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✰ VAITH'S CLASS
✰ ISLE OF FAMINE
✰ WEEK ONE :: DAY FOUR
✰ STAGE ONE: BLOOD
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Blood was required? Unwrapping his mini pet, Vaith looked at his hand dubiously. Looking around, he caught several other students pricking their hands. But Vaith decided to take it from the place where the blood was most alive, in a figurative sense. He tugged at the gloves covering his hand, revealing a scarred palm underneath. He decided to draw blood from his wrist instead.

The blood dripped fairy easy, it was simply a matter of stemming it to three drops instead of four or five. He covered the tiny wound with his glove once more, ignoring the tiny stain on the fabric.

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Vaith:

• PREVIOUS SCORE: 1 (Day 1) + 3 (Day 2) = 4
  
• PRESENT SCORE: 4 | -1 = 3

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It looked like Bulbous was in a mood today and frankly after her disastrous attempt to make both a poison and an antidote Mandy wasn’t in a much better one, practically flouncing into her chair. This mood also meant that Mandy defiantly did not have the focus for this stage Bulbous required form them and so when she went p***k her finger figuring it would be the easiest spot to get just three drops from she was wholly unprepared for the stream that followed.

Jerking her hand back she quickly shoved her finger into her mouth to stop her from bleeding everywhere and glared at the thoroughly blood soaked seed.

Well. Hopefully it wasn’t ruined. Or about to kill them all.

Constructive Score: +5

Back once again. Hadiyya barely faltered as she entered the familiar tent, and she quickly took her seat, chest raising and falling in obviously shallow breaths. She was getting used to the smell by this point, but it was still a lot easier to handle in very small doses. If she wasn't so fond of breathing... Alas, she was.

Bulbous addressed them, irritably, but a flutter of white wings and falling dust seemed to sooth their instructor, and he went on to explain what they would be doing today. It was at this point the djinn looked down at the needle, lips pursing thoughtfully before a soft dusting of powder fell over all of them. By the end of his explanation the ghoul had to agree. The steps themselves were very simple, but she had no doubt they were much harder then they seemed.

Eager to carry on with the project, she set to work immediately on removing her seed, now a little skeleton, and setting it on the plank in front of her. Carefully she took up her needle, and after only a slight pause she pierced the tip of her finger with the sharpened end. Crimson blood welled up immediately, and her held her bleeding fingertip over the seed to allow the drops to fall on it, counting them as they landed.

Constructive total: 8 - 1 = 7

Pickles took off the pretty skins. This was like unwrapping a present!

BLOOD TIME. Then he...didn't take out his chainsaw. He wasn't allowed. But he really wanted to. Three was one of his favorite numbers! It was easy to count to. He took off his glove and squeezed out THREE drops!

Plop!

Plop!

Plop!

surprised D

Class was getting more and more interesting every day she returned. Or at least it seemed that way to her, since this was the first class like this one that she had ever taken. Tyshina was amazed the minute she walked into the room. Though she tried her best to hide it, anyone who looked at her could tell she was loving every minute of it the second she walked in the room. Though today was just like every other day thus far, and she tried to stay unnoticed at the back of the class.

She carefully listened to the teacher and grabbed her stone from yesterday's lesson. She slowly then removed the stone from its wrappings, and the moment she did she was a little shocked. Since the stone was not plain anymore but a little bit gold. "Wow...." she whispered quietly under her breath as she proceeded to pick up the needle beside her. She then held out her left hand and gently pricked her middle finger. She then held it over the stone and watched the blood fall. Then she moved her finger from over the stone and gently wiped it on her shirt. "I wonder what my blood will do to it," she whispered to herself quietly.

((Score: Des +6 - 1 = 5))

Malodore nodded briefly at Shenny. "I have not learned such things at Amityville, no - I would imagine this variation of the art is unique to this Clan. Mi dispiace."

Then their instructor began to speak, and Malodore shifted its focus to the Horseman. It was still fascinated by the odd, almost symbiotic relationship the Horseman seemed to have with the insects colonizing it - and it was especially intrigued when Bulbous pulled out a hand. An actual human hand. It had had a human hand once...

Sigh.

It bobbed its head in response to Bulbous' words. "Grazie - that is, thank you," it said. "I hope to learn more of your arts in future, if I am deemed worthy to do so."