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Rohan elected to just ignore those two. He only fought if something endangered his life. And he didn’t feel threatened by those two. He withdrew a few tools from his toolbox. Chisels, a ruler, wood glue, and a needle rasp. Next, he began to scribe out dimensions based on the safe and the others were working out. A great deal of carpentry work was just numbers and angles, geometry and measurements. Once he did this, he could work on the actual [i]magic[/i] of the piece.

Annika needed help getting some blood, so he sat his tools down. [color=298e25]”Sure, hold still.[/color] He took the knife and made sure the blade wasn’t grimy. Then he held Annika’s arm of a glass container and pressed the blade into the skin. It wasn’t a very long wound, that’d be harder to heal. But it was enough for blood to drip into a vessel. He held her there for a few moments, until the blood ceased to flow on its own.

[color=298e25]”Put something over that.”[/color] And back to the project. He settled on thin pieces of Blackthorn, it made the most sense.

Rohan grabbed a hand planer from his tools, ensured the surfaces of his piece were squared up, then divided it into quarters. And then, he began to work his magic into the material.

[i][color=298e25]"Mukō-gawa kara kita kurozunda ki, mae ni te o nobashi tari, ushiro ni te o nobashi tari."[/color][/i]

He placed only a few drops of wood glue on the pieces, and their surfaces started to weep. It looked like the lignin and water was being dragged out, but it was something entirely different. He pressed them together with his hands, and they clung to one another for dear life.

[i][color=298e25]"Matte, hanasanaide..."[/color][/i]

He held the chunk of thin, squirming wood in one hand and raised a rasp to it in the other. He began to shear off certain points of it, and it didn't look like the most precise work. But there was a method to it. Gouges became smooth indents, reminiscent of veins, more black fluid foamed up insides the grooves. 

Then he flipped it over, and grabbed a chisel. Rohan used it to carve out channels, small and fine. The sympathic connections would be able to flow in, the blood would have no trouble or chance of warping the interior.

[i][color=298e25]"Watashi o eda ni tojikomete, watashi o toge ni tojikomete kudasai."[/color][/i]

A green tint could be seen on the incomplete piece where the light hit it. Rohan's fingers looked like they were stained with the sap blood he just offered up to the others. And just for good measure, he reached under his shirt and got a small drop of it on his other hand. He pressed it against his project, and shut his eyes.

[i][color=298e25]"Nigasanaide ne."[/color][/i]

Root stared a hole into Rohan's head, he knew what his master was up to. He wasn't quite the same, but the shell he inhabited made the soul itch. Somewhere, out beyond the perimeter of this pocket realm they lived in, where concrete and steel ceded ground to soil and lichen, where the gods and laws of modern mankind carried no weight, something [i]smiled.[/i]

[i]Thump.[/i]

He opened his eyes again, and the newly carved quarter of a heart was already writhing in his hands. He was content with it. [color=298e25]"Okay, that'll work. Not the best I've done, but nothing beats my familiar. Okay, anyone need some extra tools? I'm finished."[/color]


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Darkened wood from the Other Side,

Reaches forward, reaches back.

Hold, don't let go,

Cage me in branch, cage me in thorn.

Don't let me escape.
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