Witch Cat

Ologies: A Study of Arcane Specialists {Paranormal Investigations and more}

Because of you guys, now I can't stop writing about Coal screwing up. Thaaaaaanks.

Ologies: A Study of Arcane Specialists {Paranormal Investigations and more}

Oh some exciting combat! But too bad you're missing out on the real fun! Looking over mouldy bits of wood for clues.

Ologies: A Study of Arcane Specialists {Paranormal Investigations and more}

Brushing the last few specks of ice-crystals off the metal knob, Coal twisted the handle, unaffected by the cold metal, as he swung the door open, flinching as it hit the wall with an unintentional bang.
Cerberus’ first instinct was to leap off Coal, and scurry up the rickety stairs, the creaks and moans of worn-wood echoing throughout the home. Taking slow and careful steps as if the place might fall down on their heads, Coal’s dark eyes wandered into and between the gloom, the light that filtered through the door was pinkening quickly and night would soon be upon them, which would without doubt cause the temperature to drop drastically. They would need to work fast if they wanted to come out of this with all their fingers.

”Luz Bruxa”, Coal murmured through tight lips, a flare of golden light filling his open palm. The yellow light pooled onto the floor, casting long, dark tendrils of shadows across the knotwood-ridden walls, that coupled with the utter stillness and silence giving the place a strong foreboding mood.
But Coal was now headstrong, determined to prove himself as a capable witch, and proudly strode into the room. “I’m heading into the kitchen, everyone else, help along and look for clues with me” Coal ordered the group, ”Imagine that, Coal thought to himself, ”I just gave my first order!”. A sense of pride swelled in him as he dug his non-glowing hand into his bookbag, drawing out what looked like a small little brown bag, tied together with string.
Undoing the knot, he sprinkled out what seemed to be glitter all over the floor that vanished as soon as it hit the floor. “Rainbow Dust, detects the presence or making of magic. Better safe than sorry,” he replied to one in particular, before stuffing the bag of Rainbow Dust back in his bag and heading off into the kitchen. The Rainbow Dust he left behind remained undisturbed, whatever being was behind this spell was long gone, at least now they’d know when the caster would come back.

Entering the kitchen, Coal was hit instantly with a pang of uneasiness, there was no life in this room. No mice or cockroaches scurrying away, no cobwebs with half a spider’s meal, the place was by no means tidy, just sterile. A carpet was haphazardly spread onto the floor, the cupboards were shut but cans of frostbitten beans and broken packs of instant noodles littered the floor, a fridge door was left open, with stacks upon stacks of ice melting inside the malfunctioning fridge. The whole place smelt of ice. Dry, stings the lungs, and utterly unpleasant. The only thing in half decent condition was a table laid out in the middle of the room, with no chairs around it. The table itself was old, made of rotting wood and a shorter leg held up by a phone book, but on it were bits of paper, decorated with ink and small, neat handwriting.
Wishing he had taken the second floor with Cerberus instead, Coal raised his arms again, his fingers dancing in complicated strokes, spreading his arms in a grandiose manner, he bellowed ”Baaz”.
Cuboards banged open, cans flew out, chunks of ice ricocheted across the room, and the stacks of paper fluttered about like cooped up birds, struggling to arrange themselves neatly. By now, everyone in a one mile radius heard him. “Sorry!” Coal’s voice quipped from inside the echo chamber disguised as a kitchen. What was supposed to be a simple spell to show everything in the room was taken too literally. Every object not nailed down was now neatly organized in a grid like pattern on the floor.
Sometimes, having a lot of power can be a nuisance. “Wild magic is witch magic,” said Coal, a frequent line he used to excuse immense screw ups such as this.
”No need to dwell on mistakes,” he assured himself, ”There’s a mystery we need to solve!”.
Taking deep breaths, Coal approached and looked over the neat mess. Nothing he hadn’t seen before.
Soup cans, cans of peas, cans of corn, cans, cans, cans. One might think the owner was preparing for an apocalypse (well he or she wasn’t far off). More dry food, newspaper clippings, and..

“Oh, what’s this?”

Ologies: A Study of Arcane Specialists {Paranormal Investigations and more}

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Click at your own risk

@Wraithblade6

You disgust me

Ologies: A Study of Arcane Specialists {Paranormal Investigations and more}

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It's not about summoning the pot, it's about what she can do with the pot. Cuz it's a *maaaaaggiccaaalll* pot

@fdeviant

In the wise words of Gordon Ramsay, "SHOVE THAT POT UP UR ARSE"

Ologies: A Study of Arcane Specialists {Paranormal Investigations and more}

@Witch Cat
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Because she can do it without throwing a tantrum.

@jasonwolf

omfg do you wanna go?????? fite me 1v1

Ologies: A Study of Arcane Specialists {Paranormal Investigations and more}

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you've been outclassed. your only hope now is to coldbloodedly murder her while she sleeps, but she'll come back as a litch and damn you to hell for all of eternity

@AdobeFlash

That's quite a leap, from being mildly annoyed to cold-blooded murder, but I'll think about it. BUT I THINK ITS TOTALLY JUSTIFIED BECAUSE HOW ON EARTH IS SUMMONING A POT BETTER THAN WHAT COAL CAN DO?

Ologies: A Study of Arcane Specialists {Paranormal Investigations and more}

oh god she can rhyme now im just going to jump off a fucking cliff now bet she'll just fucking resurrect me to gloat

Ologies: A Study of Arcane Specialists {Paranormal Investigations and more}

"Zoinks Cerberus! We have a mystery on our hands!"

"Jinkies, this place sure is creepy!"

"Let's split up gang! Coal and Cerberus will search the kitchen!"

-cue comedic shot of the two eating 6 ft tall sandwiches-

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Man, and I was just trying to enjoy this popsicle...

@Wraithblade6

There is no God. Only YOAI