[Ain finds himself thinking. This is never a good sign, because Ain frequently does not think about anything, except lately rearranging the hospital to his specifications. They are Very Bad specifications, mind; any medical personnel that could possibly have worked here at any point would flay him for his reorganization. But, in the meantime, he's made the lobby pretty and the vending machines are full of stale chips and very warm cola, and hey, sometimes that's all you need in life!
Anyway, the point is, Ain is thinking (this is still bad). After reading some books he looted from the public library and brought here instead, he's starting to understand a little bit more about what humans in this world thought about demons — which he supposes is the same thing as a Daemon, yeah? just one letter off? — and what they were said to do. Importantly, he learns about summoning rituals for them, which are different than Elrian rituals would be — on Elrios you open a portal and say "come on in" to no specific demon in particular, only really being able to lure out particularly strong ones. Here, it looks like you need candles, a sigil, a name, and intent...
Hm.
Ain spends a little bit making a sigil for himself, deep in his books at the hospital's front desk. The only light coming in is through the windows and the candlelight, which isn't Great, and largely the whole place is cast in darkness despite his best efforts... but it does make for some spooky ambiance while he reaches out to Wolfwood through the Murmur.]
Hiii Mr. Priest~. Where are you? Did you get a horsey when you woke up from the dream? Oh, and can you come to Lenox Hill Hospital near Central Park too?
While Ain is working on fixing up his living conditions at the hospital, Wolfwood is...decidedly not doing that. He did get a horse, and after he and that horse had some time to get acclimated (she wouldn't let him ride her at first, which is fair and valid he'd be wary of him too), he'd been using her as a means to get around quicker as he explores the ruins of the city. Sure, he could learn how to fly...but he's still not super interested in breaking all of his bones. The best he's figured out thus far is minor gliding, and even that feels excessive. Granted, he's never been the best with riding creatures like Tomas, but a horse is at least a hell of a lot more stable than a bird-thing.
Anyway, he's passing through an empty sort of side road when he hears a familiar voice ringing in his ears, prompting him to slow her to a walk as he looks up at the sky for a moment.]
You think I've memorized all these street names yet? Gimme a minute.
[Looking, looking for a sign...]
...I ain't far from there. Why, what happened this time?
We've been here for many months~ you should learn how to read a map by now.
[Why are you so mean to him?]
Nothing "happened" per se. I want to ask you something in person, not over the Murmur. That feels a little cold, don't you think?
[Wolfwood will get vague flashes into his brain of what Ain is currently doing, though — books on Demonology and pacts being sorted on the shelves behind him, candlelight flickering, and one page of a book open to something about summoning circles with a carefully-drawn sigil on a sticky note stuck nearby. Ain's slender fingers are clearly hard at work, and it looks like he's stolen some nail polish for his claws too. They're currently a pretty green.
Someone has been raiding.]
If you have your horsey with you, you can park it out front by the patient entrance, which is where you should come in at. It faces Park Avenue. Mine is out there, you'll see it! And if you don't see a horsey, you're on the wrong side~.
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Date: 2026-01-01 09:05 pm (UTC)Anyway, the point is, Ain is thinking (this is still bad). After reading some books he looted from the public library and brought here instead, he's starting to understand a little bit more about what humans in this world thought about demons — which he supposes is the same thing as a Daemon, yeah? just one letter off? — and what they were said to do. Importantly, he learns about summoning rituals for them, which are different than Elrian rituals would be — on Elrios you open a portal and say "come on in" to no specific demon in particular, only really being able to lure out particularly strong ones. Here, it looks like you need candles, a sigil, a name, and intent...
Hm.
Ain spends a little bit making a sigil for himself, deep in his books at the hospital's front desk. The only light coming in is through the windows and the candlelight, which isn't Great, and largely the whole place is cast in darkness despite his best efforts... but it does make for some spooky ambiance while he reaches out to Wolfwood through the Murmur.]
Hiii Mr. Priest~. Where are you? Did you get a horsey when you woke up from the dream? Oh, and can you come to Lenox Hill Hospital near Central Park too?
This is Ain by the way!
[Girl he knows—]
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Date: 2026-01-05 03:06 am (UTC)While Ain is working on fixing up his living conditions at the hospital, Wolfwood is...decidedly not doing that. He did get a horse, and after he and that horse had some time to get acclimated (she wouldn't let him ride her at first, which is fair and valid he'd be wary of him too), he'd been using her as a means to get around quicker as he explores the ruins of the city. Sure, he could learn how to fly...but he's still not super interested in breaking all of his bones. The best he's figured out thus far is minor gliding, and even that feels excessive. Granted, he's never been the best with riding creatures like Tomas, but a horse is at least a hell of a lot more stable than a bird-thing.
Anyway, he's passing through an empty sort of side road when he hears a familiar voice ringing in his ears, prompting him to slow her to a walk as he looks up at the sky for a moment.]
You think I've memorized all these street names yet? Gimme a minute.
[Looking, looking for a sign...]
...I ain't far from there. Why, what happened this time?
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Date: 2026-01-05 03:27 am (UTC)[Why are you so mean to him?]
Nothing "happened" per se. I want to ask you something in person, not over the Murmur. That feels a little cold, don't you think?
[Wolfwood will get vague flashes into his brain of what Ain is currently doing, though — books on Demonology and pacts being sorted on the shelves behind him, candlelight flickering, and one page of a book open to something about summoning circles with a carefully-drawn sigil on a sticky note stuck nearby. Ain's slender fingers are clearly hard at work, and it looks like he's stolen some nail polish for his claws too. They're currently a pretty green.
Someone has been raiding.]
If you have your horsey with you, you can park it out front by the patient entrance, which is where you should come in at. It faces Park Avenue. Mine is out there, you'll see it! And if you don't see a horsey, you're on the wrong side~.