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C/N: Why do you people keep making me sound like I'm talking about 'eye's...? Quit it, or I'll... I'll... I can't think of any threats that would work right now! ...I miss my ice, dammit...
U/N: Quit making Cirno sad! Don't worry, Cirno, I'm sure we'll find a way to turn you back soon!
A/N: ...I don't think I should be in the same room as myself from an alternate timeline...
U/N: ...But arn't you the one that makes me do everything I do, such as being in the same room as you...?
F/N: U/N Owen was my sister?...How did I get here?
U/N: ...Go home, Flan; I'm sure big sis Remi is worried about you vanishing into this strange place...
F/N: Fiiiine...
Early afternoon, Forest of Magic, Marisa's PoV:
I grabbed the now dry sack I had enchanted last night, making sure to not handle it roughly.
Most physical spells require some sort of blood. The blood of a virgin maiden works twice as well, so I use my own; why not make use of such a thing while you still have it?
I stuck the sack in my hat, and pulled out a dagger which I kept in my hat for just such an occasion, and as a last resort sort of defense; there is enough love charged in it to level a small mountain.
If it's not flashy, it's not magic!
I grabbed my usual bowl, which was rather blood stained from the use it had gotten over the years.
I chose a particularly small 'limb' from the Mandrake I kept, being sure to plug my ears with magic, and severed it.
The magic that plugged my ears was quickly worn away, but I knew exactly the amount needed, so it was just enough. A mandrake's scream is always the same strength and length, lasting 2.463 seconds, and works quite similar to the screams of a Yamabiko, yet differently in a way.
While a Yamabiko will echo in all directions, a mandrake screams so as to create sound, then amplifies that sound and causes it to only hit you directly in the face, thus instantly killing the one that bothered them, but only if they without protection.
However, mandrake's are rather pleasant to speak with, as well as fast to regenerate, so they make an interesting familiar for those that need their reagents en mass, and boy do I need their reagents...
Every potion I brew, every blood magic rune I write, and every meal I make, all contain a bit of Mandrake root, and ocassionally a leaf, unless such a thing would get in the way with the spell.
I place the slowly regenerating Mandrake back in the pot I keep it in, before burrying its body once more; the exposed leafy top swayed happily, and it gave a pleasant chirp. Yes, Mandrakes chirp.
I began to cut up the bit I cut off, first into strips, then I diced it, before putting it into the bowl.
I took the knife, and slashed my wrist, allowing my blood to spill into the bowl. I'd need a great deal more than I did for the Mage Lights, so It's easiest to just do it this way. With all the magic in the air, wounds tend to close up rather fast for those within the forest.
I took the magic pestal from my hat, and began to grind up everything.
Years ago, I realised that I needed to wait for things to dry out far too offten, so I enchanted a pestal of bone to age things as I grind them down, thus making them quickly turn into a usable dust, instead of a useless paste.
With the preparations complete, I rinsed off the pestal before returning it to my hat, and finally headed for my usual location.
The scent of blood was still fresh from last night; even a human like myself could smell it.
I took a pinch of dust, and began to make a magic circle, being sure to not mess it up like that one time... I don't like accidentally summoning eldritch horrors, so I'm sure to be more careful with my magic circles now.
I tossed the sack into the center of the circle, where it began to glow faintly, floating a metre above the ground.
With the final preparations done, began to draw a circle of infinity, which is basicly two intercecting squiggles in the shape of a circle. Meaningless in nearly all spells, but quite vital for spells such as this
Next I was to draw another magic circle, which would bind the power of infinite space to whatever empty item may be placed within.
With the second magic circle done, I began to surround it with layer after layer of small weight runes, numbering in at exactly 100 by the time they were all done, before adding a layer of reversal runes around it. I'm very glad that rune size doesn't matter, or I'd run out of room!
One by one, the reversal runes began to glow, before turning the weight runes into weightless runes. It's a bit of a cheating way to make weightless runes that Mima taught me, as I hadn't the mana reserves to put together such a large number of them, and still don't.
With the reversal runes used up, they blew away into the wind, giving me room for the last step.
I began to charge every drop of mana I had into the remaining powder, causing it to turn a brilliant green; with the green dust in hand, I slowly formed the third, and final, magic circle.
I stepped back from the completed spell, before chanting the incantation needed to push the power within the outer circle towards the center.
As I chanted, the green dust began to glow, before swirling into the air; the dust slowly doubled every marking between its prior location, and the bag, turning them all a burning white.
One by one, the weightless runes began to burn out, the used up dust blew away into the wind, leaving less and less runes with every second.
With the last weightless rune burned, the second magic circle began to burn, followed by the circle of infinity.
The power doubled over the circle, again, and again. With every doubling, the circle grew brighter, and brighter, before it finally all blew into the air, charging the area with a heavy dose of magic; one by one the dust flew at the bag, burning it black, a speck of dust at a time.
The sack that was once brown, was now a smoking black color, indicating that the spell was finished.
With one final word, all of the leaves in the area blew away, sealing the energies within the sack once and for all.
A grin split across my face, before I lost strength in my legs, falling onto my back.
Spells outside of my specialty sure took it out of me...
With a yawn, I fell asleep in the soft grass.