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John Constantine (worksbestalone_) wrote in spinningcompass,

"Enough for the spell-work" he replied. "I know how to speak French but that's about it" he added. "Know bits and pieces of..." he paused, trying to work out how many different languages he dipped into in order to perform his spells. "Maybe ten languages? Maybe more?" he shrugged. He wasn't sure. After all, his mind was focused on his current task.

He added a few more ingredients to the mix. Red rose petals, a small red chilli, and ivy leaves.
"I draw this curse from the grave your were laid in. I draw this curse from the Masters blood" he muttered, adding his third last ingredient. Three thorns from a roses stem. He started work on mixing everything together again. Next he got up and walked to grab a small bottle from the kitchen counter, bringing it back. He sat down again and took the lid off. Inside, the water seemed to glow slightly. A pale shimmering blue. That would be the last ingredient he added.

Next he took out a knife and with it, he cut into his thumb, letting the blood drip into the silver bowl, mixing with the ingredients he had already placed there. "With this blood, I purify this curse. With my lifes blood, I snuff out the darkness and undeath itself" he said.

"Right... need some time to mix this up. Could you fetch me that glass bottle over there? Forgot to grab it" he said, gesturing to an empty whiskey bottle sitting on the coffee table in the sitting area. He sucked at the blood on the end of his thumb to get rid of it.