almost vomited right then and there before she got it under control. "You never said you were a necromancer!" Tara looked at him with disgust.

[Ash] Say what?

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"I never said I was a lawyer either," Ash snapped, "and for the same reason--because I'm not!"

He studied Tara for a moment, wondering what had set her off so suddenly. There was nothing about his artificial hand that ought to be bothering her. It didn't make any sense to him.

But she was definitely glaring at him...when she didn't look like she was about to hurl. "What's got your panties in a bunch?"


OOC: Just a reminder--Ash has a modern prosthetic hand now, not the iron and leather contraption he built (with the blacksmith's help) in Army of Darkness. Of course, considering how much time he spent dealing with the Necronomicon* and the Evil Dead, the stink of necromancy isn't surprising.

*P.S. Ash's "gift" from the box of stuff was a page torn from the Necronomicon on which he had scrawled a girl's phone number--hey, it was all he could find to write on at the time.... He doesn't have it on him, but it's around somewhere.

[Tara] god you stink

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ooc:Ok, modern's fine. also helps explain why she might not have noticed it initially...That plus she had more problems with Sam's aura and likely did just block it out for the moment since it was just residual.

IC:Tara wished desperately that she had her magic so she could focus on him and make sure he wasn't hiding anything. when she first met him she of course checked his aura...Not the brightest aura she'd ever encountered, but certianly nothing that had caused her any real concern. There were those who were capable of hiding their aura, but she didn't *think* he was one of those. (Well, best he come along tomorrow, then.) She'd check him out more fully when/if she got her powers back. And if she didn't get her powers back, and he was evil...nothing she could do about it anyway.

"I'm...I'm sorry. It's just your arm. Where it ends. Necromancy was involved and you were directly responsible for it. It smells...stinks. I didn't notice earlier. It caught me off guard. Necromancy is a disgusting warping of magic and the natural circle of life. Earth-based witches such as myself are particularly sensitive to it. What happened?" The smell was fading. (Just a mental after image after all) Tara thought sadly.

[Ash] You're none too sweet yourself....

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Ash raised his arm and looked at his artificial hand. (She could get all that just from looking at it? Weird!)

He looked at Tara again. "Well, I'll tell you," Ash said, sitting down at the table. "Here's an important safety tip. If you ever visit a cabin in the woods--and by visit, I mean break into--and you find a tape recorder on which someone has translated ancient incantations for summoning demons...for God's sake don't turn it on!"

He glanced around at the others, then met Tara's eyes again. "To make a long story short--to the great relief of everyone here, I'm sure--my hand was possessed by one of those evil spirits. Like an infection. And the only way to stop it from spreading was to cut it off."

"So I did."

[Tara] You didn't?!?!

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Tara listened to Ash's explanation and her mouth fell open. (What an idiot!) Tara thought to herself. "You're lucky to be alive!" She knew about those types of possessions, they were indeed almost impossible to get rid of and still save the limb (heck, save the person for that matter. And it takes some powerful mojo to do that, too. Cutting it off took some serious guts.) Tara continued to stare at Ash, one part 'I'm looking at an idiot', one part, 'this guy's got some major balls.'

"No wonder I smelled the necromancy on you. That was a major spell you cast. By sacrificing your limb, you did indeed effectively nullify the spell. Lucky all it took was your limb."

[Mayday] You didn't?!?!

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((OOC: Random observation - wait, why is Ash drinking coffee? (http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/57572.html) ;) Sorry for the delay, I actually had to hit the sack by 10 pm last night. And stupid me on the "bush" comment, I said I was out of it!))

"Hey, I'm a city girl," May said, grinning at Tara. "In Queens, survival skills amount to dodging muggers and stalking the wild cheeseburger."

She shook Ash's good hand, showing absolutely no surprise at the presence of the prosthesis - she noticed it, but it didn't even make her blink. It wasn't like she'd never seen one before. She idly wondered if he had to repair it as often as her Dad had to get his artificial leg fixed. Probably not, given why he usually had to get it repaired. "May Parker," she added, properly introducing herself. "Got dumped here a few days ago."

His story, however, did take her by surprise. The fact that he cut his own hand off struck her speechless for a second. The necromancy discussion went right over her head, but she did understand that Ash had stopped whatever it was by cutting the hand off. Still, it took a hell of a lot of guts to do something like that. "I'm still stuck at the part where you cut your own hand off," she admitted, alternately impressed and a bit weirded out.

Okay, maybe he was the type to need to get that hand repaired a lot.

[Ash] The hell I didn't!

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OOC: Anytime is a good time for coffee!

IC: "What can I say? I'm a manly man," Ash said to May with a big ole grin. Then he sobered a bit. "It helped that I...let's just say I was a couple of cans short of a sixpack by that time. It had been a long, tough, gruesome night. And it wasn't going to get better for a while."

He shook off the memories and drained his coffee cup, then placed it on the table. "I don't know anything about spells," he said to Tara. "If you say it was a spell, fine; all I know is desperate times called for desperate measures."

"So--what time is this shindig tomorrow?"

[Tara]

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While listening to Ash speak, Tara had decided to take that leap of faith in the man and believe him at face value. That being said, she didn't want to get to close to him anytime soon. At least not until she had her magic back and could do something about the smell. She knew now it was mental, so a simple full magical investigation should ease her subconscious...mostly.

"Hmm, I'd say let's get an early start, but I know I need sleep" Tara yawned yet again. "How about 9 am? Faith, can you make sure I get up?"

"Sure, but it might not be till 9:30." Tara went to protest, but knew it was futile. They'd wake her up when they were good and ready to get her up. She did need the sleep.

"Help me to the bedroom? I'm not sure I can make it on my own. I'm so tired."

ooc: note

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