Abbey Randelle {Gymnasuim}: *the next evening she's moved to the gym, mouth set in determination. chin high as she sets up her ritual, triangle set up just so. fresh thread drawn between the spools, new supplies. the only thing remanin the same would be the severed appendage cradled gingerly in her hands*

Abbey Randelle {Gymnasuim}: d10: enoch: 6,4,5,

Abbey Randelle {Gymnasuim}: d10: arete (wp): 8,10,8,

Abbey Randelle {Gymnasuim}: *she begins her chant quietly, as she draws the arms fingers delicately across fragile silk thread, commanding fate in arcane tongue, apprehension rising as the ritual gets nearer and nearer to completion*

Abbey Randelle {Gymnasuim}: d10: arete: 7,1,4,

Abbey Randelle {Gymnasuim}: *distraction. it has already occurred, it is foolish to fear the past... she pinches pale lips together slightly, steadying the tremble of her hand and speaking her commands with more force. she was not frightened damnit.. she was a Randelle*

Abbey Randelle {Gymnasuim}: d10: arete (wp): 2,9,4,

Abbey Randelle {Gymnasuim}: *her voice rings with more soft clarity as she concentrates on the task before her, glass grey eyes tracking the movement of the limb to its furthest point along the tangent of past, enochian wisping softly through the empty gymnasium*

Abbey Randelle {Gymnasuim}: d10: arete: 2,9,2,

Paradox: d10: Bashing Damage: 5,7,

Abbey Randelle {Gymnasuim}: d10: soak: 10,6,4,

Paradox: The forces of Paradox do not look so unkindly on Abbey this time, and her body does not suffer. Her watch, on the other hand, vibrates a little, as the hands spin rapidly backwards for a few minutes.

Abbey Randelle {Gymnasium}: *As the past channels though fates thread and into her sight she stills, absorbing the events that lead up to the man's death like a small white sponge.. suddenly she stiffens and drops the limb, delicate thread snapping as she lets out a gasp, hands coming to her forehead in alarm*

Abbey Randelle {Gymnasium}: *she furrows delicate features and calms her breathing. headache.. had that simply been the hand of fate shastising her for her meddling? .. she was uncertain as she rubs her temples with slender white fingers.*

Abbey Randelle {Gymnasium}: *she makes to stand, a glance at her dainty silver watch.. she blinks. oh dear... well it was hardly much use if it didn't tell proper time.. another twinge of pain as she revisits the contents of her vision, gathering her supplies.. she exhales faintly through her nose, exhausted. she would need have the manor warded, and soon. *

Abbey Randelle {Gymnasium}: *Supplies gathered, arm wrapped in plastic to be stored, she moves towards the manor to continue her research*