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[falkeditupagain]

[It seems someone has decided to change his voicemail following graduation. Hes trying so hard to sound professional, business like, but Hanna's usual enthusiasm bleeds through easily.]

You have reached the mailbox of Hanna Cross. If you don't have an appointment, my secretary will follow up with a return message shortly. [a short pause.] meaning me. I'll get back to you, don't worry.

And if this is an emergency what are you doing on the phone? Cardio is your friend. byyyye!

Comments

Re: private;

[hippie_ninja]

Red--Sweeney, yeah. I think he has a lot of names.

He confirmed it is cursed, but we weren't able to lift it off the knife. It... it makes me think of someone I killed with it. And then I can't seem to let the knife out of my sight.

Re: private;

[falkeditupagain]

Oh shit...did he even know he'd done it? Usually when someone casts a curse, they know what they did because it was intentional. But some of that older magic is fucking reactive, and it's a bitch to sort. Like, I curse you on my death bed sort of shit that's generational, you know? Madame Zeroni fucking shit. [He probably should have a better example, but that's the first one that popped into his head.]

Yeah, dude, bring that shit over. I make no promises that it'll be quick, but I will crack this curse. It'll be like my Halo of the Sun project, except this one shouldn't hurt anyone horribly in the end. [He actually going to try some safety precautions this time even, look at him learning!]

Re: private;

[hippie_ninja]

No, no I think it just happened. I don't think there was anything malicious on either side, I think it was just bad luck.

I'll be over in ten minutes, okay?

Re: private;

[falkeditupagain]

Sounds good to me dude, I'll see you when you get here. Door's unlocked.

[He gives him a little wave and cuts the feed.]

Re: private;

[hippie_ninja]

Jesus lets himself in but feels self-conscious enough about it to knock. "Hello? Hanna?"

Re: private;

[falkeditupagain]

Hanna doesn't mind at all. He seems to have gotten his space ready, the circle rug rolled up into the corner with his floor space wide open, some chalk on the floor. If it doesn't have to last so long it's easier to clean up any way.

He waves from his spot on the floor, gesturing to the spot in front of him. "Hey! You bring your horribly cursed object for the master to inspect?"

Re: private;

[hippie_ninja]

"Oh god I hope it's not horribly cursed," he jokes, holding it out in front of him. It looks, to all intents and purposes, like a normal dagger with leather black wrapping around its hilt.

"What do you think?"

Re: private;

[falkeditupagain]

"Well, we'll see about that!" Taking it by the hilt carefully, Hanna sets it on the floor, starting to draw.

There's a process here, try to identify the thing, the type of magic and then break the curse. He gestures to a stool, his own bed or the floor while he waits.

"Gonna have to play with it a bit, see what we got going on and then I might be able to do something about it. You wanna stick around?"