Post by Onira on Jul 28, 2006 18:07:26 GMT -5
"So, how long's it gonna take?"
"Can't be sure. Give it maybe two hours."
"Sounds good."
Onira slowly let himself rest in the chair, giving his palms a quick glance before resting them on the arm rests. It was that time again. Maintenance. So much alchemy was being done lately, and it seemed the tattoos were beginning to fade. The once sharp black color of the ink had faded into a distant grey. Not necessarily hard to see, but not as good as it would need to be for a guaranteed transmutation. If the seal was bad, then chances were the task wouldn't go very well either. That was never a good sign. Onira had learned from his books that when a transmutation went awry, someone could become injured, or even die. He didn't want to be the cause of that.
"I guess we should get this under way."
Onira relaxed his palm, waiting for the slight annoyance of the tattoo to begin. First was the right, it seemed. The most faded one. The most used one. The left had kept atleast some of it's black color. However, the right was truly distorted. Truly screwed up. Almost non-existant. But soon, it wouldn't be a problem any more. Onira just had to wait.
He closed his eyes, remembering the feel from his clothes for a second. When he sat down, he applied more pressure to his back and upper legs. The nerves responded to the change, and begun to get the feeling there again. But soon it would be gone. Soon would the feeling of his loose faded jeans and short-sleeved black T-shirt be forgotten, as well as the black sneakers. No dress-shoes today. Sneakers just felt better. Just felt right. But of course, that feeling left. Naturally.
"Can't be sure. Give it maybe two hours."
"Sounds good."
Onira slowly let himself rest in the chair, giving his palms a quick glance before resting them on the arm rests. It was that time again. Maintenance. So much alchemy was being done lately, and it seemed the tattoos were beginning to fade. The once sharp black color of the ink had faded into a distant grey. Not necessarily hard to see, but not as good as it would need to be for a guaranteed transmutation. If the seal was bad, then chances were the task wouldn't go very well either. That was never a good sign. Onira had learned from his books that when a transmutation went awry, someone could become injured, or even die. He didn't want to be the cause of that.
"I guess we should get this under way."
Onira relaxed his palm, waiting for the slight annoyance of the tattoo to begin. First was the right, it seemed. The most faded one. The most used one. The left had kept atleast some of it's black color. However, the right was truly distorted. Truly screwed up. Almost non-existant. But soon, it wouldn't be a problem any more. Onira just had to wait.
He closed his eyes, remembering the feel from his clothes for a second. When he sat down, he applied more pressure to his back and upper legs. The nerves responded to the change, and begun to get the feeling there again. But soon it would be gone. Soon would the feeling of his loose faded jeans and short-sleeved black T-shirt be forgotten, as well as the black sneakers. No dress-shoes today. Sneakers just felt better. Just felt right. But of course, that feeling left. Naturally.