Leon Vincent Drumm ᎴᎣᎾ (voodootoo) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2014-08-19 23:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: leon vincent, character: ripley morstan, location: school grounds |
Thread: Searching for Answers
WHO: Ripley and Leon
WHEN: Wednesday, late afternoon
WHERE: Courtyard, Academy Grounds
As grateful as Leon was to get out of the infirmary and back to Hydra, particularly now with Mickey staying with him for a few days, it wasn't long before the urge to wander and get fresh air overrode the cautionary note given him by the witch on staff who had been charging his quartz crystal to ward off the dark spirits. He wasn't very mobile with it, needing to stay within the circle and even walking around could upset the boundaries it broadcasted or make them break altogether. But the courtyard wasn't far outside Hydra dorm and Leon was skilled at walking softly through forests and jungles and so maneuvering his way down from his room to the courtyard wasn't too much of a feat.
Once he arrived, he set the crystal carefully on the bench beside him, unwrapping the silk that kept it shrouded and protected so that the ward would fire up once more. The three dark spirits, now joined by the new face of the fourth who was extremely volatile and the reason Leon's life, even his eternal soul, was still in danger, all lurked on the fringes of the spell. Leon could see them clearly as they passed through other students, their dark sunken eyes on him with soft hisses and curses filtering through to Leon's attuned ears.
He had grown apt at ignoring them, more or less, through the years of having their constant companionship, and so he set up to do some reading in the fading sunlight of the summer evening. His satchel rested beside him and the book he poured over was a mixture of tales from Haitian Voodoo Priests, journals of their spiritual journeys. He was earnestly trying to find a way to free himself of the dark spirits for good, but so far, his ability with mind walking and its consequences when used to kill seemed to be unique, even among his own magical community. Not even his father, the Supreme Houngan of Haiti and New Orleans, knew what to do for him. His mother, seeress of the Cherokee Nation, was at the same lost for words. Leon was on his own, but took advantage of the vast knowledge that St. Margaret's offered to try and heal his curse.
There had to be something.
On his cheek, just under his eye, Leon had painted marks in green and blue. His lip and his nose were pierced. His dreadlocks were tied back and nestled under a woven rasta hat with trailing tendrils reaching far down his back to narrow hips. His feet were bare and tucked beneath him, legs folded, and his arms were exposed to the sun with their array of tattoos and symbols, also marked with paint. Around his neck were his usual adornments of handmade and gifted necklaces for various symbols of power and protection. Animal bones, woven signs of the Loa, and beads to represent the Cherokee spirits of his mother's people. The monster tooth that had been a gift from Andrei was prominent among them with its low blue glow. Brightest among the things Leon kept near him was of course the clear crystal quartz which pulsed with magical power and provided a barrier of safety in a ten foot circumference.