sage or sweetgrass (for ritual cleansing)
3 means of connection to member of the deceased (hair, photo, and clothing preferably)
Altar (table)
Cleansing cloth
Small (crystal) dish (fill with water and/or wine)
At least 5 candles
At least 5 members
2 head conductors (one MUST be male ; the other MUST be female; preferably parents or ones close to the diseased
"What's this," Holly asked staring at the list
"You need to get these," Qwan said pointing at the paper he handed her.
Holly passed the paper to Artemis, "You need to get these," she whispered as if he hadn't heard Qwan give her the very same instructions.
"Good idea, Holly," Qwan said, "You can retrieve his body"
Holly groaned, "All of it?"
Qwan stared in disbelief, "Christ, Artemis! How many pieces is it in?"
Artemis smiled at the task Holly had in store. "I better get to this," he beamed waving the list in front him.
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Artemis
Artemis stared at his list, which was slipping slowly through his hands. His materialization was taking a lot out of him. Thank goodness that would no longer be a problem.
Artemis popped into a random store and immediately disappeared from the visibility spectrum. Thank gracious no one was paying attention. Otherwise, they'd notice quite a strange scene. A line of seemingly random items; candles, crystal bowls, bottles of wine, and a facial cloth; all dancing amongst each other, around the counter, and finally- out of the store altogether.
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Holly
Holly had to drag that entire bag of him to Qwan's place. She really hoped she wasn't missing anything- leaving anything behind…
Holly lugged the cumbersome bad of human onto Qwan's workplace and readied her finger on the zipper and her nose for the smell.
She ripped open the bag and dumped it's contents onto the table. She spared a moment to glance at Artemis. What was left him…
He was so much like a doll. All- fragile. With…need of assembly (to say the least).
Holly sighed and seated herself. She had her work cut out for her. She picked up a leg- and a needle- and began to sew.
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Qwan
He needed two extra members to make five. He and Holly would have to be the conductors, considering they were the most powerful. But who else? Who else knew?
Butler.
He'd be a fine choice, that was for certain- taking into account the love he had for the boy.
He'd need an opposition to counteract and equalize the feelings of the room.
Who despised Artemis, yet would have incentive to come- for Holly's sake?
Qwan found his answer.
Trouble Kelp.
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Holly
Holly pricked her finger on the needle yet again. She looked down and noticed what a bloodied mess her hands were becoming. Human skin was a lot harder to sew then it looked.
No.1 took her hands into his as he examined them. "I'm fine-" she mumbled wondering where his intentions lay. He was a close friend of hers, but she could no doubtingly pass for being his mother. Well- older sister. She had just reached adulthood, but a few months ago and was just recently allowed to drink and drive. (Authors Note: Not at the SAME TIME, my dears. –sings- The more you know! –ends song-)
No.1 dropped the hands and pulled closer. Holly continued sewing. "Why bother with all this, Holly? For the man that kidnapped you? For a human?"
Holly sighed. "I'll tell you later," Holly explained, "What's that book say?"
No.1 shook his head, worried for her.
"Resurrection," he read, "An extremely dangerous and difficult spell, requiring two strong practitioners, one male, one female, to cast. It reconnects the body and soul of a deceased person, bringing the dead back to life. It is considered black magick in some circles and was once forbidden by the Council of Three. A sacrifice or heroic deed is required to balance the resurrection; normally, this is done before the spell is cast, but it can be done afterwards if the delay is not prolonged (you have until moon set). If the required balance is not achieved in time, the resurrected person will die again. The chant is repeated as often as necessary until it either works, or it is obvious that it is not going to work." He finished; marking the page.
"…If it doesn't work?" No.1 asked
"Not giving up too soon is why they call it "skill", sweety. Now pass me his finger."
"How'd he lose that?" No.1 asked curiously
Holly glared at the finger, "Heaven knows…"
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Artemis
Artemis stood in the park, grabbing a fistful of sage.
"Picking flowers," he mumbled to himself, "Good Lord, what a pansy I must look like."
He glanced at the clock tower of Haven City only to realize that he was 10 minutes late to his own resurrection.
"Shit." He called to the harmless handful of oh-so-masculine flowers, and began to sprint.