[ Sometime when Manhattan's good veterinarian takes his leave of his clinic, forfeiting it in the name of good health, better sleep, more bloodshed, so on, Subaru pays it a visit. With his magic in full rupture, wilted and decaying following the fight in the subway tunnels, he must reset the depleted wards. And this... this must be first.
His wards were humble once, now more sophisticated. Long weeks of trial and practical application have allowed him to force it from the wilt stage back into blush.
Of course, he's been driven to a few extreme measures. Mostly that the wards he affixes to the clinic, a stellated prism burning fiery, its symmetry a calling card, a crucible for his magic. Holding it in place are a colorful wealth of familiar post-it notes: every smiling, bright-eyed little animal he could find, plastered with ruthless efficiency to all the pentagram's points and vertices. They smile, wink, wave. They funnel effusively, powering the barrier over the clinic in a magic that silvers, seethes.
This scaffolding is surely overdone, but he finds that it has the right look and feel for what he's set out to do.
A welcome home gift, as it happens. Courtesy of the 13th. ]
I see awomann onmyoujimay be made a fool If she had not a spirit to resist.
Crude work, overwrought, uneconomical. The connubial pentagram hard at the Sumeragi devil's work. When he finds it, the inevitable first and readily abandoned attempt to unpeel one post-it failed, he changes tack — a pen mightier than Futsunomitama slants every damned animal's bright expression into a frown.
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His wards were humble once, now more sophisticated. Long weeks of trial and practical application have allowed him to force it from the wilt stage back into blush.
Of course, he's been driven to a few extreme measures. Mostly that the wards he affixes to the clinic, a stellated prism burning fiery, its symmetry a calling card, a crucible for his magic. Holding it in place are a colorful wealth of familiar post-it notes: every smiling, bright-eyed little animal he could find, plastered with ruthless efficiency to all the pentagram's points and vertices. They smile, wink, wave. They funnel effusively, powering the barrier over the clinic in a magic that silvers, seethes.
This scaffolding is surely overdone, but he finds that it has the right look and feel for what he's set out to do.
A welcome home gift, as it happens. Courtesy of the 13th. ]
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womann onmyouji may be made a foolIf
she had not a spirit to resist.Crude work, overwrought, uneconomical. The connubial pentagram hard at the Sumeragi devil's work. When he finds it, the inevitable first and readily abandoned attempt to unpeel one post-it failed, he changes tack — a pen mightier than Futsunomitama slants every damned animal's bright expression into a frown.
They tragically only look cuter for it. )